Love..
What an odd thing.
Is it an emotion?
A way of life?
Or a sin.
The answer is.. it can be whatever you want it to be. I loved once, but not in the way your thinking. No, I loved my creation; the kind and caring organisms that took care of my planets. They nurtured, harvested, and cultivated. they were compassionate and loving. They took care of my animals and only ate what was green. They were intelligent beyond their time. With the thunderbird as their symbol of hope. A creature designed from my own self. Each world I had created had its own unique characteristics. I blessed some worlds with magic and some without. Some full of mystical creatures and some quite ordinary. Each world was beautiful in its own way. I couldn't let them be found out so I hid them.
However, that changed. My father found out I had created living beings, he forced his wrath upon mankind. And greed overtook the worlds that I had created. They burned in chaos and destruction. The beautiful greens and blues were now stained with red. And the golden thunderbirds that I loved so very much are now gone forever. Even so I love them. They are my greatest creation. My Father turned them on each other forcing war and hatred into their minds. I will never forgive him. How could I? But then again this was never intended to be my story. And it most definitely was never intended to be a story of love.
This is my first time writing and showing it so be nice if I make mistakes >.< and it’d be cool if you gave me some criticism on how I can become a better writer!