Let us tell you a tale.
≈ III ≈
xi. The Making Of Rodensia
As Êl’s nimble finger ruffled Kevin’s ear, these are the words the creator spoke to him, under the dappled sun sparks and shadows of the great tree of Eredh.
“What’s done is done, little one. But know that the ruler of a land is first the keeper of the land, and gods exist to keep balance in the world. If one does neither of those things, one is only a child making play, and in your case, breaking your toys. What has happened this day is balance restored, for that is my task as the creator.”
“If, one day, you grow into a ruler or a god worthy of their title’s calling, cut a branch from the great tree and plant it near the eastern shore. Once it has grown for a full turning of the seasons, I will return here and see if the Isle of Rodensia might rejoin the greater Realm.”
With that, Êl was gone, and Kevin’s vision began to come back to focus. Êl’s words still rang in his ears as he tried to make sense of the events that had just transpired. And then he felt that flutter in his chest that chattered his teeth, an instinct that all rodents have at their core. He wanted to chew on something expensive.