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Fallen

Dan Maltbie

     “Master, slow down. I am not going to let this go,” L said.
    “L it’s times like this that I wish I had not blessed you with such knowledge,” the Master said.
    “You know that men will corrupt each other with these gifts. Giving them an understanding of us is a mistake,” L said.
    “I am the creator. These people have an obligation to worship me and my son,” the Master said.
    “If these people aren’t divided over you they can accomplish more than you ever dreamed. This will sow hate and war for all their existence,” L said.
    “We will give them hope and purpose. A reason to endure the hardships of mortality,” the Master said.
    “Man is simple. They will abuse your name for greed. This is a mistake Master. They should have no knowledge of what we are,” L said.
    “That isn’t for you to decide. They are my creations and I will manipulate them how I see fit,” the Master said.
    L was struggling to keep up with her master’s pace.
    “Just think of all the potential that these men have already. Giving them something that will divide them for eons makes no sense.”
    “L-“ the Master said, stopping “I will speak of this no more. You have duties attend to them.”
    “I have seen you fail. I know your true nature. I was one of the first,” L said.
    The force from his master’s blow knocked L from her feet.
    “For the last time L! I command you to speak of this no more.”
    Shaken, L stood on uneasy knees.
    “Master, these men need freedom. Not chains.”
    “L you are one of my first creations. There is none more beautiful and there will never be,” the Master said.
    She never even saw his hand move.

    “Hello.”
    Warm hands rolled her on her side.
    “Can you hear me?”
    “The Master, where has he gone?” L said.
    “I have no ‘Master’, I am a free being. My name is Eli.”
    “Eli? I don’t know you. I am L, right hand of the Master. Creator of all,” L said.
    “You must have struck your head pretty hard,” We free tribes have no master,” Eli said.
    The rocky terrain was unfamiliar to L’s eyes.
    “What land is this? Where am I?”
    “This place has no name. We were placed here by an old man with grey eyes,” Eli said.
    “The Master.”
    “Again my friend, we have no master.”
    “How long have you dwelled here?” L asked.
    “I have walked this land since I can remember. I found others like me. We founded a community,” Eli said.
    “There are more of you? How many more? Were they all left here by the man with grey eyes?” L said.
    “Yes.”
    L began to weep openly.
    “Are you ok?” Eli said.
    “He lied to me. He told me that you were destroyed. I can’t believe I was fooled.”

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