Zero Axis: In Realitys' Name

Her guardians were outside the Great Pantheon, the usual merchants sold their goods on carts, mainly in the winter for her uncle to venture out. All while she entered. Giving no eye to the multiple statuettes of Gods on both her sides. ‘Gods’… what lies…

Sam wandered off, spinning in place, a little dance they called it. That she did around everything she could nothing was serious so…

They were no better than beggars, tyrants, forcing others to do what they will never be able to do themselves. Scavengers picking the carcass of a girl long thought dead.

She stopped in the large of the large towering statue of Athena and felt nothing wise about her… or any of them, picking one up staring into her own delicate features, she forced her self into the golden chalices reflection her face was almost like Seths at— at least that's what she told her.

…It would be 200 years since then too, she can live now and not think of them anymore, now she could live her life like her mother and fathers wanted, free, and sa-

Her body seizes straight, shoulders tensed, her back bent after a loud clank- her eyes popped wide from the strike then slowly went down with her. Her world turning black.

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Her eyes blinked open slowly and weakly, the darkroom, illuminated by the candlelight under her cell door. The floor was damp, cold. Where she laid, a soft mist embraced all moss riddled corners of the cell.

Someone had taken her, where was she? Where was her father, her uncle?!! …she wanted to go home…

Her ear-splitting shrills of fear; throes of her inner struggles filled the halls of the dungeon behind the door. The other men came in splashing her with hot oils. She writhed a gleam of defiance in her eyes, on the stone floor, kicking and wailing in protest to her confines, even injuring herself. She was met with the response of cold water.

Next a bucket and man she observed exit, another carelessly kicked her off to the side, eyes weakly slit, heart in her chest still thumping loudly dies out. It killed her inside.

When she was mixed with the other slave cells, some would be— but not for long, she stabbed plenty.
Not one disrespected her again.

Why were they keeping her weak like this? This is what they did to slaves, so they wouldn't run away or have strength. If they hadn't noticed that after 2 years, she hadn't aged. She wasn't entirely human, nor was she aware of how they aged normally. It didn't matter, where she was, who she became as long as she still had their care.

That won't stop it. Kill it. Who you are. It's the cycle. Break those chains.

Their love a driving force she needed to survive. It was different from back then she had a reason to live.

Not long after, men came in and she's dragged out.
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She waited in the back of a caravan there were people not to her surprise, people like her were bound and weak. Hopeless faces. No clue where they were going in life, if not now, then ever. She thought maybe she should give up… go along so she could survive.

After 3 days later, the carriage stopped.

Sam shuffled along with all the other slaves, unaware of the heavy crowd at large watching her pace. If she left she'd never see them again. She winced out a boldness, and suddenly her jaw tensed with reluctance. Glittering beads welled up in the girl's eyes. Before they could roll down her cheeks—

A slaver shoved forward, she fell over. He yelled for her to get up. What difference did it make? and these men were not helping they only evoked traumatic events and experiences, she wanted to get out and keep running and running, even if she could keep going.

A prelude she justified her upcoming actions: They were just meaner, bigger slaves who had disrespected her. So they didn't deserve to live and continue their useless futures.

Sam steeled herself as she rose and ducked around off-center. Both hands bound, she snatched the scabbard from the slave keepers concealed waistband. She whirled around upwards, slitting the owner's throat a high arch of blood.

Scabbard still in hand, she remembered how he would do it, in the arena up against those tigers and bears. Even without his permission, even if she was a female watching in hiding. She watched. How couldn't she? He was amazing out there.

And so she would be…

Her life was hers, and no one will make her choice in how it will be lived.

She charged. The men resisted their full strength thinking she was still weak. Never expected the young girl to wack away his blade with hers. Them losing their fingers, and her, her balance, she shimmied and spun off-center, it's driven straight into one's chest, twisted it and wrenched it out, then out it came with a flick of blood.

having exerted to much strength she didn't have, she pushed out whatever she had left that didn't leave in her heavy breathing.

Her hands became aflame burning off her restraints. Her whole body became a pyre, and bruised face shifted to that of a peerless fighter, a roar of burning strength.

The last trader charged with his weapon raised, he roared forward, Sams stolen blade rose down in flames, her blazed a fierce light.

Swinging it, running on pure instinct of her impression, advanced herself in the momentum of the force— even in this fading to unconsciousness state, the girl dreamed of what her parents had shown her, remember what she had last seen of her…

Or cut their heads off.

So she did. And their homes surged away with them. The whole ground shook with a earthquake a gust of foul wind shot up from the ground a crack of red lighting shot through the sky. Her glazed eyes crazed in the night as though she could start a thousand wildfires. The blow. However, like every dying sun it was put out by sunrise, and she collapsed.

She felt a handshake her awake, she screamed back to her senses and taking her blade she swung it at company in a crazed scream.

A reflective black blade cut hers in half. Abel saw it, then the blood dried on her face, it wasn't hers. Worse, it was someone else's.

Cain embraced the child who shook in a fit. Her father allowed purely unbridled wrath to build and course through his veins, igniting the tattoos that covered him.

Shading the ground in an angry red. His face the definition of rage, until Cain laid a hand on his shoulder carrying the girl. The half man shook his head. Abel withdrew his urges and settled for removing the child from harm's way.

She had done enough already, by morning, it would all be ashes.
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Having retreated to their abandoned underwater quarters, she finally awoke and rolling out of bed. She felt her small legs give out beneath her. Her hair was so heavily matted they had to cut it. Sam stood, each step held an weary gait.

Meanwhile, her father and uncle were argued about who's was responsible for her capture, she entered the scenic underwater room bubble.

The little girl tossed a firecracker, the kind her father had taught her in China.

The girl waited deadpanned for the detonation.

"Will you two shut the hell up." she said with a cold voice to both, the fathers' brow furrowed about to snap."Excuse me!? What was that!?"

-CRACK BOOOM-

"I wanna learn how to fight. Teach me how to really kill."

Cain got up from where he fell. Abel looked down at her hesitantly, eyes squinting with a tinge of…

“You’ll be safe here! Out here is no place—”

“I'll stab you in the head,” said Sam coldly. The dead look on her face was a separation of emotional trace, of murderous intent.

“My Stupa — I’ve figured things out —Don't drag it out with that face.”

"I survived. I'm right here. There is your proof! I can do it! let me kill them!" she stamped the ground. Both men paused wondering if she was acting."Don't you dare look down on me!"

Cain looked at her with unease. "We know that you are here. This was not a test to see if you could."

"The little girl began emitting an amber haze of frustration and rage, "NOOO!" she screeched, crashing a nearby relic into the wall."DAMN THEM!! LET me do this! I will make them burn for what they did!"

"Samari." Abel hesitated, he then lunges swallowing her in his embrace, struggling against the child's thrashes, kicks, and bites. Her hand hit him up the chin."Stop it!!- I'll kill you! I'll kill you both too!"

Cain let out whatever concern he could, unimpeded by the tears. "No. And watch your language! Next time do not wander from us!"

Abel held her tighter, willing to give her the say in her aspiration, "Why?"

"Because they're not worth it like you told me."She whimpered, waning into pants." Who I can't trust what I do! Now they've earned it."

Abel parted from her, only to endure her response."If that's what you want…"

Sam chirped and hugged both together."YAY!! Thank you! Both of you! Also, can I die my hair? I want to be pretty!"

Able was appalled. In trembling lips he stood. For once at something that was his lively hood. That mans The first man, the devil himself. The one who made him.

Cain took notice of the absence of his mind and took on his role the best he could."Why? You already are,"

"Not for that, it's for when I'm the last thing they see!" Sam said enthusiastically, unhinging in its earnest," They won't recognize me. Then After every last one of the-"

Her father looked down at her. Cold, confused, embarrassed in anger. She blinked, a little confused by his embrace.

“I want you to live. Not just for yourself but others. It is not encapsulating not to trust anyone else, I know you already fear being alone.”

“How would that… make me lonely? I’m just… being cautious.”

“You are only familiar with that. And nothing else. You need to decide now before it's too late to change."

Tears began to touch the ground behind her, they weren't his own.

With every sniffle tears rose, more and more her nose crinkled and tears came pouring down in . Cain joined in on his knees, holding her in a hug of his own.

In her sweet low voice, she said to them both."…I'm back."
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As for her trials before her. She would never be the same. However, it built a resolve. In persistence, she continued to ask.

He would train her. It was her chose to learn. Of course for her own good, he would not hold back.

Still, even so, keeping her down proved impossible. Everyone against her, he watched only drive her faith to move forward.

Her uncle taught her strategy, she imposed upon those methods and when it came for war she blossomed. A rose, with so many thorns hidden. Opponents dreaded which move she'd make next.

Her favorite became known as "Taking it from behind." much to the annoyance and discipline of her guardians.

Forthwith, visions began to blur and bodies dropped like destrung marionettes. In an era of metal hats with Viking horns, an 8-year-old body lifted a face-off rock over and over again, till it was a flat gory mess.

An enemy came from her left shoulder, and would have ended her right then and there had he not been clubbed and sent skyward by another just as clever.

“You’ve been an idiot these days! Had you learned nothing from the last incident!?”

"All I did was get flanked! I got them back."

“And nearly died!"

"The guy called me a bitch."

" That may have been the case, but you let it turn you from reason!! Do not stick to one enemy! Move on! Also, should I see you on anything—”

"Weed isn't bad! Break the system, papa!"

Able swatted her upside the head, "Ow!" "You demented child! Instead of poor taste! Show some integrity! Ally or enemy! If you want too mindless for efficiency go on ahead!! And Liquor child! Even if I maybe a Viking! That herb as well, it dulls your senses on the battlefield. Stay alert, Stupa."

"Adda, why does uncle Cain go missing so often?"

"…for he's a coward, who runs from himself, unable to communicate himself by choice."Abel said his brothers flighty nature getting on his nerves."Lets go home."
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They watched the graves of their aunt and uncle, her mother, as the pastures bloomed red. Her hair splayed in with them, a perfect blend.

“ When the sun hasn't been warm for ages. It hides, happiness from the outside…but eyes can't pretend…sadness can't hide behind their flames… it lights again.”

“What does that mean? It’s a riddle, I know that much… and it was pretty emo. Papa why do you have to like dark stuff?”

“Guess. There is an answer.”

Her head tilts,“Is it the heart?”

Able smiles down at her with an air of safety, and recognition, and, love,”Correct.”

“Well that’s a nice thing to say, we’re still around dead bodies, you know?”

Able chuckles,“They are the ones who gave their lives. Samariah. I want you to still have a home.”

“Why are you quiet all the time? Why don’t you talk back to me?”

“I don’t wish to trouble you talking about my issues. Mostly, they are negligible and I don’t find them significant enough to be discussed about.”

“Not really. It still shows you care…”

Able knelt and dangled the black keys,”These are specially made, I will awake without anger or pain, just don’t use it too much it has a low rate of bodily adjustment.”

“Thanks! Why are you giving me this, though?”

“I’m afraid… I can no longer live with you…”

“What…?”

“It may affect your reputation and quality of life…”

“I don’t… want to live by myself… or with them. Don’t leave me, please don’t reject me what did I do wrong? I’m sorry!”

“It isn’t safe. This has nothing to do with you. Who you are is fine.”

“What do you mean!? Then why is this—”

Able turns around. Looking at her face, is not an option.

"Huh!? No! No! Let's go back to the farm! Abum! Please! What about the sheep? What about—"

"Enough!!"Able states with a straight face, an anchor of weight behind it. Nervousness in his chest bubbles to the surface," I have sold them all. The buyers will come for them."

"I hate this…" she grieved, her 11-year-old(5,799) self fell to her knees."I don't want too you to leave… I'm gonna kill those mother fu-"her fingers rake the dirt before she could say anything else, she was trapped in a far off gaze.

"Stupa, I'll try to visit when I'm at my best. Please do not be angry."

Sam stood and threw the dirt mixed with tulip petals." How can I not be angry! You doing this makes no sense!! And I'll feel like a bad person because of it! You can't keep hiding this from me! Tell me already!"

Able remained painfully silent.

"I don't care… Screw that! I'm going back to the farm after this!"She marched off quickly in a quick rut.

Able felt a throbbing in his head, he pressed down to give her time as the little girl faded into someone he didn't recognize. Another foe, another ally, another— he collapsed, cold hands shaking, an unstable expression, she was far enough.

He drew a blade. Ready for the read hands command. A tear left his socket between his fingers. The fallen petals she threw, wrap gently around his feet.

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Seasons went by. She tended the harvest. 30 years. Wondering where he's at. If he's safe. Wanting him to return just to say goodbye. To thank him… last time she could recall, he had bought this entire big ass ranch so that she could have a big room, or multiple master bedrooms. One had a dolphin he had wrestled out of the literal ocean. Why was she such a spoiled bitch? Why had she been so mean?

Now all she had left was regret.

She saw a figure coming into view through the fog one night on the porch.

Heavily wounded dragging himself. He collapsed.

"Adda!"

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"Where were you!?"

Able refrained from divulging. Knowing her, she might confront them recklessly."It was a short quarrel in India."A lie he had been in storage. Chased by men with sticks of flying iron.

"Okay? Why don't you take me with you? I know how to fight! I can—"

"Silence!"

Sam piped up. Grabbing a wrist. Able leaned in sternly.

"You will not intervene. Unless I engage you, you shall stay away! Hear me?"

Sam broke away, "Why!?"

Able said not a word.

"You won't at least tell me!?"

"No…" he says, the wet pebbles brim in her eyes, fighting them back she blinked, they fell out regardless. "…You promised."

"I can't. Seek out your uncle."The grip on her shoulders tightened, "What about the dolphin?"

" I will cook it. It will be our last meal. Please, do not cling to me." his large hand caressed her cheek as he stood."Rubatu, goodbye."

She wanted to say it to. That made no fucking sense. Was it hate? Anger? Frustration? It was pain back then… or she was just a brat; she threw the keys back at him. Screeched, loud enough for those in the next mile to hear."Fine! Get out of my face! I wish I was never born!"

Able turned his head back on his way and simply smiled. She tried to read his lips, rushing she shoved her self in the door so hard it shut. Backsliding she shrunk into a ball, legs in close. Crying into her arms.

"I'm very proud…" he repeats one more time."But please grow up to be mature…" And then he's gone. That day he dreaded finally arrived.

Now no longer human.

"I'll bring you back… one day… just you wait…"

“You are God. All those people who died are cursing you right now… how could you let them die like that?” a Man said behind his son as a scroll spread showed the latest mythical disaster, her eyes shudder.

Tears dyed in the spots on the page.

”Do.”

“I didn’t know anything…” he whimpers.”Please…"sobs fall helplessly on his words and those on the scrolls page."Leave me alone…”

“…useless… Diminish your sadness. Or you will drag your self down.”

The boy closed his fists tight. And then shot a glare.“And you?!! What do you ever do!? Besides this!”

He received a kick to the face a bloody tooth patterned to the ground.

“How dare you make me feel vain. See that? Your perfection is my gift to you.”

A younger Able mumbled with his bloody mouth, the sting bringing tears to her eyes.“Thatsh grown-up teeth! Mama said—”

"Such traditions are worthless. Do not expect them to blossom into true ideas."

There was the sound of wind brushing metal,"Only mine exist." Adam lifted his long invisible blade.”It will not cease unless you do something… you weakling fight back. Or amount to nothing.”

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A man's foot smashed down on his sandcastle in the sandbox caving it in.

“Why are you using your hands? Use your vigors instead to make new ideas. You have those do you not?”

“W-why would you do that!?”

“Use your gifts. You’d do it faster.”

“No… I find it better with my hands…”

“You have these great powers and you won’t even use them the way they're supposed to!? What good are they in your possession?!”The sand was furiously kicked in his face, he wrapped his arms around his eyes and tucked his face in the crook of one elbow. It stung badly.”Your brother is far more competent, perhaps he shall endure fairer than you have!! I won’t ever have to see you again!”

Cain felt the fear spin in his chest.“No! Okay! I’ll do it.”

The grains of sand repaired and piled up to form an even greater and magnificent sandcastle.

“See look! Isn’t that better?”Initially cheery, that left. He laid his hand back on the sandcastle the side fell down,

"The way it was before…”Cain said with a dead look in his eyes.

”Why… why did it…” Fury and rage grew in Adam's eyes. With took a handful of sand and chucked it back into Cain's head.” You could not create sturdiness?! Make it again!?”

“Then it wouldn’t be a sandcastle…” the boy smiled.

“Make it stone…” the man demanded. The boy below him was reluctant and fearful, and The father added a push, he raised a knee, a gesture for another mouthful of sand…

“Do it. Now. prove your worthyness to be my spawn.”

Hiding his face from the future attack, Cain squeezed his eyes shut when he looked over again, his hands held over the sand, fulfilling his fathers outlandish demands.

”See… isn’t it grand? The gifts you’ve been given…?”

Cain grabbed a seed, the flowers bloom wildly, couldn’t help but crack a weak smile into the ground, before the sandcastle was thrown down into his cranium.

“You're not going to let your pathetic little success make you all uppity, are you? It always ammused me how quickly you retured to this plane of life, in that way I guess there is some positive to your use.”
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"Did you think you could mislead the best on earth? Why didn’t you tell me anything!? What did I say about hiding your life force from me! Next time, you call on me! I never want to see this happen again. You are confined to the village. I do not want to see you out! Do you here me?! Your well being is under my authority!"

"I can live for myself!"

"Then why am I here!?"

"We can't rely on you for every need!"

"You all may think you know what to do but, your wrong, we all make mistakes, not me, Would you rather die from the children of the night."

“It’s not their fault! Your self-hatred, things will never the same as they were back when!!”cried she, Hawwah.” How long will you keep them here in the valley!? Negotiate with the other inhabitants! Ever since you’ve consumed that fruit, you’ve degenerated — You complain about damage but only make things worse!”

“Silence woman!! What do you know!!?"Adam grappled Eve's neck like a foam rope."None will help We had it all! It was mine! I am damned with you all! All is uncertain!! These are your faults. All know it. That way it shall remain! And will all feel it in return! I have nothing to do with this!”

Eve dropped with a gasp as pain slammed through her knees. Her face fell into her hand as she sobbed and wracked.“Stay away from that place!! All these things you've done have only been to save your self!”

"I am perfection! I can see things clearer than anybody! I saved this city and all your worthless lives," Adam growls.

"You need us to survive, together we are stronger… you are a liar, not to our people, but to even yourself."

Calm outside. He was at his boiling inside. No one was going to talk to him like this. Especially an inferior female. And at that only one thing crossed his mind:

Those that don't think as he thinks must be destroyed.
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Awa came apon her first."Mother!" she exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside him.

The scene of the first murder-suicide.

Did they… do this to each other…?

Cains' attention was stolen by a voice from everywhere and nowhere echoed around without a source.

“God had discarded me for a reason if you truly wanted to follow his words, you’d believe me as well, after all, we as humans are made in his own image. I am the closest, you are all my own. And so I reap what I sow!”

Azure sloped his head down on the body of his mother and hid in his arms. Awa collapsed onto her knees, and with shock and whimper,”Mama…”

“Father!”Cain shouted, sobbed aloud,"Why did you do this!?—”

Cooly and calmly it responds.“They were stronger together, were they not? Look at how wrong she was. Where it led her in the end, certainly, this will be you all as well, if you stray from the path. Blasphemy shall not be tolerated. In his name you all shall serve.”

“How was this in any way needed!?”Cain cried out.“WHY!? What right do you have?! What nerve do you bare to decide such things?!!!”

“Why not? That perspective belongs to me and me alone.”

"You can't do that…"Able says meekly."You can't!"

“What do you know?”Says the voice dripping with calm condensation."That I do not?"

“Why don’t you come out and face us properly!” Cries Cain."Show your face already!"

“ For the crimes or simply seeking the best for the tribes advancement?”

“W-What are you doing?”says Able over the cries of his twin 15-year-old siblings.

“What I’ve already done. This is a trait I override my image is infinite. And soon, all will be as well.”

As people emptied out the gate of the procession… As the firelight burned the funeral pyre. The Second daughter of Eve and Adam. Faded with sadness in her siblings hearts. Cain saw his wicked smile… a twinkle in his eye, and in horror and disgust, he cringed in bleakness.

"Awa…"Azure sobs,"…my other half."

"Why did… I couldn't pull her out the pit in time…"Able grieved.

"Why are you two blaming your selves!"Cried Cain,"You are not the one who decided putting her in a pit of snakes would serve as training. It's fathers!"

"Cain…"Azure pleads,"Please, be quiet, you know what happens when you talk against father…"

“It was yours! You could’ve stopped me but you didn’t!”The man said and without a care in the world.”Now look where she is. Dead! And you believe you have what it takes to lead the tribe. I feel ashamed to even call you the same as me.”

“I won’t do that! Mother told me not to! It's not how things are,” the eldest son blurts in turmoil and tears, only to find himself pinned down to the ground, hands-on his neck.

“That and, what do you know about the way of things? Did you name the leaves? The fowl of the sky? You are unnecessary. Do not delude yourself to a place in this world. You can simply be remade, in my image. None will mourn your originality.” from where he held out a hand, Adam recreates human form, a similar image, yet different, perfect.

His sister Awa.

"Yee of so little faith. See now how your sentiments have no validity. For here she stands beside me."

Cains' glare quivered from under his brow, and kicked him off towards the two. Confused as to where he came from. He then felt himself burn up. Grabbed a pastel and with a swing rids the space of new sister, leaving her a corpse and ran at the man with furious anger. It was only to mock him, to disrespect her memory and who she originally was—

Adam's Hellish smile acted like coals; it made Cains lose all senses. He flew into a rage. The only thing he heard and saw was a voice, "Qayin! Stop it! Don't let him get the best of—!!”The pestle still stuck, a hand grabbed too late, a body hit the ground.

Azure shrieked out the large villa hut.

“See?”Gleams Adam,” Hadn’t I said anything earlier?”

“What!?”Cain immediately shut himself off and stared at his hands, "That wasn’t, me — no I can’t do that. I know that for sure… the rage…”

“Has shown it's true fruits, look down below, my dear son.”

“The fruits of—!?”looking at the immense amount of red around him… the sunlight from the clouds hit Cains blood-soaked hands — They shook. It was clean but showed fresh tissue, and the abrasion looked painful. Abel's body lay, grey eyes that mixed surprise and horror on his young face as he lay in a puddle of darkening blood.

Azure arrived with several tribesmen. All that coyness, all that self antiquated pride left. Adam changed to a demeaning false love that always made Cains blood boil.“Now, look at what you’ve done. Your brothers' blood calls out to you from the ground!!”his father said with the worst grin.

But, for now he'd put aside his rage, for the consequences had been dealt by his hand."No. No. No!! Habil. I am so sorry.."rests his thoughts on Abel's chest, in tears, he lifts his head "Azure!! You saw!”Cain calls,”Tell them!! Tell them what this man has done!!”

"Yes, Azure," Adam laid a hand on the boys shoulder tightly, the demeaning, invasive hint present, made"Tell them." Azure shivered at his fathers venomous whisper. He felt sick to his stomach. Didn't want any more hands-on him. Blood on his. The words corked up in his throat, he shook his head. A choice he would regret that he did not take.

Pathetic, you sob, in front of other eyes no less, yes why not… convey how pathetically weak you are" I even resurrected your fallen sister! As I saw you Woeful! But you destroyed my gifts! I am heartbroken… my dear son… Men take him away! He shall be dealt with later on.”

Cain was carried off. He would not blame Azure for this. It was not his fault.”Let go of me!! You will pay for this! You hear me!!”

“Quayin For the slaughter of the second son of the two peoples.”announces Adam.”My beloved son know this… it anguishes me, to do this, following the death of your mother. But this is an affront I cannot ignore without consequence.”

A sigil on Adams's hand made it's mark into Cains temple, the exact one, that would torment him for millenniums to come.

“Go now! Wander this earth!! May those who strike you in return, pay sevenfold for their transgression.”

Cain’s heart fell deep into the pit of his stomach. Staring at what remained of his family. Awa and Azure too frightened as he was to speak up against this dragon of a man.

Left to wander forever. How could he leave it all behind? Would it still be worth the try? The touch that originally brought life to all became what withered the earth to ash. To make up for the transgression against himself— He owed his brother that much — He couldn’t let things remain out of for his father…

One day… when none else saw, to the grave, of his beloved brother, with whatever he had left to bring life. He charged the soils with revival. But nothing… so he would dig, for perhaps a greater effect. Nothing. Or more or less he was not there. The guilt killed him. Had Adam moved the grave?

No… it could only of gone one place…

Between two mountain walls, a bloody, stinking river, bones washed on its banks with soggy flesh. Dead enemies of his father, who would only need say no, swam to their eyelids in blood; It ran ridiculously for miles, in the rivers surrounding the valley. All for the needless message of fear that carried heaps of mistrust, his fabricated legends, and folklore. His mother was no fool, the one fooled by the serpent was him. In the end, his folly was hidden by his hubris and lies, as no man could stand against him, he knew a woman's purpose but even in the face of his mistake, he would not admit it.

He took a leaped and dived, and eventually found him, off to one side, his blood cried out, then arms his brothers' eyes opened. The older brother's neck was caught.

From a ledge above, the devil called down to him, laughing." Where has your brother gone? You fool with emotions. Your open wounds, They aren't real, this is what you get for clinging to such things."

Cains hand twitched. His consciousness nearly faded, he made a choice, this was Able, yet not him at all. He knocked him out with a fist, his brother gasped frantically, and never moved again. Cain stood. Adam turned away already bored with his entertainment.

To this day Cain wandered the lands…

That the mighty Elohim, the ones placed upon his head… not that man, had power over him.

Not a man who would abandon his kingdom to return to godhood. Ignoring all who loved him at his own peril, the principle of all survival — Imagination— was boundless but cruel. Up above a black moon wanes. What's his never was. But he knew he himself was no different. The sound of the animals grew into an isolated silence. Repress it. Let it go. Repress it. Let it go. Repress it. Let it go. How long will he remain in this intentional prison of self pity? If it carried over all the pain? It was his say, over the life he would originally give. It had a purpose, unlike him. Would he always be content in this false cradle of kindness? Drag those around down with his regret?

Within a the next coming age, he'll leave it to time to ascertain whether or not empowering students and getting them to take over their learning process yield significant results or not.