Dak And Stell/The Travelers Trilogies

1.21 Half-Baked Divine Excuses

A blaring ball of burning fire blazed down on hills of sand farther then the eyes could see. The sand radiated heat and cause distorting waves to make the sand look like rippling gold. There were no birds or beast, bugs or snakes, just a suffocating heat and a sense of thirst that could not be quenched. This place was only sand in the middle of Nowhere, and Three gods stood arguing with one another about recent events.

"Why do you insist on constantly causing problems?" Dragon asked with a stern expression on his sculpted face. "You and Belzenrog have lost our ways as gods to our people, and you only seem interested in causing strife and conflict."

"That's not true, " Kiratorpelis said with a half-cocked smile. "You can't compare me to that brute. I only try to spread my love and gifts."

As she finished speaking, a small shadow began getting larger around them. It was like a cloud was growing larger in front of the sun. The massive corner of a brink yellow mountain slammed to the sand. Kira didn't have time to react.

A massive triangular Mountain had just fallen and drove Kiratorpelis deep into the sand. It was tranquil for a short while as the torrents of sand settled, but then the sand at the edge of the massive structure started to move. A sputtering and cursing Goddess clawed her way out of the sand in a rage.

" Too bad it's doesn't matter if they want your gifts, " Belzenrog scoffed at Kira as he reclined in a chair that had appeared as he sat down. Kira was pulling her self up from the sand, still cursing profanities in a different language. Her gray dress was covered with small tears and sand granules that she was attempting to brush out. Diagon stood glaring at the two of them.

"Is your plan just to let the world die like was already done? Were you not satisfied the first time? How many times must you watch our wards get slaughtered by this infection on our lands, " Diagon said to the other two.

"If the planet dies, we just become caretaker for another rock full of ungrateful leeches. They are always begging for forgiveness or a pardon for the wicked things they do in our names. Does it matter who serves us? They all are the same in the end. What is the point of trying to save these wretched fools?" Belzenrog said, gesturing his hand towards Kira as she was shaking the remaining sand from her hair. "This one even tries to guide them in there love efforts, and still they cry of the unfair and unjust gods. They pray that we stop interfering with their lives, so we do as they say and leave them be. So I went beyond the mountains and put forth my ideas to the Dark-Eyed-Ones, true masters of the chaos with their warring tribes. These people had all the tools to make this world far more interesting, but no means to reach beyond the great walls. So I gave them magic. I did not see why only half of the world should be allowed power."

"You two act as if your interest in this was strictly to help all the people of this world, yet one removes loved ones from happy engagements, while the other supplies one people to be able to dominate the other. You two should lose you places, not these peaceful people." Diagon said as he turned from them in disgust.

"You think you're all high and mighty, but you're no different than us. You may not have divided the people, but you also didn't help them. You're just as much to blame as us, " Belzenrog said, laughing.

It was true, as much as it gulled him to admit it, he had done nothing to help the dweller of this world. Instead, he became infatuated with one of the Prismantians women he had met in the northern forest and didn't realize what Belzenrog was doing until it was too late. His love had died in the cataclysm that followed the breaking of the world. Who had to answer for this injustice? If I had taken my duties more seriously, the balance of this world would have never been in this position in the first place. I am just as much a cause to this calamity as the other two, maybe even worse.

Now, he was forced to watch the events play out. Not all was lost, though. The travelers were trying to figure out what went wrong and how they can stop it from killing everyone. Maybe he didn't deserve to be a god, but there might be a way to redeem himself.

The other two gods continued to bicker behind Diagon as he stared off into Nowhere, contemplating his next actions.