A tear.
Sparkling. Pristine. Pure.
Another follows, then another.
Like rain, those first bitter drops precipitate into a storm. Soon, dual rivers flow along the age worn contours of Adam’s and Eve’s windswept cheeks.
A village once stood where Adam and Eve now kneel, but a village stands no more. For before the water from their eyes, there came a fire, a monster forged in the crucible of hate and destruction. It started abroad, caught like kindling in the hearts of their people, and spread, until their small civilization collapsed, until the people picked up their grievances along with their weapons and bled into the dry, dusty ground.
Magic.
It was a menace, some had argued. It had to be suppressed. It was dangerous to wield, and what good it could effect was far outweighed by the devastation that resulted whenever it was summoned by wicked hands.
It was an important tool, others had countered. Not only could it summon the rains to water the fields or heal those who were beyond the aid of a doctor, it could be used to defend against those who chose to pursue a darker path.
They argued.
Whenever magic was used for evil, those who were against it would point to what had been done as an example of why it should be suppressed. Whenever magic was used for good, those who were for it would point to what had been done as an example of why it must be saved.
And they argued.
In their hearts, a transformation had begun. Their love for each other died; their hatred for each other grew. Each side argued that their only interest was the common good, and each side used what means they had to destroy the other, until the drums of war could be heard over the horizon. Until someone started the fire. Until the world began to burn.
The Adams and Eves of the world did their best to broker peace. “Sit,” they said. “Let us settle our differences as brothers and sisters, not enemies.”
But those who were for magic and those who were against denounced them as one. “How can you remain neutral while the enemies of humanity would destroy us?”
And they argued.
The Adams and Eves looked on with mute horror as the lights went out in their neighbors’s eyes, and they watched, helpless, as their people went to war with themselves, as they killed those they’d broken bread with only months before.
In the name of love and peace, both sides had slaughtered with reckless abandon.
Now, this particular Adam and this particular Eve kneel before the ground, a world sized altar whose constant thirst for sacrifice has been slaked once more. They’ve buried the bodies. They’ve prayed for peace.
A tear falls.
Another follows, then another.
They water the ground. They make the barren earth fertile. Adam and Eve have faith that the fields will grow once more, that humanity will rise from the ashes of its ancestors to love and thrive again.
There are none left in whom the fire still burns, for only the Adams and the Eves remain.
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This is the story of the United States of America right now. The story of polarisation among so called party lines. Anyway, you may have meant something else, but this is my take on it. 🙂
Wonderful.
Thanks for sharing this piece.
I intended the story to encompass a more general idea, but what’s going on in the US was what inspired me in the first place. It breaks my heart to see what’s happening to my country.
And thank you! This particular story came directly from the heart.
I can feel it, Jeff. It is sad indeed.
I loved it. But it was so sad. Just like the real world.
Yeah 🙁 The real word was, unfortunately, my inspiration for the story. I only pray that with time we’ll re-learn love and begin to heal.
Nice post.
Thank you! Glad you liked it 🙂