At last, weve made it!
The group of natives cheered, but then they quieted down in an instant. Their great god was sleeping, and they didnt want to wake him up. The final destination of the great god was a mystery too. He usually erected statues of himself in cities or villages with abundant amounts of people; however, right now, the great god was sleeping underneath a golden statue in the middle of a field. There wasnt a soul in sightexcept for the path creators, of course. There were hundreds upon thousands of them, most of them looking weary. They had cleared a path nonstop: cutting down trees in the way, removing the tall wild grass, placing down logs to line the empty plains, but now, it seed like it was over.
The leaders of the endeavor chattered amongst themselves with the help of several translators. One of them stepped forward and addressed the n behind. This is going to be the location of our holy city!
The sa announcent was made several tis in different languages. One of the more rational path creators raised his hand and shouted, But theres no water! If this was a good place to settle a city, there would already be a city here!
The leader of the natives froze. Then he broke out into a smile. That isnt an issue! Havent you seen? The great god can spew out ice from its mouth. An abundant amount of water is already pouring out, do you not see? He pointed at the sleeping god. A snot bubble was growing out of its nostril, and underneath the bubble, there was a torrent of drool pooling into a large puddle by its head.
Thats drool.
Thats a great gods drool! The leader pointed at the man who spoke out. Is a great gods drool not good enough for you!?
Thats, thats not what I ant, the man said. He trembled when everyone glared at him. I just an to say, therell only be water whilst the great god sleeps! And is there enough for everyone here? There simply isnt.
When the great god wakes up, hell bless us with abundant amounts of water! the leader shouted, forgetting he was supposed to keep quiet to prevent the great god from awakening. The great god hasnt rested in months. It wanted to unite all of its people. Now that it has stopped and brought us to paradise, are we going to turn it down and leave? If so, what was the point of building all the roads? I declare, this new city shall be nad Where God Sleeps!
anwhile, four elentals were sitting atop the so-called god, staring down at the gathered natives in the form of different-colored rocks. Beside them, there was a spirit rabbit, translating the words coming from below. Upon hearing the natives wanted water, three of the four elentals turned to stare at Mistle. She swiveled her rocky body back and forth, eting their gazes. What?
They want water, Sheryl said, staring at Mistle with her coallike eyes.
Mistle was unfazed. So?
You can provide them water, Sheryl said, still staring.
Mistle snorted. If they want to get married, I can marry them too, but does that an I should?
Thats different! Sheryl said and puffed her rocky cheeks out. Giving them water doesnt cost you anything! Marriage does.
Mistle rolled her eyes and waved her sticklike arm. A jet of water flew out of Vurs back and splashed the leaders of the natives. There, she said, ignoring their yelps. I gave them water.
No, Sheryl said, drawing out the word and shaking her head. Not like that. Youre supposed to give them a whole lake! Maybe even a river that leads into the ocean. How are they going to build a city around a little splash like that?
They shouldve thought of that before deciding to build a city here, Mistle said and crossed her arms. Im a very prudent person, and I cant help but look down on those who arent. Im not going to help people who havent thought to help themselves.
But Mistle, Sheryl said and tugged on one of the ocean elentals arms. They need your help. If I were an ocean elental instead of whatever kind of fire elental I am now, Id totally give them water!
Well, Im not you, Mistle said and sniffed, turning her head away. The spirit rabbit stared at her before placing its furry, misty paw on her shoulder. Mistle stiffened and pursed her rocky lips. The rabbit placed its other paw on her shoulder as well. Mistle sighed. Alright, alright. Ill give them so water. She glanced at Diamant. If you want to give them a lake, then you have to dig out a hole.
If you dare help her, Ill erode you away, Deedee! Zilphy said, finally speaking up.
Dont be like that, Zilphy, Sheryl said and released Mistle, grabbing onto the gust elental instead. You cant let personal grudges prevent you from helping those in need.
Zilphy pouted, and she turned her body to the side. The spirit rabbit hopped over and placed its furry paw on her arm. It stared at her with sparkling eyes that were wet with tears. Zilphy gulped, and the rabbit pawed at her again. Like Mistle, a sigh escaped from Zilphys mouth. Fine. You can help her, Deedee.
Diamant stared at the rabbit as if it were a pile of gold. At last, there was sothing out there that could diate between Zilphy and Mistle. With a bounce in his step, Diamant walked to the edge of Vurs body and waved his arms. The brown rune on Vurs foreleg glowed, and the ground rumbled as it caved in, revealing a pit that was two hundred ters deep. The natives shouted and scattered, but they stopped running once water flowed out of Vurs back, filling in the pit.
The natives leaders exchanged glances with each other. The great god has heard our wishes! The new city na shall be Where God Sleeps and Listens!
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