Gaea

With earth came strength, sturdiness, and pure force. Gaea never wished to do so… She never wished to have come to the entrance of the underworld in her human mask of sorts. It was a sign of weakness and fragility. Earth was neither weak nor frail, but she must have peace. Oh, yes she must have peace for a being of true age.

That made her desperate.

She was desperate enough to do a thing that she would have never thought of doing after her first encounter with these respectful creations. But no it was not her fault that the destruction happened so vastly across the islands of Japan. No, 'Mother Earth'* never did that. Science does not know what the difference is. They are only half right.

Science… It is funny how things are real no matter what fiction is in play. Magic, mist, space, time, and the whole continuum are all real.

What confused Gaea was the randomness of it all. Humans used gods to describe what natures they did not know; creating all these beings to put nature into category. Yes, it was logical enough to say aloud.

Mortal beings have a significant power over the great deities of nature, and of themselves.

That is why she is standing in front of the passage; to end this futile feud among all beings… all beings. Because…

Gaea needed peace.

Lumina

Another night spent wide awake thinking about never waking up again flooded the small girl's thoughts while lying on the cot in the head house. Four-year olds should never have to think about such things, but she was. These thoughts were always on her mind even when she wasn't thinking of them. A memory of her mother lurked in her subconscious always. In her dreams she saw her mother lying on the ground looking as though she needed to protect something.

Then she was in the arms of her mother, falling while everything fell with them. In her dreams she tried to wake her mother, but she would not open her eyes.

Why? She asked herself, why do people never wake up sometimes?

Sometimes they have to go away for a while, little light. Someone answered. Suddenly she felt at ease even though it was wrong someone would answer her. Lumina's heart raced, but she felt no fear, only excitement and happiness.

Go where? She asked so innocently. The voice replied back with a hint of sadness.

Well, little light, sometimes they go to bad places and sometimes they go to good places, but most times they go to a place neither good nor bad, but somewhere in the middle.

Why?

Sometimes they are bad people before they fell asleep, so they go to bad places and the same thing with good people who do good things before… But, do you know who the good people are and who are the bad? The voice asked politely.

The good people are… heroes that are really heroes. The people who live by their… mo-morar-

Morals. The voice corrected kindly.

Yeah, that. But I know that sometimes there are people who act bad to do good for others.

Very good, little light, you are a very smart girl. The voice said with pride. What else about the good people?

Lumina thought for a little while. She knew something else about the good people.

The good people are the people who do kindness and mean well. They are the people who feel what others feel, um… compass shun.

Compassion is the word.

Yes, and they love even the people that did bad things to them.

The voice was quiet for a time. Then it replied with a shaky voice.

My little light, that is absolutely correct. Goodnight, Lumina.

Goodnight.

Before she fell asleep the voice filled her thoughts with visions of what the world was like. The images were easy enough to understand for the little girl to process. People giving each other help and support, arguing parents that were trying hard to keep their voices low so the children won't hear, and even one image that seems to explain what unity means; of the world holding hands and forgiving each other because they are all the same even though they were different.

One other thing, Lumina, do you think you will be a good person? But before she could answer, sleep had already taken her under its blanket of blissful rest.

*Mother Earth in this instance is the planet, not Gaea. [Gaea serves as both Roman and Greek, I will use only one spelling of her name to avoid any furthur confusion of characters, but if you see either Lumina(Roman) or Milo (Greek) you know it's thier camps or 'domains' as I call them.]