The first chapter of my first major novel. In this, you meet the protagonist, Bastion, and well… he tells you the rest.

Humans – the ruling beings on the planet, created by an all-knowing entity. They kill off themselves and each other for no other reason than looking at each other the wrong way. The self proclaimed dominant species.

Stupid creatures, headstrong in their ability to withstand pain and live through disasters; they don’t even comprehend the fragility of the bodies they have been given by their God. It’s astounding.

Of course, when you are one, you really don’t perceive that notion. You’re above your own stupidity. You thrive on it, but you don’t really understand how much of a complete idiot you really are.

But the truth remains. You, the reader, the All Important, the Interested, are one.

Not that I mean to be rude, but it is true – for example, the belief every human holds in them that they are unstoppable, an invincible force of nature. Well, the belief that most humans hold. I do believe the new diseases that the species are unearthing upon itself makes up for that. Those that have them simply don’t think that way anymore. They are faced everyday with their own mortality, and they cope with it. It’s hard for them to do, stare death in the face in every waking hour, but they do it.

Every single human on the face of this earth will die eventually. It is just a matter of where, when, and how. Will it be the bus coming down the street that doesn’t see the pedestrian, or the seemingly inevitable drive-by that seems to be occurring in so many of the major cities that humans are so impeccably proud of? No one knows until it’s that time, and it frustrates them.

But, getting back to the mortal diseases that force this peak of intelligence and revelation upon the people as a whole… It isn’t fun to be dying of one of these diseases. Especially in the days when there was no medicine to give to the patient for the pain, no vaccine to provide an immunity before it spread. These diseases killed millions before humanity finally developed its own cure for them, wiping out whole families and clans. Whole cities even.

How do I know?

I lived through it. Thousands of years of just watching humanity, watching those families get ripped apart, entire countries ravaged. Hell, when the situation had allowed, I even helped. Of course, I never got any credit for my kills that just added to death tolls, but that was for the good of all, I do suppose.

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