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Bphophix sat by the ocean, on a dead tree stripped of bark, whittling with a copper knife. Dark knotted hands from years of hard work carefully carved out an animal from the area. He finished up the horns of a large plains creature needed for survival. “Lessons can be learned from such a small object”, he mused. Metaphors and symbols helped to plant ideas in the young, and bring forth critical thinking. If he could even impart such lessons before time runs out for humanity’s brief existence in this hostile world.So much has gone wrong since he landed with his crew here thousands of years ago. Time meant nothing now, just a distant distortion of his perception. Since his own death, he has searched for some type of meaning. It was just a dream, being trapped as a spirit on that small island where they lived out their last days. Then he met the mad god himself, Plthunlos, and everything changed.Old Earth was the only other place he knew where souls lingered and haunted places. His haunting days are over. Now he shared a body with this old man. It beat just thinking of the past and looking at ruin every day. Now there was hope, something to accomplish and do. With some of the technology he found, Bphophix knew he could get humanity on the right track again. A new generation of colonists for a planet gone mad. But could he make a difference?They leaned on him, sometimes too much. He did not want to be their king or ruler, but the thought was tempting. Could he rule over humanity? Possibly. But such a thought went against who he was. All his life he led by example. Would he toss it all away just for a brief stint of power? Humans needed to fend for themselves, learn to hunt and fish. But could they do it without authority? He did not know. His leadership role as Captain of a starship and leader of the colonists was doomed. Failure stalked him. He was not good enough to be a ruler, or even a king for that matter. But the urge to do something, to be the answer humanity needed, burned inside him. The other spirit in this body knew.Bphophix knew mankind had a long way to go. But patience was needed. So he carved wooden dolls for the kids in the village. Only a third of his people remained, scattered across the continents of Naalrinnon. Several Humans he instructed to head south, to the continent of Raanon. It hugged the equator and he knew they would thrive there. Other Humans he instructed to go north to Naalgrom and set up a colony there, away from Undines, Gnomes, and Salamanders. The only remaining people on Frinth had traits favoring the mild climate. He did not care about skin tones, as man would change to adapt.It was all coming to fruition. The plan slowly worked, step, by painful groveling step, for mankind.But Plthunlos had to be supplicated. His madness and rage created huge opportunities for Bphophix to exploit his logic, furthering his cause.“What did you make for me today BP?” A small girl, barefoot and covered in a simple white tunic, approached him as he carved. Her brown hair complimented her smooth yellow brown skin and almond eyes. She smiled a large, toothy grin as she tugged on his long, shaggy white beard. “Show me what you have there.”“Elisna, you must be patient. Your mother will get the animal I am making.”“What is it, BP?”“Something you have encountered before. When we went out on the plains.”“A Lashon?”“Maybe, now run along.”She skipped off to the sea, scanning the sands for more sea shells.A single dark cloud, brimming with lightning approached, with a being twice taller than any man riding it. The Mad God, rushed forward, landing in a grand fashion, shaking the ground as he came to a stop.“What can I help you with today, Plthunlos?”“You will refer to me as your God, worm! Your champion betrayed us!”“Your worshipfulness, I don’t think that is the case. He is most loyal to our cause.”“Liar!” Thunder cracked across the beach. Everyone cowered and headed to shelter in the village. Humans ran from the shore, picking up their loved ones.Except for Elisna. She continued to play with the shells by the ocean.“Celundynn’s fleet launched from the city of Jaash. Your trained saboteur failed.”“You have two hundred Humans trained in the arts of sabotage and you complain about one? Others wreck fleets and destroy villages in your name. But you pick on one?”“He is special, worm, and you know it! I gave him three of my gifts! Three! No other has such gifts. He is our champion. The best Human for the job. And he failed.”“What do you want me to do about it? You’re the one who can fly on thunderclouds and shoot lighting from his rectum.”“You insult me and expect to live?”“Yes! Without me you have no way of controlling the Humans loyal to you. We have colonized the world and slowly establish hidden villages. I have the most respect out of all elders. Even the village e
Source: Dragon Gods Rising Chapter 3