by Karla Tanay
There were four of us at the start. That was how Father willed it, each to balance the others so the world remained whole. But shortly after our conception an argument was born. Four equals were too many. Surely one would be least and another best and two somewhere between them. We argued at length over our stations. In the end we decided he came last. He did not take it well.
“You will soon learn what you are without me.”
With those words he and his works vanished. The land grew parched in an instant. What was once green lay dying or dead. Tearless cries echoed around us as all that lived crumbled to dust.
We witnessed these events in fascinated horror. Such power we never knew he possessed!
“Perhaps we are equals after all,” I muttered.
And I knew then, we must find a way to bring him back.