When the child of humanity embraces the Divine Flame, they lost the gift to sense human hearts. From then onwards, their only purpose was to watch over the earth, bound to endless sea of stars and moons.
They continue to cherish life, yet could no longer perceive neighbours as living beings. -- Anon Guest
Humans should only become deities in retrospect. It's just safer that way. They do have the saying, Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.
But there's always the statistical outlier who should not be counted. Such as the rare soul who used to be named Zeb. The power came to them in a dream, which was odd because Zeb never dreamed of such things. They usually dreamed of dull and ordinary things. The thousands of little ways in which they helped the life around them. Seed for the birds, water for the bees, picking up sticks and chopping up deadfall for those who needed firewood. Gathering leaves in baskets and fluff in nets. There were plenty of creatures that had the need of it, not just the people.
The dream had Zeb turning little pebbles and leaves into tiny houses, when a warm light came to him and said, "What would you do if you had the power to do it?"
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