Silencing War

A Story by Philippa.H

Adrasteia, is the creators daughter and it is her duty to win the war between Darion and her father. She is destined to be great and become queen, but how can one girl defeat an entire army?

In the beginning there was a Word.

However, this tale did not start with a word. It started with two men staring at each other, pondering, and waiting for the other to say the first sentence. The desert, usually alive with its ever moving sands and windswept dunes, was still as the two men stood across from each other, each one sizing the other up.

A gust of wind swept through Darion, as he faced "The Creator", his creator, the creator of all things living and dying. Only one other Demi-God had ever challenged him before, now he's just another myth, another reason not to step out of line.

The Creator has many names, some refer to him as a god others the devil, the ultimate evil. After all he did create everything, any evil or any good has to be passed by him before it takes place. But some things he has no control of; like the real devil, the part of his soul he ripped out to guard the underworld.

"What brings you here? Darion?" asked The Creator, breaking the silence that was haunting the humid air; Darion's body shook as his creator spoke. Never had he witnessed such power. A cloud of sand drifted between them as the Creator stepped towards Darion.

"I... I... I want freedom! For me... for me and my son, we stay on this planet all day no hope of leaving," He proclaimed, his confidence returning, "All I want a better life, this planet may as well be a prison they haven't even invented any fast transport yet. I have to walk everywhere on this god forsaken planet. How stupid must your son be? Hey? This is his planet if I am not mistaken. It has taken him nearly a thousand years to get his prime species able to walk upright. They don't even have an established language I could have done that in a decade not thousands of years," He waited for the response from The Creator who's frustration was mounting.

"Don't you dare talk about my son like that," The Creator bellowed his body growing at an immense pace,

"I put you on this planet, the best in the galaxy and you say it's not good enough!" He took the sword out of his belt and rested it under Darion's chin.

Darion's heart jumped as the cold metal sword took its place, a bead of sweat ran behind his left ear. The fear of being killed was all he could think of, he bowed his head to The Creator.

"Look up," The Creator lifted Darion's head with his sword and showed him his shield. It enclosed an image of Morris, Darion's young son. He was alone crying in the corner of a dark room. The walls were covered in spears. Anger filled Darion's body, how dare anyone threaten his son? The most precious thing in his world to him.

Darion will never forget the day his son was born, his bright blue eyes shone like the moon. He was barely bigger than Darions hand, from that moment he vowed to care for his son, as his father had cared for him. As he stroked the newborns head a rush of energy rushed through him, spurred him on to do the right thing for his son.

"Do you remember your childhood Darion? The way you ran through the fields like you had no care in the world. What happened to you? The playful boy I reared, now challenging me," The Creator knelt down to Darion's level.

He removed his sword from Darion's throat and placed it back in his belt. The image on the shield was transformed into that of a field full of yellow waist high grass, a small hut stood alone on a distant hill.

The Creators attempts to calm Darion were useless; evil had taken over him, for him there was no return.

"You think showing me that will, stop my anger. That was where you killed my father, a good man he never hurt anyone; other than the animals he hunted. If it's a challenge you want it's a challenge you'll get. I accept your challenge. Where's the finish line? The end of the galaxy shall we say?" Darion shouted as he left the creators clutches. He walked towards the distant hills,

"You want a war? You've got one, " he called as he broke into a sprint. There was no way of stopping him now.

The Creator looked out over the lands he cherished knowing their days were limited.