The Tear of Gramal by Phillip E. Jones

Author:Phillip E. Jones [Jones, Phillip E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Epic, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781939116031
Publisher: Waterside
Published: 2012-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

When Sharvesa reappeared, she was standing on the far side of the lawn, just south of the Book’s hall. Seeing the lushness of the grass, she looked down, kicked off her shoes and rummaged her toes through it. A smile appeared on her face as the moisture near the base of every blade cooled her skin.

After plucking a few pieces, she lifted them to her nose and sniffed. Delightful, she thought. She sniffed again. Everything smells so much better on this world.

A few moments later, Gabriel floated out of the hall. He crossed the distance and stopped only paces away from the goddess. “It’s good to see that there is a member of the Collective who still takes moments out of their Peaks to enjoy the simple pleasures of what has been created.”

Sharvesa sniffed again. “The others are fools.”

Gabriel chuckled. “Perhaps. However … ‘fools’ is not a strong enough word to describe their apathy.”

The demon smirked and allowed each blade to fall to the ground. “The others should spend a season or two as mortals so they can acquire respect for their handiwork.”

“A fine idea!” Gabriel clapped. “Perhaps I’ll bring it up when next we convene.”

The Book floated closer. “Of all the gods, Sharvesa, you have proven yourself to be the most humble. Again and again, since your arrival on Ancients Sovereign, I have witnessed this. Please ... never allow the depths of your kindness to be filled by senseless manipulations as the others do.”

Sharvesa took a moment to ponder the Book’s comment. “What actions have I performed that have shown humility?”

The Book smiled. “If I must bear testimony, you have not allowed your vanity to affect your judgment.” Gabriel pointed to his hall. “Over many seasons have I seen the members of the Collective sit within those walls and argue. They fight for power, demand respect and seek the prayers of those living on the worlds.” He pointed at Sharvesa. “But look at you. I see a humble demon who wants only the best for those she once ruled. You worry not for yourself but more for those who will suffer on the new Hell. Your worry is not limited to demonkind. It encompasses all beings.”

Gabriel lifted his hands and opened them. An image of Sharvesa’s daughter appeared above his palms. “You think as a mother thinks. You want the best for your child and those who serve her crown.”

The Book allowed the demon-goddess a few more moments to enjoy the sight of her offspring before he closed his hands. As the image faded, he continued. “Your love for others is to be commended. This love is the reason you value life.” The Book lowered to the grass and then looked up. He motioned to Sharvesa. “Please, sit.”

Sharvesa did as requested.

The Book continued. “The others have become hardened to the fate of those living on the worlds.”

“Agreed,” the demon responded.

After a period of silence, the demon looked to the west and pointed. “Tell me, Gabriel, is that the mountain range Bassorine once occupied?”

“It is.

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