The children of Adam and Eve, the first true humans spread out across the new world. Each was powerful and competent in their own right, and versed on the power of humans, the power of love they had no boundaries. They spread out across the earth like water over the barren soil, and everywhere they went they brought change, encouraging the spring shoots of ideas and order. It was the first age of humanity and its greatest. Every human was a paragon of humanity and everyone knew their path. We have lost so much since that golden age. Technology may have advanced beyond all reason but in the process, we lost what it means to be human. We lost love and we lost purpose. We are the children of Adam and we must reclaim our birthright.
Michael panted as they reached the summit of the mountain that had loomed over them for so long. One by one his siblings stumbled over the horizon and collapsed at the ground near his feet. But Micheal remained standing, staring into the distant horizon as his breathing calmed. At long last all his siblings had arrived and he addressed them.
“Behold!” he boomed “Our future”
The children looked into that horizon and I looked with them. Beyond the mountain was a land that seemed to stretch for eternity, at least for those sheltered children. Deserts we splashed like specks of paint on the overbearingly green canvas. Massive bodies of azure water opened up holes into the world below and overhead the sun scorched it all. Mountains and plains. Forests and deserts. Icelands and seas. Even I was momentarily taken aback at the sight of what I had created. It felt good to see another gaze upon the magnificence I had created and see that same beauty.
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Micheal continued “Here we will discover our paths! Here we will be forged into something new! Here we will b-”
He stopped as he realized the others had already taken off down the mountain.
“Hey, I was talking!” he shouted as he charged after them.
I chuckled, then paused. These emotions were… strange to me. I had experienced before the rage of failure and the joy of creation, but only in their purest, rawest forms. This spectrum of countless, interconnected emotions the humans seemed capable of expressing was new to me. But they were created in my image, and anything they could feel so could I. I turned my attention back to the children just as Micheal caught up and tackled Hestia, ever the slowest. Hestia let out an adorable squeal as they went tumbling down that mountain, tanned limbs flying. I chuckled again, this time embracing the emotion running over me. The children frolicked below.
The weeks passed, and the children explored this new world, led by Michael and his quest for something none of the others seemed to understand.
Slowly, individuals and small groups began to split off as they discovered avenues to explore and began to venture into them. Ceres discovered a fertile plot of land and began to farm it, joined by Dio and his obsession with sweets. Orion fell in love with the art of the hunt, joined by Artemis as they roamed the endless wilds, in search of prey. Sol rushed away in furious pursuit of the sun.
Throughout it all, Micheal pressed forward relentlessly in his search for something, accompanied by Hestia and a few others. They had yet to find their paths in the boundless wilderness. Finally, Micheal stopped. They were in a large grassland, an expanse of gently rustling reeds. A river lazily drifted through it. I’ll admit, I was curious as to why he stopped here of all places, but he took that secret to his grave.
“Here” he said, voice ringing with command “Here will the first bastion of Humanity be born”.