Part I
It was survival of the fittest. Not many of this new species lived. Many met mishaps of stampeding herds, attacking predators, or angered beasts. Most died young, and some died before their time.
At the base of a tree, the ancestor of modern day hardwoods, a small herd of this new species nested, perhaps for the night, perhaps for longer. They were a wandering herd, always fighting for survival and searching for their next meal. But in this herd, on this night, an argument brewed. Grunts and groans, vocal noises with little understanding and connection were heard. An argument brewed, a disagreement between a male and a female of this species. The others of the herd watched on from a distance, cowering before the awful noise of rage and fearful of what it might cause. The creatures continued their noisy bout until one, the male, fell to the ground, pushed forcefully by the female. Anger clear on both their faces, the male reached out and found a branch. A branch broken and fallen from the tree which stood as their protection, their home for the night. Anger and rage filled him. His hand latched onto the broken branch. He struggled to his feet, branch in hand. A growl escaped his throat. A yell to deafen all ears erupted from his mouth as he charged towards the female, the branch raised above him. He brought it down quick and hard, striking the female in the head. A crushing blow, she fell to the ground.dead. Yet the rage within this one male was great, and an easy death, an easy victory over his fellow was not what he wished. He stood over the limp form and brought the branch up, then down again, continuously. The others of his herd flinched and cowered. They moved slowly, meekly away from the carnage before them, their eyes transfixed on the site before them. The male brought the branch up and down again. With each strike, a sickening sound was made-the sound of bones crushing and shattering. Anger lessening within him, he dropped the branch and staggered back, away from his victim. Throwing his head back, he let out a powerful howl. Deep within the Earth, the spirit of nature let out a mournful cry. The spirit of Gaea, Mother Earth, cried for her children. Deeply saddened by the death of her child, she called the spirit of the female Homo sapiens sapiens to her bosom. Shushing her child, Mother Gaea placed the female's soul within the womb of the earth to rest until she was ready.
Through out time, through the following millennia, Gaea watched as her children grew. She favored the Homo, for they were the most unique of all her children, cruel though they could be. She watched and each time she saw the senseless death of one of her daughters, one whose life was not yet complete, she called forth that soul and placed it along side the others within her womb. For a day would come when these Daughters of the Earth would be reborn and their true lives lived. A mother's gift to her children.
It was survival of the fittest. Not many of this new species lived. Many met mishaps of stampeding herds, attacking predators, or angered beasts. Most died young, and some died before their time.
At the base of a tree, the ancestor of modern day hardwoods, a small herd of this new species nested, perhaps for the night, perhaps for longer. They were a wandering herd, always fighting for survival and searching for their next meal. But in this herd, on this night, an argument brewed. Grunts and groans, vocal noises with little understanding and connection were heard. An argument brewed, a disagreement between a male and a female of this species. The others of the herd watched on from a distance, cowering before the awful noise of rage and fearful of what it might cause. The creatures continued their noisy bout until one, the male, fell to the ground, pushed forcefully by the female. Anger clear on both their faces, the male reached out and found a branch. A branch broken and fallen from the tree which stood as their protection, their home for the night. Anger and rage filled him. His hand latched onto the broken branch. He struggled to his feet, branch in hand. A growl escaped his throat. A yell to deafen all ears erupted from his mouth as he charged towards the female, the branch raised above him. He brought it down quick and hard, striking the female in the head. A crushing blow, she fell to the ground.dead. Yet the rage within this one male was great, and an easy death, an easy victory over his fellow was not what he wished. He stood over the limp form and brought the branch up, then down again, continuously. The others of his herd flinched and cowered. They moved slowly, meekly away from the carnage before them, their eyes transfixed on the site before them. The male brought the branch up and down again. With each strike, a sickening sound was made-the sound of bones crushing and shattering. Anger lessening within him, he dropped the branch and staggered back, away from his victim. Throwing his head back, he let out a powerful howl. Deep within the Earth, the spirit of nature let out a mournful cry. The spirit of Gaea, Mother Earth, cried for her children. Deeply saddened by the death of her child, she called the spirit of the female Homo sapiens sapiens to her bosom. Shushing her child, Mother Gaea placed the female's soul within the womb of the earth to rest until she was ready.
Through out time, through the following millennia, Gaea watched as her children grew. She favored the Homo, for they were the most unique of all her children, cruel though they could be. She watched and each time she saw the senseless death of one of her daughters, one whose life was not yet complete, she called forth that soul and placed it along side the others within her womb. For a day would come when these Daughters of the Earth would be reborn and their true lives lived. A mother's gift to her children.