A story by yours truly.
Once upon a time, there was a land of immortal rulers, Gods, perhaps. And rulers need something to rule over, hence the term “ruler.” So, two twin rulers, Dethander and Alexander, decided to create something to rule over. Alexander worked with great care, sculpting his creatures (humans) as a replica of a ruler. Dethander, however, made many creatures, as he was working quickly, without much effort.
Soon, they were both done, and they showed their creations to the other rulers. Most of the rulers were awing at Alexander’s creation, and Dethander soon became jealous. “Hey Alexander!” he shouted.
“Yes?” His twin answered.
Dethander made a devilish smile. “Your humans seem very similar to us. What if your creations get more powerful than the rulers? The whole point was to rule over them, not to get ruled over!” Many of the rulers started to get rowdy, and Dethander just sat there, smug.
The powerful ruler, Olive, sat there and congratulated Dethander for what he had noticed. “You just saved us from a lot of trouble,” she said to Dethander. “As for you,” she hollered, pointing at Alexander, “If your twi—“
“Wait!” Alexander shouted, interrupting olive. Olive was not the girl to be interrupted, and she was getting even angrier! Alexander needed to think of something to satisfy her, and he needed to think quickly. “After the humans get the pleasure to live,” he said while smiling widely at olive, “They must experience a terrible thing called death .” Alexander then looked at Dethander with a gleam of revenge in his eye. “And shouldn’t dethander’s creatures die too?”
“Very well,” Olive said, not mad anymore. But, she wasn’t exactly as happy as a clam, and Alexander wanted to please her.
“I shall also make a plant that will serve for fruits, oil, oxygen, wood, and much more,” Alexander said looking deep into olive’s eyes, “I shall call it the olive, and the creatures will love it.” Olive tried to hide her excitement and happiness, but it was hard to conceal.
“Thanks,” she said softly to Alexander. All was well, but not for long.
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