Some Things are just not worth fighting for. Other Things fight for nothing. While other Things fight for everything. Things shift and break. Things die before they ever existed. Some Things will never change.

The Hand came down and carefully swept away the pieces. Caressing them as they fell into oblivion. Picking up, but only so they could fall. The Peace came only when there was nothing left. Nothing left to fight for.

She was left. The Creator, they called Her. Even though there was no ‘they’ anymore. Even though there was nothing to create anymore. She bent down and touched the bruised ground. Watched as it shifted from Her fingers. She cried for something She never had.

The Eyes watched her. Watched the Creator cry futilely. Because there was nothing to cry for. There was never anything to cry for. The Eyes closed and no one knew. Except Her.

The Creator glared at the evil face above her. But glaring was never Her manner. She looked forward and only saw Her reflection. The one thing She could create now. Her own self.

Then He came, the Banisher, He called Himself. For no one could give Him a name. He wrapped His arms around her. She lay against Him and felt Herself give away. He was wiping Her away. She knew it. But there was nothing left to create. Nothing left to fight for.

The Hand came down and picked Her up. Lifting Her up high. Guided Her to something new. Something different. She was terrified. But Terror was never Her manner. So She stood up and touched what was in front of Her. It was Light. Gently in warmed up Her fingers and curled Itself around Her heart.

The Banisher came next and She showed Him the Light. It burned Him and He threw It away. His heart becoming surrounded by Dark in absence of Light. The Creator bent down and shed the Light onto the distant ground. It flourished and burned. Creating destruction.

The Banisher threw down His Dark and the burning stopped. And the unending coldness remained. The Creator shivered and hugged the Light in Her heart. Her path was neither scorching nor freezing. Her path was to be made. The Banishers path was meant to be destroyed.

He softly touched the Creator’s heart. The Light searing His fingers. She knew what must be done. She reached out and grasped His Dark heart. Feeling Her limb turn to ice. The Light and Dark mixed together. Creating and Destroying. To make something new.

It was called Life, but by no one at all. It had wisdom It could not understand. Power beyond Its comprehension. But It could do something that neither the Creator nor the Banisher could. Live and Die.

Life fell to the ground. And the Creator and the Banisher watched as It did something they had never done. Life loved. Life hoped. Life lived. It created more and more Life. Each new Life more different and beautiful than the rest. And in the end Life died. But only to be born better and something new.

The Creator smiled. The Light in Her heart shining brighter than ever. She floated higher and higher. Becoming larger and brighter. She shed Light onto all the Life. Helping It to create more. Her smile so large, it was nothing but Joy Itself.

She was no longer the Creator. No, that name was meant for Life now. Her new name would be given by Life. Sol. The Light Giver. The Life Giver. And She knew it was meant for Her.

The Banisher went down to the ground and stared at Life. He grasped It and began to slowly began to take It away. So slow that It was almost impossible to tell. Life let Itself be taken. It knew It would be born again.

He was no longer the Banisher. No, that name was meant for Life now. His new name would be given by Life. Time. Entropy. Even at times, Death. The Life Taker. And He knew it was meant for Him.

The Hand carefully held Life, Sol, and Time in It’s massive palm. The Eyes slowly reopened and peered at what was held before It. And It knew. The Eye’s gaze turned to happiness.

And It was good.