Capítulo 5: Chapter 4: Dream One
It had been weeks since Asiya had left the convent orphanage. It was early morning outside the window and most of the inhabitants of the two-story building were asleep, but Alex was asleep as well. Ever since the day his sister had awakened the sacred artifact, he had been haunted by the same dream every night. Usually they were unconnected, disconnected fragments of some large-scale plot. A mountain of events and inexplicable occurrences that he could never remember. However, this time the dream was unusually vivid and holistic. Moreover, Alex was almost fully aware that it was a dream. Although the thread of the "plot" did not let him influence what was happening, he only had to watch.
In this dream he didn't feel his body at all, as if he didn't have it at all. He was a silent observer, seeing only what he was given to see. The main character of this story was not him, but the one whose "birth" Alex was watching now.
Before his gaze was the one who had innumerable names, incarnations and even personalities. In different countries and peoples he was called in different ways: Yahweh, Elohim, Adonai, Alpha and Omega, Sabaoth, El Shaddai, El Elyon, El Gibor, Father, Creator, Maker, El Olam and many, many others.
Out of the brightest flash of light came the one Alex was used to calling God. Contrary to his usual image, it was only a small boy, about eight or ten years old. From birth, he was surrounded by a frighteningly large amount of pure power. His snow-white skin was practically glowing. However, in contrast to his equally white hair, the boy's eyes were as black as pitch. Anyone who could look into them would see a veritable abyss, where any creature not strong enough could simply be lost forever.
Despite how frighteningly strong the boy Alex was watching was, he also clearly realized that the god in front of him was still incredibly young. His mind was filled with childlike naivety and interest in everything that surrounded him. A little after what could be considered birth, he left the place he could call home and set out on his journey.
Following him, like a camera behind the character's back, Alex saw everything he saw. And the world around him was really interesting. A lot of different creatures that called themselves Gods, dragons, demigods and many other interesting names. He visited one place after another and everywhere he was welcomed. Asgard, Vanaheim, Mount Olympus, Tartarus, Atlantis, the Tower of Babel, Mount Meru, and many, many others.
The notion of time for the creatures that lived almost forever was very conditional. However, Alex clearly felt how the one he was following was getting stronger. It didn't matter where he was, who he talked to or what he saw. One thing remained unchanged - the boy was growing and his strength was growing with it.
The scene changed abruptly.
Now he was in a spacious something, which a person with a stretch could call a living room. Along with Alex's constant companion, there were two others in the room. A gray-bearded old man with an opaque monocle in his left eye, who stood in the middle of the room, and a black-haired boy of about fourteen who was lying on the floor.
- Yahweh, you will soon leave Asgard without followers," the old man standing in front of the white-haired boy shook his head tiredly. - I don't care anymore, I have gained enough power and can live on even without people worshipping me, but many young gods and mythologies that haven't had time to develop are worried...boys, your influence is growing too fast!
The gray-haired old man flashed his monocle at a young man with unnaturally shiny black hair who was sprawled on the floor.
- Relax, old man pervert," the black-haired teenager replied very calmly without turning his head, looking straight up, as if seeing what the others couldn't see. - Our mythologies are growing, that is true, but we cannot interfere with that. You know the balance is only maintained when we do not descend into the human world.
- I agree with Shiva, - the voice of the one who was called Yahweh here and the one Alex had been following all this time was as calm as the boy with black hair. However, it had an even more childish timbre. - We understand what small mythologies are so afraid of, but this is the natural course of things, isn't it?
- Of course it is," the old man hummed, his one eye scrutinizing him. - But, Yahweh, your stature frightens the others far more than Shiva's stature....
- The creator is feared more than the destroyer? - The white-haired boy's voice was tinged with genuine incomprehension. - Please explain it to me, Odin.
- Yahweh," the black-haired boy suddenly turned his head in his direction, breaking away from contemplating something distant with his third eye. - You are the only god in your mythology, which is rare. However, until your religion was transformed and began to grow at an incredible rate, these gods did not care at all. Now they are simply afraid that such a strong mythology nourishes only you alone.
- Is that really so? - His gaze shifted to the perpetually disgruntled gray-bearded old man. - Is that what you wanted to talk about?
- You're quick on the uptake," Odin said with a noticeable wince. - It's scary just as much, you're too young...yes, Yahweh, the old gods are afraid. Shiva's power has long been a subject of debate, but there are thousands of gods in his mythology. Brahma, Vishnu and the ever warring Indra against the Asuras, they all feed off the power of his mythology....
- I understand," Yahweh interrupted the old man with a brief gesture and looked around the room thoughtfully. - So the right thing to do is to create those who will share the power of my mythology with me?
- Yes," the one-eyed old man nodded with ill-concealed relief. - I understand that you would like to continue traveling and visiting the various gods, but...I'm afraid that would only arouse more suspicion, and a storm could erupt....
- Three hundred years," looking upwards again, the black-haired boy spoke in his calm voice. - These old men will endure for about that long. Then there will be chaos...
The black-haired boy turned his head sideways, letting him know that he had said everything he wanted to say. The gray-bearded old man shifted his gaze back to the boy standing before him.
- So, what should I tell the others?
- I don't want to fight," the white-haired boy smiled sadly. - If it's for the greater good, I'll stop my journey early and return home. I'll get settled...
- That's good," the old man grinned. - I'm glad we've come to an agreement. I hope Zeus and I will be able to calm those panicky people down now...would you mind...?
With the same smile as before, Yahweh reached forward and the old man's body was instantly transported outward into the space between dimensions, bypassing the many barriers that surrounded this room.
- What does your all-seeing eye see now? - Yahweh sat down on the chair that appeared behind him, looking at the only other person left in the room, who was still lying on the floor. - Did I make the right decision?
- I have no idea," the black-haired boy shrugged with a smile. - If you use it for trivial things, like warring with the old gods, then life gets boring...and you know it. There's nothing stopping you from getting the same eye, Being.
- I know," he didn't bother to hide the obvious. - Maybe now I'll actually have to get that ability. Ah, I was so eager to see the world through my own eyes.
- Getting off topic," the black-haired boy rolled to one side, putting his hand under his head. - Have you figured out who's going to be in your mythology yet?
- Let me see," Yahweh scratched his head thoughtfully. - From what I've seen so far, the first thing to think of is messengers...how about making them look like humans and giving them something like wings behind their backs?
- Not bad, though a bit corny," the black-haired boy shrugged thoughtfully. - But I think it's still worth adding something else. A detail that would set them apart from the other messengers.
- Hmm, a detail," Yahweh said with a smile, tracing an even circle with his finger. - Actually, I have a thought...
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