Everything that came in contact with the drifting chaos storm would die!
Flint was being thrown at the center of this life demanding tornado.
There had been people who came in brief contact with this rolling mass of raw energy. Despite their power, speed, and going all out to flee, there was no situation where they did not lose a body part.
Where did it all start?
This was Flint's thought as he was smashed all around without dying.
It was the fifth harvest season since he had been stuck in this godforsaken place. The villagers had all been nomads. There was abundant food to eat. They had just passed through a land where there were delicious lizards covered in armor that looked like tree bark. There were also humongous creatures with hair all over their massive bodies. It was as big as twenty six village chiefs standing together. It gave them a fright at first glance. Those were happy days.
Before he was born, he heard a boy traveling with them say, "My mama said there used to be ice all around when her grandparents were still small!"
They walked all around, bringing fear into the hearts of other animals with their strength and vigilance.
They roamed the world like wild beasts, untamed.
But why? Why did they get stuck here? When did their luck become this bad?
There were people who could not hold it in anymore and started feeding on trees. Although there were a few delicious ones, most of them were bitter.
They could not leave. Other animals could not come to the place. As if that was not enough, creatures began to emerge from the chaos storms everywhere. They did not inspire fear, but a deep seated sense of wrongness.
They were first discovered when the elders went out to hunt. They spied on one of the creatures. Its back was facing them. It was feeding on something unrecognizable. There was nowhere for it to run, not that it would run anyway.
If they had known, they would not have cornered it.
They sneaked towards it, slowly but surely. It was getting nearer and nearer. The moment the elder at the front gave the signal...
His head disappeared!
There was a look of horror on their faces. Although they did not serve any god, they wished someone would save them. But no god appeared. Evidently, there was no god, only man to fend for himself.
Energy without control would spiral and become violent. This violence, in turn, gave birth to the chaos storm. And the chaos storm, in turn, gave birth to creatures of chaos that devoured the world in all its splendor.
He had been here since he was ten harvests old. The villagers had been eating trees since then. But where there are old men, there will always be stories of the days when there was abundant meat.
They were growing weaker and weaker. Although a way had been devised to deal with the creatures, it was almost impossible to carry out. Had they known, they would not have come here.
Flint was sixteen harvests old when this misfortune befell him. He had lost both his parents to the storm. It chased them for sixteen days straight. There were brief intermissions, but never enough time to rest.
Then, at the last moment, it seemed like the storm had gone away.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound approaching. It felt violent and full of fury. They could not take it in time.
Although it stopped at the middle of the tent, it still swept his parents away.
There was nobody to tell him it was impossible to go.
He jumped into the eye of the storm, screaming at the world.
Perhaps only those with the strongest will and the darkest minds could survive.
His parents disintegrated before his eyes. He screamed and wailed, but no one came to comfort him. He saw his body being destroyed, yet his consciousness remained. His bloodlust was strong. So was his fury at the storm that had taken everything from him.
He was being eroded, yet even the storm seemed to groan at the sheer force of his willpower.
The world could be bent by those who refused to be bent by it.
The storm swept up all the villagers. Their screams filled the air. It was furious at this undying boy who refused to be taken. The storm was the world itself, and it would not tolerate a human defying it.
Flint screamed in anger, "Give them back!"
But the storm refused. Not that it could return them anyway. They were already one with the world.
He was thrown around, refusing death for twelve days. Despite everything, he never once wished to die.
The storm was losing its hold on him.
By the nineteenth day, he saw it.
A ring of tamed energy surrounded him.
Surprised, he willed it to wrap around his body, shaping itself into a new form.
Joy filled his heart as he tested this energy for seven days straight. He remained within the storm, taming more of it.
By the twenty first day, he walked out.
Greed!
This had always been one of humanity's defining traits. Even God was said to be greedy. Since humans came from Him, it was natural to inherit His flaws.
But was that true?
All arguments could be valid. Whether you believe there is no supreme being or that there is.
Flint, after testing this new body of energy, lost all reason. He forgot his parents and became consumed by the strange joy of power.
Power makes a man mad, and Flint was no exception.
He jumped back into the storm, swearing to absorb everything.
After three months, the storm that once roamed the world was gone.
In its place stood the one who would decide how the world worked.
This was the origin of God!