TERRITORY
Though we may have been sprouted on the same planet, I am more archaic than your race has ever seen or could ever surmise. My time was not like yours; harsher were the ages I had to endure. The mother EARTH granted us no ease, yet we eventually adapted thanks to our blessed bodies.
Even I was baffled by the potential I held. I knew that whatever would happen to us, the Earth belonged utterly to us. Intelligence found us and rendered our beings great — we were chosen by existence. Yet I had no gratitude to offer to Earth, for I had not chosen to be born into its ecosystem. I neither owed nor bowed to anyone. My being was destined to rule and to bring some serenity into this pure chaos in which life had somehow miraculously emerged.
Existence itself was oblivious to its own nature, and so creatures like us came to awareness — I knew it. Existence was me. The other foul beings had no souls, but I had, and still have. They fought unconsciously, for the planet demanded bloody conflict to shape its ecosystem, so that mighty creatures like me could emerge and rule it.
I was the one and only — though I once presumed that, in the grand void, there could be others like me. Little did I know, existence forbade connection, divided as it was into scattered spheres of habitat.
While I was contemplating the deepest layers of my being, the Earth became apocalyptic once more. My intelligence could not shield me, so I had to abandon it. Yet my eyes never spared the Earth from their gaze, not even for a millisecond.
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The Moon felt cold and lifeless, but I had no other choice. I had to wait until new life sprouted, as I once did.
“I knew it. It’s all ruined — I can’t do this,” were my frequent thoughts. Yet I never truly lost hope, as long as I kept my eyes upon the Earth.
“I knew it.”
Ones like us began to appear as I watched — blessed with the intelligence that existence grants only to a rare few. After what felt like an eternity, I returned to Earth. That moment itself felt eternal. I knew it belonged to me, and to no one else — not even to another intelligent species like us.
I was not to share.
But first, I had to deceive.
Hands were shaken. The race was defiled with our own blood. The only pure beings in this world were — and still are — us.
And we shall be the only ones remaining after the grand finale.
