Between suns live beings too vast to be called gods. They travel into the unknown universe bringing order to chaos and choose through a slow and deliberate knowing where life should spark. Humans have never been able to name them, but buried deep in the oldest myths of all worlds are references to world makers.
It is dangerous to try to call one, especially when most mentions of them are in hieroglyphic languages, long forgotten. But where else does one turn when on the eve of war with gods tangible and terrible? Having done what she can, she waits, and does so long enough to have grown cold and bored. Suddenly Nivin feels the world maker all around her. She floats surrounded and nearly bursting with him until he takes pity and forms himself into the shape of a man whose body is made of the void and whose head is made of exploding stars.
“I am Irlan.”
He shows her the many worlds he has made, including hers and for a moment her worries for a tiny kingdom, on a piece on land, on a planet, in a system like so many others seems insignificant.
“We create life because it is significant. You cannot carry my burdens nor I yours. You must keep those that live on your world safe,” he says.
“I am not enough,” says Nivin, ashamed that what is so small for him is too large for her.
He touches her cheek and says, “You will be. But on the edge of future horizons, wait dreadful choices and they will change you.”
“I understand,” she says with a sudden sob.
He brushes a tear from the corner of her eye that he places on the tip of his tongue.
“You do not. But you are brave and I will aid you.”
Then he is gone and Nivin is alone and merely human once more.
Inspired by Trifecta’s one word challenge of:
1: characterized by or resulting from careful and thorough consideration <a deliberate decision>
2: characterized by awareness of the consequences<deliberate falsehood>
3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved