The next morning, after the storm subsided, Jahve went down to the beach to see if there were any survivors who had reached the shore. Many remains were washed ashore, including a few bodies of beings of an unknown race with pointed ears; unfortunately, all of them had died drowned or hit against the rocks.
His instinct for self-preservation made him loot everything that came to the beach; he was not ashamed to leave the corpses naked, take away their clothes and the finely manufactured weapons they were carrying. He collected everything from wood to mead barrels, cloth and wood, anything could be used.
However, the surprise was when, among the wreckage of the ship brought to the beach, the storm heard the faint cries of two children in a basket. He ran towards it and pulled it out of the sea before a wave knocked it over as it crashed onto the beach.
They were two creatures of that strange race, stylized and with pointed ears, but undoubtedly they were simple babies. The boy had golden hair, like wheat or gold, and beautiful blue eyes. The baby had silver hair with beautiful gray eyes.
What was Jahve going to do with those poor children? He was just a shipwreck in a strange world, a career soldier without any paternal instincts.
But he did not despair, he found the closest thing to a cow or a goat that he could on the island, and after tasting the milk it gave, which was especially delicious, he began to feed the babies...
Without bottles, without diapers, without anything, feeding them was not an easy task. They weren't crybabies, but taking care of the needs of two at once was complicated.
Jahve decided to name the boy Adam and the girl Eve, and the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, and the soldier was only focused on the survival of those two babies.
The previously imperturbable soldier had transformed overnight into the entire family and world that those little ones had; in some way, destiny had not only dragged him to reach an unknown world and become a father.
The months passed, the little ones began to crawl everywhere, driving Jahve crazy, but when the cold returned, a new concern appeared in the life of the shipwrecked man. And if the night phenomenon that lasted several days was repeated.
Jahve reinforced his refuge, ready to lock himself inside it and resist all the days that would pass in darkness and uncertainty. He preferred not to have to face any more monsters and animals while the night lasted. He fortified his semi-scattered house as best he could and stocked up on all the food he could find.
Thus when a long night arrived without its corresponding dawn, Jahve was locked in the cave part, with the babies Adam and Eve and a horse-goat. Inside the cave he did not feel the pressure or paranoia that he experienced the previous time.
Many lesser monsters and animals attempted to raid his building, but Jahve had made it intruder-proof. After a few days the sun rose again at dawn, and Jahve and the little ones regained their freedom.
Months and more long nights passed, and in this way, the little ones grew up calling him father with his first words, and for the first time in his life, Jahve felt loved and complete in that paradise.
When Adan was already a boy, about 6 years old, one day he set fire to some bushes... The thing is that the boy had no tools or knew how to make a fire; however, the energy burst out of him, and it simply happened.
Eva soon demonstrated similar abilities with the wind, and as they grew, Jahve could feel how these little ones had the ability to work what for him were miracles.
Although it was obvious that the boy and girl were not related to each other, they grew up as siblings, playing and living with the soldier.
Jahve did not neglect his education, teaching them to speak and to read, he taught them mathematics and natural sciences, plus all the knowledge about the island's ecosystem that he had been accumulating.
He also taught them how to fight and combat, just as he had been taught at the military academy. And time passed, and the seasons passed, and the babies that he found one day on the beach transformed into beautiful teenagers with overflowing energy.
However, time seemed to have stopped in that adolescence for the two boys, and although the years passed, it seemed that they were not close to reaching maturity and being able to call themselves man and woman.
For Jahve, they were his precious children, his miraculous children with pointy ears; in all those years, no ship ever appeared on the horizon again. Once upon a time, some wreckage washed up on the beach, but nothing could get them off that island.
Making a boat and launching it into the open sea without knowing the direction was not an option. As his children became more autonomous and independent, Jahve began to spend more time hunting them. He was clear that he would not fly again, but nevertheless, he repaired and managed to isolate the cabin again.
It was as if a call told him that his time in that world was coming to an end. By the time he repaired everything he could have the ship, 24 long years had passed.
One night Jahve was sleeping alone in the cave, Adam and Eve had gone to the forest to sing and dance in the light of the full moon, the old soldier let them do it, they were young and he would only get in their way.
The dream soon overcame him, and it was at that moment that another human appeared in his dream that he did not know. He was sitting on the beach with a peaceful attitude, he had long black hair and he made a gesture for him to leave. Come closer
When Jahve approached the stranger he spoke to him, and although he did not recognize the words he was able to understand him, although he did not even know how.
"The time has come Jahve, your time in Athair comes to an end..."