In our childishness, life was filled with torment. We have to do better.
It had begun, then, she realized with a heavy heart. This world had existed for so little time and things were already going wrong. Her family was beginning to fight and disagree on the most basic of ideas... Just like before.
Were worlds Fated to be like this, hopelessly tied to reach a gruesome end every time?
Maybe they were. Maybe there was no escape from the cycle, if there even was one.
"No, it can't be..." Aella whispered to herself as she ducked under a low hanging tre branch, its leaves grazing her hair as she moved past, "But if it is, then... No." She shook her head and let out a sigh. Thinking about such things would only slow her down now. She had a goal. So what if Fate wanted to lead people down the same path over and over again? It didn't matter. If Fate had an adoration for the suffering of beings, then Fate was bound to suffer a lot in this Universe. As long as Aella was around, she'd make sure everyone lived as well as they could.
She wasn't far from the others, and while she couldn't see them, she could still feel them. More and more Great Ones came into being, all thanks to the Door. Of all of them, one stood up the most. A strange kind of Essence... As if a mortal was a God, or a God was a mortal. She'd never felt anything like that before. Maybe he was the one that would lead them into a new direction this time? She would have to find this new God - Césure apparently, or so she felt his name was - and talk to him. Later and in private, of course.
For now, she focused back on the forest. As she walked, she began to smell the putrid air of the swamp nearby, the creation of Pelegath. A good creation certainly, she could already imagine the kinds of civilizations that would settle such lands. Maybe a reptilian species? Perhaps an insectoid race? Either way, she didn't want to explore that yet and so she turned around and went deeper into the forest.
She reached a clearing and realized something was lacking, something extremely important. With that, she knelt down and took a blade of grass. She stretched it and molded it into a long stalk with a bulb on top. She then blew softly on the bulb and from it sprouted a beautiful set of petals, complete with Stamen, pistils, and eveything a proper flower needed. She repeated the process numerous times, trying with different combinations of colors, shapes and most importantly, scents.
Eventually, the entire clearing was covered in a wide variety of flowers. But the flowers needed help to reproduce, so she went to the middle of the clearing and raised a single tree, somewhat taller the the others of the forest. From the wood on that tree, she created another bulb, this one considerably bigger than the ones for the flowers, and blew on it.
A moment later, the bulb flowered. A set of huge petals, at least a meter long and hanging from the tree branch, covered the bulb. Then over a few moment, a soft buzzing could be heard coming from within the petals.
Dozens of small insects - which resembled brown, fuzzy balls of spiky hair with miniature flower petals on their bellies - flew out and onto the flowers. They would be the ones to take care of pollination, Aella thought.
Finally, she gave the little insects a stinger and named them Squiggles. She giggled at the name, then felt very silly and left the clearing with a blush on her face and puffed out cheeks.