Ripe Fruit

The fruit fell from between the stars, south to Mushroom Mountains. Shinny metallic skin, followed by a tail of fire, in the ending night of late summer. Large enough to be the home for 500 million humans, for 10 Earthling years. The impact liberated forces beyond description but in those wild remote lands there was few bands of savages to register it in their myths.

This skin would remain blind for months. But a handful of minutes after impact the delicate skin of naked foots walked on top of the fruit.

A young boy, of pure orange skin, squatted down, to taste the alien surface with the tip of countless fingers. Fascinated.

_Do you came to punish me, uncle?_ he spoke.

Feeling the presence materializing a few steps behind him.

_Why you had to came here, child?

_I am just wandering.

_You are young, I can see. However, not young enough to claim ignorance in that subject. It is the most basic fact about us. We never just walk around, we do not move without purpose, because our presence sows deep irreversible consequences. Always. You know that. You understand what you did.

_So, you came from your temple in holy ground to punish me.

_No. You are young and stupid. Being stupid is adequate for those who are young. I cannot be sure no one else will punish you for that, and if someone does more likely than not, I will not interfere. I came only to talk, hear, and possibly explain.

_Alright, uncle! Yes, I did that. I knew what I was doing, too. I have violated you laws, those laws you, old people, made before I was born. I have brought a new linguistic race into existence on Kallos.

_ Yes, albeit not like others did before you. When the ephemeral races came into existence, in this universe, they came from the matter and the seeds of spirit that belong here. Your will to add a new intelligent voice to our planet, against the stablished decision of others, **** the violation of invisible boundaries. You took this people from their lives and destiny. To a place that has no role for them. Where they are likely to go extinct fast. However, even if they don’t survive long enough to see the sky above us, you see as well as I can. Their presence here already changed the fate of all things on Kallos. Irreversibly.

_Why should I not have the right to be the patron of a new race of people?

_Because it was never a right, and was never supposed to be.

_But you, who came before…

_The voices in the chorus are enough. More of them, will not improve this world. It can only disturb the balance. Make it more tragic, morbid, more depressing than what it would have been. Look! Your eye for the destiny exists to see what must be, and what cannot be: use it!! Do not focus only your selfish feelings, about this present moment. Look the Ages behind that moment. See what you have done, honestly. See it by yourself.

_I…, but I, I didn’t knew. I never, realized.

_And that is your punishment. I don’t need to punish you if you understand that. Having seem what you have done, understanding it, is your punishment.

_What now?

_Now, you will return to your temple. In your holly ground. You will stay there, and not leave again until the last descendant of those strangers die. We must take care of your children. Find the best possible harmony that includes them, and try to prevent their premature purge. Since they are part of what Kallos is. Thanks to your wish.

_I am sorry, uncle.

_You are young. There is not one of our kin who was never sorry about some faux step. Your mistake was a common one. You didn’t trusted your elders. Trust me in that: it will pass.

The young god was no longer there.

His uncle looked around. Up and down. Close and far away.

Making plans to heal that situation.