In a once glorious past in which humans and gods walked together, there existed a powerful civilization capable of things we could not begin to comprehend. There was no sickness, no anger, no hatred, and no strife. Life was peaceful, healthy, and a true utopia had existed upon this world. The people could do such things as heal with only their energy, float around with no aid, and even create from nothingness.
Despite such greatness, death still existed. Man died while the gods did not, building slowly a wall of anger. With each death came another brick to the wall. Why must man die when a god lives for so much longer? Why should man have such a short life? What is the secret to a god’s life? Mankind grew angry and upset at such realizations. This world would soon see something it had never seen: war. The very first war. A war against man and god.
Mankind used their skills they had learned from the gods. Man had conquered the lands, the rivers, the beasts, the plants, and man was ready to use them all against the gods. There were many humans, but only eight gods: fire, water, wind, earth, light, darkness, ice, and lightning. A god doesn’t die easily, but surely it couldn’t be impossible. The gods wanted no fight yet could not understand the plight of their mortal friends.
The first shot was made, then came the raining of such powerful weapons from man. The energy to heal was corrupted by anger and sought to kill. The ability to float and soar made dropping fires and great weapons with the force of explosions possible. New and more powerful weapons were created simply from nothingness to combat the gods. The gods simply stood to take the maelstrom of anger, hate, and rage. Mankind had fought like this for days upon days with no stopping in sight, their children and friends dying by their own hands rather than the gods. Rage had taken hold and showed no signs of letting go.
When man decided to stop, they saw no damage taken to the gods. The gods simply stood there and looked upon humanity with such sad eyes, tears flowing from them. Mankind looked around to find their attacks had changed the world around them. The stars were in different places, the land bare of animals or plants, and a sudden chill taking hold over them all.
“Mankind deserves no such power, nor the love of gods,” the gods said in unison. Suddenly, each one began to glow brightly a mirage of colors. Fire rained down upon the land, burning all that man had made. Water and Wind washed away the greatness they had built together. Earth shook the land greatly to destroy any structure still standing. Lightning struck every human with no intent to kill but to take their energies of healing and death. Ice froze the world as a punishment to them all and Darkness wiped their minds clean of all they once were. Light, being the most sympathetic, decided not to blind them but rather bless them with the simplest of knowledge so they could be more than animals.
“My hope is that greed does not blind you next time,” Light said before joining the rest of the gods in a great band of colors across the sky, the first rainbow, as a reminder to all humans of their greatest punishment: their lust for power and their envious greed.
We are the descendants of those people. We are descended by those who angered the gods and have lost their love.
