In the beginning, there was light, and of course, its creator, the LORD. Or as human beings eons later would know him by, God. The LORD was happy in His own little space, accompanied by His beloved sister Amara.

"Brother," Amara interrupted his thoughts, approaching Him, who was sitting on a tree stump collecting His mind. "Brother, is it a little bit lonely for you around here?"

"No," The LORD replied curtly. "I have you, Amara, and you have me. Besides, I am working on my new creation."

"What is it?" the red-headed girl asked curiously, her eyebrows furrowing. "Can it talk? Can it be our friend? Is it–"

Then The LORD held His hand up high, indicating Amara to stop asking Him those questions. "Time will tell, Amara. But here is a little hint: it's going to be called Eden."

"Eden!" Amara squealed excitedly. "Oh, brother, it sounds beautiful! I surely cannot wait to meet Eden."

"Here is another clue, Amara," The LORD told her. "Eden is not a person, but a place. I think you will find joy in it, it looks just like this." The LORD motioned to the empty land around him.

Amara turned her head to the right, examining the scenery before her. There were grasses of green, some covered in the bright colors of all kinds of flowers. Between a few varied meters apart, there were trees of all sizes; it all ranged from the littlest one, which was approximately Amara's height, to colossal ones, which were around three versions of her brother stacked on top of each other.

"Of course, unlike this one, it will be neater, and various things you might find out of the ordinary will be placed there," The LORD smiled up to His sister, who was surveying the planes with a bright smile and awe plastered on her pale face.

PROLOGUE PART II – "The Garden of Eden"

Amara stared at the amazing sight. Trees, just like the ones her brother promised filled the calming green landscape. Bright, vibrant flowers were planted around them, greeting each passerby (who were only her and her brother, really) gladly without using words. But what caught Amara's attention was the humungous tree in the middle of the land. Her brother had called it the Tree of Knowledge. The tree was interesting, it wasn't like the rest; this one had red, weirdly-shaped objects all over it.

"Brother, what are those?" Amara questioned The LORD while pointing at the odd item.

"Those, Amara," The LORD said as He picked one down. It made a little "snap!" sound which caused Amara to flinch slightly, due to the fact that she had been surrounded with silence and her brother's voice her whole life. "Are called apples."

"Ap-less," Amara repeated, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "How did you come up with such a peculiar name, brother?"

The LORD let out a little chuckle, his bearded chin rising up and down. "It is pronounced as app-els, Amara. And I do not have the littlest of knowledge; it just appears."

"Maybe that is your specialty, brother," Amara smiled brightly at him. It made The LORD's heart soar as high as the skies of Heaven; He really did love her with all His heart. "Naming things."

"What would yours be?" asked The LORD curiously. "Your… specialty. What would it be, Amara?"

"I do not know, brother," replied Amara, her voice dropping. But her face lit back up as she said, "but if I can choose, I would like to name beings."

"Name beings?" The LORD squinted His eyes and tilted His head a little bit to the right. "What exactly do you mean by that, Amara?"

"Well, brother," Amara started slowly; she sounded nervous. "If you create living beings, I would want them to have names to call them by."

"Would you care to give me an example?" The LORD requested.

"For example," Amara glanced around carefully, her eyes inspecting each and every inch of this land. However, she could not find anything- until her brown eyes landed on his own blue ones. A rather mischievous smile then found its way to her lips. "I would name you God. As a nickname, so I wouldn't have to call you by two words."

"Why not just call me The LORD instead?" He reflectively shot back. When Amara's eyes dropped, He realized the mistake he just made. Slowly, he placed his hand around her body, engulfing her in a weird position.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Amara asked, a little bit weirded out. "Let me go."

"I am giving you, what I believe is called a hug," God smiled. "You can call me God. You named me. And you shall name all of my living creations after that. You will do no complaining, I am assigning you this task as a mission, Amara."

"Thank you, brother," Amara beamed brightly. "I will not disappoint you, God. I promise."

"I know you will not."