4000 years earlier.
The father's passing a week earlier had been a grievance, but God feared that a greater grievance might soon hit the family. He walked through the palace halls, past the Great library, which was empty of all but the ashes of books. He would have it cleaned one day. Two children of the father and the mother, new parents themselves, followed briskly behind God. Their expressions were respectful, reverent even, but he could see fear in their eyes. Fear for their child. God reached the room where the baby slept, and ducked through the arched doorway. And when he saw the boy, he knew it was wrong. He could see it in the boy's soul. He made his crystalline hand invisibly glow, and held it above the child's face. A series of flashes didn't even make the baby stir. It wasn't a seer.
And that was when God knew he had to make a decision. And he chose for the child to die.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shard of order
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