My Prodigy

Creator's POV

I look down at the miracle that I saved. The one that had to become a being. I was never a being. I was born up here. Well, born isn't the right word for it. I was created up here. The making of me was uneventful and I was not celebrated. 

The creator before me tried to gain the love of the earth by being vengeful and making the people do as he says. I couldn't bring myself to do that I had to do something new. So, I waited. When the one before me left, yes, he just took off never to be seen here again, I made a new plan. 

I let chaos rule and let the people see what happens when the world has no real ruler. What I noticed, was that they need someone, or something to believe in on the ground. They need a being. I can't be that being. I am too light for them to process. I would kill them all, just by being down there. 

No, I had to put a plan in motion. The plan took me a good five thousand years to put together, but it's worki