In Heaven
Littlefoot smiled as he examined the mold he had made. It was a large plant, blue in color, with 8 large petals of reddish hue. It was two feet tall in above-ground length, with the root system making it three feet. Its special quality was that it would open on a full moon, and glow.
It was beautiful.
"Now", he mused, "What should I call you, my little friend?"
But his thoughts were interrupted, as the Great Father and T'nar strode into the Creation Room.
They didn't look very happy.
"What is it?" he asked as they drew near, quickly turning his new creation invisible.
"Remember that little incident in Serpent Valley?" T'nar asked him.
"Yes, I remember", Littlefoot said, "the leader was becoming unruly, and you sent me down to settle things."
"Well, when we sent you", the Father said, "We ASSUMED you would resolve it with diplomacy. We didn't tell you to kill massacre him in front of everyone in the Valley!"
"I tried diplomacy" Littlefoot said calmly, "But he was much too stubborn. He repeatedly shunned the Great Father, calling him a fake God, and insisted on his new idol, who was some sort of Sun God. Seeing that he wouldn't listen to reason, I challenged him to an honour duel, to see who was right, and gave him one more chance to back out. He refused, so I killed him."
"'Killing' would imply you did it quickly, with a sword to the heart", T'nar said, "What you did was butchery! It was completely uncalled for!"
Personally, Littlefoot was having trouble understanding why slicing open someone's gut, then slowly sawing off his limbs while keeping him alive with magic, and then finally silencing him by punching into his chest and crushing his heart was a bad thing.
"I had to make a point", he explained, "I wanted to get it into their minds that the Father was the one true God, and any who tried to discredit him and turn to others would be punished. However, I also went to his family, and blessed them with good fortune and luck, to show that the Father is kind to those who stay with him."
T'nar and the Father were still angry with Littlefoot, but, to their surprise, they couldn't argue with his application of the logic at the time.
"Well...yes...that probably did get the message through...", T'nar began.
"But the point is, you can't DO things like that!", the Father continued for T'nar, "Even if you were in the right, you most likely created grudges, and turned hearts against us!"
"They won't", Littlefoot said, "I left a spell that will alert me if any of them dare to stray. I told them that. I also told them that if anyone wanted to dispute beliefs, they only had to say my name, and I would meet them. It has been 6 months, and nothing has happened. I also tagged each of them, in case they left the area. I told them that too. I have complete control of the situation."
T'nar and the Father could only stare at him. He DID have control on the situation.
"Well, um..." T'nar tried to say something, but couldn't.
"Then...well, just...don't kill someone like that again", the Father said, "It may have made the point, but you didn't have to make it so...messy."
They stood in front of him, and an awkward silence filled the air.
"Well, if we are finished", Littlefoot said, rising from his chair, the invisible plant floating behind him, "Then I am going to make sure that there are no matters that need to be resolved for today." And like that, he walked out, leaving his ancestor and Father alone.
"I think I broke him" T'nar said, "He works hard, and covers everything, but I fear that he is a bit too bloodthirsty. He has seen too much fighting, I think."
"What are we to do about it?" the Father asked, stumped.
"Hmmmm..." T'nar mused,"...perhaps we should give him some time off. At best, a few years."
"Will he accept that offer?" the Father asked.
T'nar sighed. "No, probably not", he said. Then an idea came to mind. "What if we told him that he was being sent to work, then sent him to a tranquil planet and warded this place so that he can't come back if he figures it out?"
"That is a good idea", the Father said, "we just need a planet." He put his cupped his chin in his left hand, and thought hard. "Hmm... I think I have one in mind."