The Eighth Day

We all have heard the story of creation. How, on the first days of life, God thought what he had created was good. Pure, clean air surrounding the Garden of Eden, where all of Gods good creatures took shelter. That on the seventh day, he rested, creating a Sabbath, a day of rest for all. But, no one ever speaks of the eighth day, or of the ninth. Because on the eighth day, God was warned, by the Guardian, that all he had created would sour. That it would be destroyed by those he had created in his image. That they would burn, and pollute, and kill the Earth that sheltered them her entire, long life. And on the ninth day, God would see that all the Guardian said was true. And he would become a god of terror, and fear, and death. This is the story of the Guardian, chosen by Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, and Universe, to be their protector, their savior. But the Guardian would also be very, very alone, for the rest of eternity. It was not something they accepted lightly. It tore them apart. This is their story. My story.