They say, us humans were vile. We stole, we killed, we pillaged, we lied,… we sinned.
God found his creations to be unbearable and decided it was time to punish them. We were put to death!
The world trembled! Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, plagues; God threw at us everything! But, the worse punishment— the three tribes!
Like us, the people of these tribes were sinners! They were disgusting and the most malicious of creatures. They were the forsaken!
When us humans were met with the forsaken tribes, we were helpless. There was no place to hide. No place to run. We were cattle—toys—to these beings. These disgusting beings that looked so much like us, yet, weren't.
We were on the brink of extinction; we were being put to death.
But! All of that changed when one human, just one, who was free of all sins, begged for us.
God, spare us! Spare us! We have sinned, but give us a chance! Give us one more chance!
Even though the pure man cried and begged, God did not listen. The forsaken tribes continued the murders and pillaging.
God! I beg you! Use me! Kill me! Forgive them! They know no better! Let my death be their salvage!
The man continued to beg, and this time God listened.
Oh pure one, why beg for the disgusting humans? Do they not do worse then what I have done unto them? Are they not like the forsaken?
The pure man had no answer. He knew us humans were no good. We were sinners. Just like the forsaken. But, for his fellow man, he begged and pleaded.
God, let this teach them a lesson and let my death give them one more chance!
God became silent. Seeing the purest man, the only one untainted beg for his people, he listened but warned.
My dearest one, I shall bestow this final wish upon you, but know this. Humans will not change. They are greedy and selfish, and will not understand your sacrifice. However, my love for you will bring upon a mercy on the detestable man.
Hearing the words of God, the man bowed and cried of joy.
But hear me now. The forsaken shall not be leaving this land. I will imprison them and the key to the lock will be sin! With every sin man commits, the lock will weaken. Know this pure one, a time will come when the lock will break! The forsaken shall traverse the lands! They will devour man!
"Mom, is God really angry with us?" Laying in a large bed was a little boy. He had messy brown hair and his eyes were large like the stars.
Beside him, sitting on the sinking bed, was an older woman with long hair, the colour resembling the boys'. Strands of grey slipped from the top, highlighting a stress unknown to the boy. "Of course not silly." Her calloused hands gently stroked the boys hair, moving it out of his bright eyes. "But, if you do bad things, God will be very angry at you. Do you want the forsaken to come for you?"
"Ah! No!" With a yelp, the boy's head was quickly covered by stained blanket. At some point, the cover was white, but time did not allow for it to remain in such a state. "Stop saying that mom!" His cry from underneath caused a giggle to escape from his mothers chapped lips.
"Alright my little baby, I won't tease you." Opening her arms wide, she hugged the boy from outside of the blanket. "You know I love you, right?"
The boy remained silent. Yet, a tremble from underneath the covers portrayed a different emotion. "M-mom, I'm scared. W-what if the forsaken are released when I get older?"
Hearing the shudder in his voice, a deep feeling of guilt filled the mothers heart. "My baby, I'm sorry I scared you. It's only a story book, nothing is real in it." With a voice akin to a whisper, she spoke from behind the patches.
"But mom, all the older kids say the great wall behind the mountain is the Wall of Sins!" Throwing the cover off from his face, his voice was laced with panic. "The book is real!"
Extending her arms, she lovingly removed the strands from his forehead. Leaning forward, she pecked his small forehead. "They are teasing you, baby. People have seen what is behind the wall, it is just a road leading to the forest." Stroking his hair, a smile played on her face. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll take you to see the cutie Lyn, how about it?"
Once he heard the name, the boy's eyebrows knitted cutely as he wrinkled his nose. "Why would I want to see her?"
"I thought she was your girlfriend?" Placing a palm on her widened mouth, she gasped. "I must have gotten it wrong. Alright, we won't go—"
"Fine!" Exasperated, the boy puffed his cheeks. "We can go if you want to."
"Alright my baby, now lets get to sleep. Alright?" Reaching over to a dancing flame, the mother licked the tips of her finger and thumb, putting it out.
Though her eyes found it difficult to adjust to the darkness, she was still easily able to locate her son's head. With gentle strokes, she helped him fall asleep. A small hum playing from her frail throat.
Good night my little baby.