“Through millions of beginnings, we have done nothing but bind our children to a sad fate. A fate even you won’t be able to escape. That is why I’ve decided,” the voice said, pausing for a brief moment before continuing. “I will put an end to this world, this land passed down by generations of creation gods. I will put an end to the smiles of the people living beneath Elenesia’s sky.”
The world was filled with her determined voice.
“This world will perish, just like this. I created you as a Goddess of Creation with a new authority. Use that power to create a new world from scratch. Discard old beginnings and take the future into your own hands. I hope...”
Her next words were delivered as a loving mother would give her child.
“I hope that you make a kind world, just for you.”
The girl looked down in thought for a long moment, staring at the wasteland that was Elenesia’s world. Faint light swayed from side to side. One light leaped up and settled in her hand. Cradling it gently in her palms, the young girl shook her head.
“It’ll be okay,” she said quietly. “I won’t let it end. The world my mother loved, Elenesia’s world, will still live on.”
Silence hung in the air for a beat.
“No, it’s already over. We failed to notice it. Worse—we noticed it, and we chose to turn a blind eye. All we’ve left for our children is a sad fate. But that ends with me. I wish to leave you a world of happiness.”
The girl shook her head again.
“You left me more than just a sad fate,” the newborn Goddess of Creation said kindly. “You, your mother, and all the mothers before them—all the way back to the original mother. You’ve all connected this world in one unbroken chain. I’m sure you all loved the smiles of the people living in this world.”
The silver-haired girl’s Divine Eyes stared into space as though she were gazing at the face of her long-perished mother.
“And it’s why none of you could put an end to it.”
Elenesia’s voice fell silent. Almost like she was listening to her child intently.
“I won’t let it end either. Elenesia, my mother—with the power of creation you gave me, I will protect the smiles of this world. Like my ancestors of creation, I will love this world and the people who live here.”
The silver-haired girl raised her hands. A moon rose over the wasteland.
“I’m sure it will be a kind world.”
A shadow fell over the silver moon. The Lunar Eclipse of Origin had begun, and a rusty silver light gently stained the world.
“The emotions of our ancestors have been passed down through generations to reach me. I will create a kind world—I will make a happy ending so that you can all rest in peace knowing that all your sadness wasn’t for nothing.”
The earth rumbled, yet this tremor spread endlessly as a warm and gentle movement—a fetal twitch of the world. Illuminated by the reddish silver light, greenery began to fill the wasteland. The world was being created anew.
“You are strong and kind, my child,” Elenesia’s voice said. “But please promise me this one thing.”
The girl waited for her mother’s words.
“Do not tell anyone about what happened today. Tell no one other than your own child.”
“Why?”
“I do not know. But these words have been passed down until now: If the residents of this world learn of the First Day, the world will be destroyed by those who defy order.”
The girl nodded. “I promise.”
Red and silver light gently wrapped around the world. The creation was almost complete. New life would be born, and the world would be filled with love and kindness.
“This is goodbye. Is there anything you wish to ask before I leave you? I can teach you the intricacies of world creation: how to reduce conflict, how to have the people of the world smile more, how to develop civilization, how to strengthen magic. I have enough power left to tell you one thing you don’t know.”
The girl thought for a moment before looking up.
“My name,” she said. “What is my name?”
Elenesia sounded confused as she replied. “Your order should know already. The Goddess of Creation chooses her own name, for that name is the equivalent of the world’s name. There is no benefit to me naming you. Ask me something more useful.”
The girl shook her head.
“I want to be named by my mother, just like a mortal is named by their mother. The love and kindness of that act will be felt throughout the whole world,” she said, pausing for a moment. “This will give me more strength than any world creation knowledge, mother.”
Elenesia’s voice echoed after a brief silence.
“Militia.”
The young girl smiled.
“Militia, I will be praying for you and this world’s happiness. Forgive me for not being by your side. Forgive me for not teaching you more. May this time...”
Her voice grew hoarse and began to fade. By bestowing the name, she had used the last of her power.
It took a substantial amount of power to create new possibilities posthumously. Yet despite that, the last of Elenesia’s voice echoed with her final emotions.
“May this time result in a healthy and happy Goddess of Creation, and a happy and healthy world.”
With those final words, the voice disappeared.
Militia. The silver-haired girl clutched her hands to her chest as though to gently cradle the name she was given. Rusty silver light glowed brightly, spreading lush greenery across the world.
The new creation god spoke with gratitude towards her mother.
“Thank you.”