All was not well, up in the heavens. Tensions were building for what to do with the humans, who had disrupted the natural balance, and now were upheaving nature itself. They had forgotten their ancient promises, and now, a reckoning was in hand. However, the gods were also split on how to deal with the human problem. On one hand, they had been the most complex creations that the gods had made yet, and could not be wasted, but they had broken the sacred law, so a severe punishment had to be inbound, as they got more and more reckless with their expansion.
So one of them took the decision into their own hands, appearing before the council of the gods to ask for the destruction of humankind. “We must smite them down before they get full of themselves! We must not lose sight of our main focus, our duty to preserve nature itself, our real greatest creations, not these creatures!” Indignant responses followed the bold statements.
“Preposterous!” one of the council bellowed. “We have spent enough time and resources creating and maintaining the survival of these intelligent beings! We must not destroy them now, just when they have ensured survival independent of us!” The council agreed. They would not smite down the humans, despite the grave offense of their long-forgotten treaty. But the elders did not forget. Neither did they forgive.
The humans, though just starting to use primitive tools, knew something was coming when they saw a massive storm, a mass of towering clouds, approaching them. The elders were coming, with permission or not, to end the humans. However, little did the elders know that the council had sent their operatives to trail them, and soon, there was infighting, a furious debate among gods as it became apparent that the council had found out about their secret mission. Someone had betrayed them. Tensions were high, as a mutiny occurred at the top of the cloud, and the gods began to quarrel, they sent gusts of wind against one another. The elders prepared to use their weapon.
When gods fight, it is a battle of wills that determines who comes out on top. Charges of negative and positive built up, the difference between the two wills increasing, until… snap. The elder’s weapon was shattered as a flash of light crackled from the cloud, and struck the land below, an ominous booming sound following. The silence that followed was deafening. A huge scorch mark was all that remained of the white fire that had come from the sky, a reminder to the humans of the treaty, and the council began to speak. “For centuries, we have lived in harmony with nature. And as those centuries have passed, it seems as if you have forgotten your treaty with us, your devotion to protecting nature. Let this serve as a reminder to you of what happens when the delicate balance of nature is upheaved.”
However, this also served as a reminder for the gods themselves, who had not meant to create such a powerful weapon. Today, whenever the gods have a heated debate or disagreement, and pressure builds up, lightning strikes, not necessarily us humans have done anything wrong, but as a sign that the ancient gods of nature are in conflict with one another.
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