Forgotten Strength

Mother Creations last child

Four seeds grew, but the last one stayed silent, unmoved, waiting. It's siblings moved on forgetting about the seed that never developed. Mother watched her four children grow stronger but always keep her last seed close, talking to it, encouraging it hoping it would eventually open. Even as her own children mocked the last seed, weak, unworthy nothing. Mother cared for her final seed with love and devotion.

the seed would flicker between light and dark, Mother watched as her final seed and hoped.

her elemental children grew and turn there attention to children off their own. Mother stepped back cradling her last seed close. allowing her children to take over her world and develop it how they wished. she watched as they gifted humans ability.

Mother kept her concerns between herself and her last seed. watching the flickers respond as she talked.

"you don't like this world do you" Mother cooed

the seed gave quick flicks of light in response.

"I will take that as a yes" Mother giggled.

the seed returned to gentle glow half black half light.

"OK little one. let's find you place you feel is right"

Mother left her children and the world above she went deep into shadows, watching the seed for reactions. Mother set about building a new realm hidden from the world, half filled with darkness cold inky blackness, half filled with pure golden light. the seed flickered and slowly increasing in size. Mother settled back to watch as her last seed slowly opened just a crack.

"Balance" a tiny voice called

Mother Creation encouraged her seed to continue.

"I am Balance, not light not dark just Balance between good and evil. it's not my time yet. one day I will be needed when the world becomes so unbalanced it will brake that's when I will wake" the soft voice gently sang out.

Mother Creation smiled, she placed her final seed balanced between the inky void and the golden light. until the time is right Little seed.

Mother Creation returned to the world and her 4 children to watch and wait for the seeds warning. with a knowing smile. Mother Creation had once worried about the gifts the human had received and what would happen to the beautiful world that herself and her elemental children and developed. but in the back of her mind, long forgotten about by its siblings the final seed waited to be needed.

decades passed, all the old myths forgotten the God's and Goddess all but fairy tails. how they once walked and gifted ability just bedtime story's . shapeshifters grew out of control, fighing, killing for land, power, always wanting to be better then each other. each spices became corrupted over time. dragons burned the land to ash, Sirens, flooded the scorched lands, wolves stuck together finding strength in packs they formed. Fea hid away deep in forest hoping to be forgotten and to eventually repair the land. each spices over time were hit with decrease in numbers, sickness ravaged the lands and sea, burnt earth stopped healing, the sea grew colder and darker. wolves struggled to hunt enough food to get them through winter, dragons began to cool the once blazing core fire slowly fading. the Fea in there isolation became riddled with sickness.

but still the last seed did not open.