Once, long ago.

“We need a new beginning!”, he says to the gathered crowd below him. A murmur went through the crowd, echoing on earth like thunder. “I know you dislike this decision, but it seems like we have failed our task.” Again, a murmur this time mixed with outraged and agreeing shouts.

“It was a mistake. I’m sorry.” Another voice says, standing on the right side. “Back in the days, I thought all Creatures and Animals had a chance to adapt to our way of living, but those who have by now entered and alienated our sovereign territory with their skilful hands and egoistic thoughts have gone too far. They never raised their praying hands to the true Gods of nature, instead they made up stories of their own. We should eliminate them!”, he shouted triumphant and half of the crowd joined, however the other half looked hopefully up to the left side of the podium where the second bearer of jurisdiction raises his voice again.

“It’s true, they have taken a lot from us, but also taught us a lot about our mistakes. Wisdom that we can reuse at a newer, more beautiful place. I don’t want to have a paradise embossed with a dark prehistory. Instead I want a world that’s beautiful from the very beginning. I suggest we leave them here behind, watch if they will plunge themselves into doom or become happy. Maybe we’ll learn a lesson to help us in the future, while we create something new at a distance place in the Universe. A paradise a thousand times more beautiful and this little earth will only be an insignificant star at the infinite sky. Are you ready to start a new age?” Below them confidence was boiling. The crowd’s cheers are meant to be heard long after.

The gathering disperses. It’s time to prepare the departure, but it seems like not all of our knowledge and things can be carried. At least they will stay behind at a place unreachable for mankind, he thinks jumping down from the podium.

“And again, you got them on your side, Tysos. Congratulations…”, Prunus says as he landed next to him.

“We both reached our goal, to turn our back on this planet, but I made us leave with less destruction.” They lumber through the hall, where the Gods gather their most important belongings.

“I wonder, if destiny was planning this. Maybe it really was a challenge for us after all and we failed by running away, giving up on this planet. Instead we should try to safe it. Damnit, I should have said that, when everyone was listening to me!” Furiously Prunus bares his claws, scratches the marble floor and makes a move to fly away.

“Wait!”. Tysos cries. “You have to promise me something.” He folds his wings back.

“You know I’m not good at keeping promises, but I’m all ears.”

“I want you to not cause any major trouble like here anymore. Stop your lying and deceiving. No one is forcing you to do it, nor is it helping us in any way.” Prunus grins mischievously, he seemed to have already made plans.

“Tysos, I am the evil. I don’t have any other job, then standing in your way. It’s our destiny and the only way for Good and Evil to be in balance, by being in an eternal conflict.”

Tysos looks at him in anger, anger hasn’t been in the eyes of the Good for a long while. Prunus’s lineament gets more serious. “Okay, for 10.000 years I shall not cause any troubles, at least no big ones. This time should be enough to settle the laws of nature in our new home, for the time after I can’t make any promises.” He ends his sentence with an oath, that seals a true promise. His counterpart hopes he is as honest as he sounds like, but nonetheless Tysos thanks him for trying.

Prunus flies off. After he reaches the corner, Tysos goes to the library. He has to decide which books they want to keep. We have written down a lot, yet there are more stories about humans than about us, he thinks eyeing every book in the shelf. What did we even do in the past centuries? It is as if we had never been here. I have to change that on the next world, this detachment it’s our downfall.

After some time, he averts his gaze. This is the safest place for these books, no one but the Gods can come here. Perhaps he will send one to  retrieve the books later and with later he means centuries.

“Tysos, my lord, I believe everyone is ready.”, one of his messengers, a winged lion, says. It quietly joined his side.

“This fast?”, was his answer.

“Indeed, the Gods don’t have a lot to carry except for their heart and soul.” Tysos understands what his servant means, in the end he is also traveling with lightweight luggage.