The Lonely Wanderer

Meara's Beginning

Just a reminder that Sam, Dean, and Bobby are all reading the same information from the journals, which is what you are about to read. You are reading what they are reading.

I was not born. I was created by God. It was his first attempt at creating humans. He created all of my fellow leviathans. The idea was that we were supposed to be his children, which we were...at first. And we worked peacefully together to form a society.

We had what you would call a monarchy but we called it an empire. The entire Earth was ours.

There were maybe 100 of us in the 'clan', as I will call it for lack of a better word. They all found a partner and had children sometimes. They found the animals and used them for food. But I was different.

I preferred to remain without a partner. The females would be completely dominated by the males. The males would tell them what to do and when to do it. It was better to be seen and not heard. Sometimes the husbands beat the wives. I didn't want that. It seemed silly to me to give another so much control over me.

I also preferred to eat roots and berries that I found. I could not bear to harm another of God's beautiful creatures to nourish myself. It just didn't seem right. It was very difficult to remain on that diet of roots and berries since leviathans have a craving for fresh meat all the time. But I never strayed from my path.

The others saw these differences in me and wanted nothing to do with them. I was very close to being shunned by my people. But then a miracle happened.

The males chose the King. It was a simple contest of brawn and brain. There was a fight and the strongest leviathan would become King. The women did not have to compete. The King simply chose his Queen. Of all the females, he chose me.

I was to be Queen of the 'clan'. It made me nervous because I didn't want to end up as a submissive. I thought for myself and I wasn't about to let anyone do my thinking for me.

Thankfully, as I got to know him in the few days before our wedding of sorts, I realized that he was not like the other males. He was kind and he did not expect full obedience from me. He expected me to use the talents that God had given me to help him rule over the others.

Our wedding went by smoothly and shortly after, we were ruling as a team. He would ask my opinion on something and actually think about what I said. He treated me like I was his Queen...which I was...but he just respected me. He trusted my judgment and respected my decisions.

And for a while, things were peaceful. Then all hell broke loose.