Today is release day for Prelude and kickoff day for the
Prelude Blog Tour.
Prelude Blog Tour.
Thank you to all the participating blogs!
It’s not easy creating life, but that’s what Deus was meant to do. And as amazing as his new creations may be, Deus finds that there’s nothing wonderful about being the only person in existence. Using his power, he molds a companion to keep him company; only, something goes awry and Starr soon proves to be as wild as the animals he’s crafted.
What do you do when the only other person in the universe hates you? You fall in love, of course…because that’s how forever begins.
A few weeks ago, before coming to Terra, I noticed that Starr began to look older, more mature…and fuller. I believe I’m different, also. I’m not the person I was at the beginning, and no longer am I a boy. My body has grown, and Starr’s body has definitely grown in some places. I know I stare at her too much, but now, it’s not because I’m wondering what she’s thinking; it’s because I’m awfully aware of what she looks like.
The things we’ve learned by visiting the future together have made us both mature. The more we see, the more we age. When we visit future Earth I show Starr both wonderful things and not so wonderful things, like wars and famine. But unlike before, when she didn’t take notice of anything, now she cries when she sees the unpleasant times the future holds, and I feel horrible for showing her. But the Voice of Reason says it’s the only way to educate us, and I let it be.
For a while I was worried, but contrary to my initial belief, Starr is very bright. She’s learned to use her hands to craft things and to sew extremely well. She makes her own dresses now, and I provide her with the fabric, needles and thread. For days she’s been trying her hand at spinning wool with a small contraption called a spindle that we saw on one of our visits to the future. She asked me to create it for her here, but instead of making the object appear out of thin air, I made it for her using wood from one of the fallen forest trees. Maybe someday she’ll make a garment for me using the strings she spins, but I’d be happier and a lot relieved if first, she’d make herself a bra.
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