Dru watched a drop of sweat fall to the ground as he leaned heavily on his hoe. It was an exhausting day for him and the other farmers. For one thing, there were thousands of villagers in his homeland, but barely 12 farmers. Most of there were so old, their bones creaked when they walked. Once, to Dru's disgust, a man fell dead in the middle of the field. He was well over 80, but the Gods had neglected to release him and the others from their Farmer status. He looked up from the ground to the village totem, where hundreds of people lounged, then at the crèche where even more children ran round, playing. His heart sank. Whatever work he did would go straight into their mouths, after they did nothing all day. He doubted he would get any food at all at the end of the day, which resulted in his habit of stealing grain and meat from the store on his way to deliver it. He felt guilty...sometimes, but then he would look at his fiancé and see her belly poke well away from her body, even though she wasn't pregnant. This infuriated him. All the villagers got to be gluttons, but the workers had to starve. What a world, he thought, picking up his hoe and trying to make the dry earth bear him grain. ________________________________________________________________________ Patricia screamed in horror, shaking furiously, and then falling out of bed.

'A dream' she thought, climbing back into bed. It was the same dream, every night since she was a child. The God's creature, an oversized Tiger, had picked her mother up, thrown his head back and threw her high in the air. Patricia sobbed uncontrollably as her mother's head smacked the creature's fang, killing her instantly, then the creature chewing her mother up as if she were a tender piece of cow. 'I have to get over this' she thought, staring at the ceiling. 'That was over 10 years ago. Mother is dead and that monster is still killing people. Mother wasn't the only one.' In actuality, the Tiger was now the epiphany of good. It dutifully managed the village on it's own without even a single mishap or mistaking a person from a cow. Most likely because the little Greek town was the most prosperous town in the world of Eden and there were plenty of cows, pigs and sheep for it to snack on. There were hundreds upon hundreds of children, who followed their mothers when the crèches were too full. She sighed, knowing that her village was the only one that had to have 3 crèches, which still wasn't enough. To make matters worse, there were 100 Breeder Disciples with buildings of their own so that they wouldn't have to work far or get lost. About 145 villagers were farmers, who lived far beyond the outskirts of Greece. Why? Because they needed room to expand the village. The elders were even considering on calling Greece a 'city', because of its massive size. Lastly, there were roughly 120 Builders and 10 Fishermen. The city had abundant food, but there were so many people that were jobless, they slept in the alleys and walkways of others. The houses were designated for the workers, because they needed enough rest to fulfill the next day's work.

Except for the homeless, who were essentially slackers in the world of Eden, there was no unhappy person in Greece. Well, except for Patricia. She hated everything about the God. The wonder erected in his honor, the village totem and the temple that was on top of the highest hill, which required constant prayer. Daily, she was forced to chase after stray animals when the creature approached, then she was forced by her father to help with the farming as well, which caused the animals to wander, and she was always tricked into helping with the construction of a new building on her way home. After eating the meal her father left her, which was always cold when she got home, she collapsed on her bed to dream the same dream. Her life was miserable and there was nothing she could do about it. She cursed the sky and tried to go back to sleep, fiddling with her amber gem necklace—the remainder of her mother. ________________________________________________________________________ [[Insolent humans]] Somari muttered, looking down at Eden from the skies. She heard the curses of hundreds of people. Most were cursing her for not giving them enough food, while others lacked the wood they needed for new homes. [[It is always something with them. They are impossible to please. Maybe a rain of fire will silence their tongues.]] She murmured to herself, and then thought against it. The last time she had done such a deed, she had been unable to put out the fire in time and had scorched the Earth dry in one particular area. Ireland, she believed it was called. The Celtics hated her the most, it seemed. Because of her irritation with them, she sent the fire flying, but had neglected to test her abilities at putting the fire out prior to her deed. She contemplated destroying the village and everyone in it, then decided against that act as well. No pack of wolves could destroy a whole village the size of Ireland without some people escaping. And another rain of fire would only be a huge smoke signal, making her other villagers fear her.

[[Humans bothering you Somari?]] a voice asked. Somari whirled around to see Lethys, her arch enemy just in time for a just in time for a Mega Blast to strike her from the sky. Laughter echoed around her as she fell. ________________________________________________________________________ "Patricia, I'm not going to ask you again to wake up!" her father yelled. Patricia groaned and got out of bed. "There are four other people living in this house besides you who work as well." He yelled, slamming her door shut. Patricia wanted to scream out her fury, but she was too exhausted. She changed her robes, grabbed her shepherd's staff and walked out to the field. Outside, she noticed everyone looking at the sky. A bright light illuminated everything, then a fireball was seen falling from the sky, followed by an evil, echoing laugh.

"The flock!" she gasped, and ran out to the fields. Even some of the farmers weren't out to the fields yet. She ran hard, knowing that if the main herds were killed by the fireball, then they would have to rely on whatever grain fields that survived the fire.

Finally at the fields, she looked up at the sky.

It was above her. Whatever it was. It wasn't a fireball—fire was red—this was a golden-white light. She had no time to scream, or move. The flock left her, running for the fields. She raised her arms by instinct to try and protect herself.

"Patricia!" her father yelled, running to her. But he was too late. It had hit her.