Children of the lesser gods
For ar_drabbles challenge #58: mission accomplished.
My apologies to akachankami, but Speedy's never let out of his cage when I suggest the prompt. Here's a bedtime story for your teddy.
The gods' will is absolute and supreme. It is not to be understood by men, nor is it to be thwarted.
The gods decided to punish their children for decades of disbelief. Children must die for the parents to flourish, so Cylon fire rained down upon the 12 worlds.
Mission accomplished.
A band of humans beat the odds, outrunning the destruction. The gods threw unconventional weapons: prophecy and the increased ill-health of an accidental leader. And still the people refused to destroy themselves.
In the ancient mists of time the gods inserted a story about a golden arrow into their scrolls, the better to divide the insubordinate fleet. The president, the prophet, took the bait, eyes everywhere but on the gods.
Mission accomplished.
The people did not lie down and die, so the gods put a gun in the hands of a sleeper, launched two bullets at an old man's heart.
Mission accomplished.
The humans sped ahead, double-timing their rush past despair. The Dying Leader fled into the chill, the military leader was dying, but the people held fast. The gods then brought them the shape of things to come.
Children broke with parents and the parents had no response. Humanity was in an uproar.
Mission accomplished.
Leaving all she cherished, surrounded by demons greater and lesser, a woman descended to the planet of the gods. In pain, in rage, in anger at himself, a man thought. And because that's what love is, thoughts, he too descended to the planet of the gods.
The man and the woman reunited. They fought, loved, survived, led humanity to a planet greater than that of the gods.
For the will of the gods is supreme and unknowable. It is not to be understood by men, nor is it to be thwarted.
Mission accomplished.
My apologies to akachankami, but Speedy's never let out of his cage when I suggest the prompt. Here's a bedtime story for your teddy.
The gods' will is absolute and supreme. It is not to be understood by men, nor is it to be thwarted.
The gods decided to punish their children for decades of disbelief. Children must die for the parents to flourish, so Cylon fire rained down upon the 12 worlds.
Mission accomplished.
A band of humans beat the odds, outrunning the destruction. The gods threw unconventional weapons: prophecy and the increased ill-health of an accidental leader. And still the people refused to destroy themselves.
In the ancient mists of time the gods inserted a story about a golden arrow into their scrolls, the better to divide the insubordinate fleet. The president, the prophet, took the bait, eyes everywhere but on the gods.
Mission accomplished.
The people did not lie down and die, so the gods put a gun in the hands of a sleeper, launched two bullets at an old man's heart.
Mission accomplished.
The humans sped ahead, double-timing their rush past despair. The Dying Leader fled into the chill, the military leader was dying, but the people held fast. The gods then brought them the shape of things to come.
Children broke with parents and the parents had no response. Humanity was in an uproar.
Mission accomplished.
Leaving all she cherished, surrounded by demons greater and lesser, a woman descended to the planet of the gods. In pain, in rage, in anger at himself, a man thought. And because that's what love is, thoughts, he too descended to the planet of the gods.
The man and the woman reunited. They fought, loved, survived, led humanity to a planet greater than that of the gods.
For the will of the gods is supreme and unknowable. It is not to be understood by men, nor is it to be thwarted.
Mission accomplished.