Title: Bria
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There
were no words to describe her beauty. There was no number to determine her age.
The depth of her sorrow was a deep as her beauty was stunning. She stood at the
window of her castle. It had sustained the ravages of time by magic, but it had
fallen dark and empty since last she'd journeyed to this realm. Her heart was broken with the memories and
her anger fueled. She had decreed that she would never return to this forsaken
land, yet a voice had reached her. Ever hopeful, she had not be
able to resist the prayer that summoned her, begged her.
She
watched the young man who knelt before the shattered remains of a temple altar.
The vines had taken over, intent on making the stone its own. But the man had
found it and attempted to clear all away. With a heavy sigh, Bria looked across the war torn planet. She could fill the
earth's pain and illness in her soul. She hardened her heart…as much as she
could anyway.
These
humans deserved what they had made for themselves, she reminded herself. And
yet it was her nature to love and heal, re-create. She had created this world millennia ago. The creatures of such nobility and
purity had been her first children. All of them her children.
She had loved them. But the man-child had turned on her and the others.
Bria had left the world before the humans had even had their first World War. She had watched from afar at the atrocities
they did to one another and had wept. How could she have created something so wrong…so evil.
"Please,
Goddess…." The young man lamented aloud, his voice cracking. He had been
there for 7 days now, praying, asking, begging. The
world needed a savior; they needed help for the humans were on the brink of
extinction not for the first time, but perhaps the last.
The
Goddess appeared in her human woman form, stepping out of the woods and
crossing towards the man. "Why have you summoned me, Michael Abernathy?"
The
man gasped, stared in shock and awe, before succumbing to fear and trembling,
groveling at her feat. "Please, Goddess…we need you. Why have we been
forsaken? You must help us, please!"
"And
why should I waste my time?" she asked coldly, her throat tight as she
fought the instinct to rush to her child and embrace him.
The
man stared at her in confusion. Surely the Goddess of Love and Light couldn't
refuse to help. "But you….I…we
need…you."
"After
everything mankind has done, you truly believe that you deserve help?"
"I..don’t…understand…."
She
looked at him a moment, searching his heart. Surprised to see some good existed
there, let alone in the entire world, she sighed. Walking slowly she stepped
closer to him and sat on the stone altar. "You have forgotten the truth. I
suppose it would have been driven from the histories and the telling so as to
keep the young ignorant. I will tell you then, Michael Abernathy, the truth of
your heritage and why humans do not deserve any further assistance from Me."
Michael
watched the Goddess, his body still trembling. With a nervous lift of his hand
he brushed his black hair from his green eyes and stared at her, his mind
reeling, but he listened.
"I
created this world, I created all the creatures that have
ever lived her. I created the humans, a species somewhat more special to me,
but no greater than my other children. I placed them here to live and love and
to learn. But they didn’t love. Not all
of them. They were petty and ignorant, thinking themselves higher and more
deserving than the other creatures. They destroyed what they couldn’t control;
they killed what they didn’t understand without so much as even trying to
coexist."
"I
made the Great Dragons to teach them their wisdom. Humans rejected them, angry
and jealous of their knowledge, wanting their power with none of the responsibilities.
They began to hunt and kill them. I
created the Unicorns to show them nobility, purity, strength and beauty. They hunted and killed them as well. I thought maybe, a creature more like
them…perhaps these others were to frightening, so I removed what Dragons and
Unicorns were left, along with a few other creatures, to another realm where
they would be safe from humans, and created Elves. Beautiful creatures full of
the same virtues as the Dragons and Unicorns, but closer appearance to the
humans."
They
enslaved the Elves, the ones they didn’t torture and kill. They tried to force
them to reveal their secrets. They hunted them until I had to remove them too,
to keep them from dying out. There were
some humans that were good. I gave them knowledge, and the Druids attempted to
share it but the others wanted it all for themselves
and they soon had killed nearly all of them, burning their books and stealing
their children so they could pour their own vile ways into them. Even their own
fellow humans they had begun to hunt, enslave, torture."
I
sent heroes, I allowed miracles to be performed. I
answered prayer after prayer but the humans preferred to rage battles and
destroy one another. They harm every animal they came across,
they harm each other and themselves and still shout that they are the higher
species, the more deserving, the more intelligent."
"Even
nuclear war, that nearly wiped out the entire human
population didn’t stop the destructiveness of humans. The books I gave them, the creatures I sent,
even appearing myself and speaking to various ones…..never did they head the
word. Never did they stop. There is nothing that I can do to change that and I
don’t think I even want to try again."
The
man sat with his head down, tears falling from his eyes. He looked up and whispered, "But what of
us….we are not all evil. Cant you spare us?"
"You
are not the first to say those words, Michael Abernathy. What would you have me
do? Those of you who were not evil, still had the
knowledge in your hearts of what was right or wrong, the truth of things. The
memories of what had been…"
"But
we tried to fight against the evil. Armies were sent to stop the atrocities of
World War II, and others. We tried to help other nations…"
No,
Michael. Gestures were made, but there was no heart in what was done. How many
Jews and Homosexuals were murdered before the other nations even began to think
of intervening? How many times was history repeated in slavery and abuse and
murder of other humans? Not a single race was without its period of enslavement.
And yet they moved on to become the Slaver. How many had family that was
tortured because of their faith, or the language they spoke, the color of their
skin, their love, or because they wouldn't succumb to evil? The majority of humans has
never been able to truly care about any others to actually stop it. They
elected instead, to let a few people pretend to put out efforts of comfort and
protection to various groups and people because the others felt some pang of
guilt, but no motivation to do anything themselves. Each one that let anthers
rights be dictated or abused, sat there uncaring. Not knowing they were sealing
their own fate…a fate that would be no different than that person they either
allowed or assisted in destroying."
"Why?"
The
goddess looked at him.
"Why"
He repeated. "Why were we made this way???
Why are we destined to kill everything around, including ourselves?? Why
did you make us just to die??"
"I
made you the same as I made the others. I don't know why you turned out the way
you did. It has never happened before, nor since. The
other creatures I've made, many quite similar to humans, on every planet and
every realm….some have strife's, but they all eventually find and accept the
peace and love that is there for every one.
The earth humans are the only….." The Goddess paused at a loss for
the word.
"Rejects." Michael supplied for her.
Bria closed her eyes and sighed. Softly, and in a pained voice, "I
tried Michael. I did everything in my power to help and change the humans
without actually just destroying you all myself. I am not a destroyer by
nature. Perhaps it would have been kinder had I done so. To yourselves and to
those you wronged. But I couldn’t do it, and so I left, leaving only a few
creatures who volunteered to try and show you the way should you ever be
ready."
"Your
enemy…is yourself. Your savior…is yourself. There is nothing I can do, Michael.
I wish there was."
"You
could just destroy the evil ones, allowing the good ones to live." He said
with hope.
"I've
tried that. And yet somehow evil found itself a home again in the hearts of
humans and those I saw as special were driven off and destroyed. The Celts were
among my most beloved. They were fierce
and strong, but beautiful and knew the way of Balance in all things. They tried
to teach, and they were slaughtered instead. They tried to warn and they were
locked up and branded Pagan Heretics who had no place in “god's” plan."
"I
don’t know what plan or God other than themselves they were trying to envision,
but it was not my will. It was not my Will for people to be murdered in the
Crusades, or the World Wars or even the Purification Movements. The humans want to rape and murder each other,
keep each other as slaves, strive for a power that doesn’t exist and call it
The
goddess rose to her feet, and looked down at the man.
"I
have responded to your summons, Michael. I have given you the knowledge lost.
There are still those with the long memories, the books still exist. The way to
peace and love has never been closed to you. But I can not walk you down that
path. If humans are to change, and become what was their destiny…it is up to
them. I will not give back the talents and powers they once had. I will not
assign any more creatures for their disposal. I have done enough."
"Good
bye Michael. I am sorry that I can not give you the quick-fix you desire. I
wish you love….and the desire to not fail in your search for that path."
With a last sorrowful look, the Goddess stepped away. The pain the man felt, the cries of the earth tugging at her. Tears fell from her golden eyes as she stepped into the woods, seeming to meld into the greens and browns of the trees. She returned to watch over her other children, mourning those who were lost.