Mon-Isidyus

What if you were a God.

            Absolute power. Everyone wishes for it, craves it, needs to feel or taste just a sample of what it’s like.. to be a totalitarian. This was the case for our goddess in this story. Yes, you and I, we are alike, reader. Because as I write and you read, these gods and goddesses, with their little, insignificant worlds. Have no idea who has the control, the power that they seek. Therefore I ask you this, reader. Who is the God, really?

 

            Mon-Isidyus. A goddess so serene and beautiful it is said that instead of steps, she glides. Life forms are entranced by her icy blue eyes and her hair that is so dark it can consume any un-pure soul because of how dark it is. She is pale, and her skin is free of imperfections. Her gown is that of a flower. A flower blooms on her body to signify that she, herself is the creator of life. Mon rules from a throne high above the mountaintops, she views her world from a sacred mountain life-forms have called “cavernamus.” Life-forms have never seen Mon, because any life-form that would dare set eyes on her would freeze on the spot because of her icy glare, if this life-form is not pure. If the life-form is pure. Mon can also put life-form’s to sleep. Mon is pure. She wants the best for her life-forms, and that is to be all pure and equal.

            When Mon was granted her title as goddess, her mission was to create a habitat to support and create life, where all life-forms will be equal. She had accomplished her mission by making it so that her life-forms would not evolve so they wouldn’t claim to have ‘abilities’ or anything that her life-forms could deem “higher” than anyone else. Mon wished to be a totalitarian goddess. Mon craved for absolute power, and she knew she could gain control because she was higher than her life forms, she was a goddess after all.

            Mon’s life-forms have lived for centuries the same way with the same cultural traditions. The crops were all the same, they grew the same food each and everyday, and Mon had created her life-forms to only see one color. Blue. Mon, of course, could see all but she chose to keep things simple and equal in her habitat for her life forms. There was only one role in the habitat of Mon’s creation. To provide homage to the ‘sky toucher;’ the sky toucher was their interpretation of Mon. The life forms believed that by providing the same flowers picked from Mon’s creation of a habitat, and feeding the sky toucher, tree bark. Their habitat would be safe. And it had been safe for centuries. Every life-form went around telling tales of Mon’s existence, these life-forms only knew of stories because Mon had implanted a memory in their heads when they were created, this was to keep the equality at peace, and they told the same story each night before they waited for the big blue to appear.

            The life-forms had addressed each other as names that all start with the same letter ‘Q.’ Quell was a life-form who had been rather odd, since it was put in the habitat. Quell would ask questions such as ‘why here?’ ‘why named Quell?’ Mon knew of it’s wavering faith and yet, she was okay with it. She believed that her life-forms had the right to question her faith. As Quell began to tell the story of the goddess, it shared concern on Mon’s existence; “Although have a vivid memory of Mon-Isidys, why is it that there is something wrong?” Quarr, who was sitting right behind Quell had started to begin to tell his story as if no one heard his question, and then something snapped in Quell. Quell saw that the sky-toucher was not blue, but in fact orange. His other life-forms were beings that seemed to have stars on their chest, the night was dark and there were many sounds and noises at night that drove Quell mad! Mon was aware of the situation, and if she didn’t do something soon, her habitat would be un-pure. Mon had visited her habitat that night, she put all the life-forms to sleep by engulfing them with her dark hair and she had stared straight into the irises of Quell. Quell saw, and understood everything right before his eyes. Everything was cold, and then, Quell had turned to ash.

            Mon had sent the a bountiful harvest of for the life-forms, as a condolence? Like her idiotic life-forms could understand anyways. Mon had implanted the memory of Quell into the life-forms heads so that this would be a story of the ages, to not question Mon’s faith. This was also important to Mon because she realized that one slip up with her creations can lead to full-blown anarchy.

            Although the life-forms are happy with their habitat, is Mon-Isidys happy with her creation?