Adargas, seeing the path Akasha had taken, felt powerless. Without answers. How could he punish, correct a piece of himself? He, who left everything to chance, to the decisions of nature itself. If Akasha exists and follows this way, it is because everything is shaped by the laws Adargas decreed.
Adargas stopped the course of time in his universe, and his children were at peace. Then, he traveled everywhere and observed. Until he felt the presence of the Nothing. He expanded and crossed the boundaries of his universe. He did not see or feel the Nothing directly, but perceived his guardian brothers. He visited thousands of universes: some plunged into total darkness, with reclusive brothers considered failures; others shining brightly, where he was warmly welcomed. Adargas met his fellow guardians and learned. He visited those who shared their universes. Each visit, a new experience, a new lesson.
Adargas traveled through the dimensions of time. Past, present, and future were mixed. Knowledge came as pure energy, concentrated in a single point, at the center of all existence. There, Adargas encountered the Nothing.
At that moment, he felt like the smallest particle. His human form was dissolved. He returned to what he had been in the beginning: a consciousness. His communication with the Nothing was transcendental. All knowledge was transmitted by osmosis. There were no words, no sounds, no gestures. Everything was pure connection with the highest of feelings: love. He understood the feelings of the Nothing as he looked upon his children who had not managed to progress in their universes. But who said they had failed? They were exactly as they were meant to be. All had their role.
Adargas returned. His universe resumed its course. His children still waged wars… or perhaps they were simply learning the laws he had decreed. Yet his favorite place remained the little blue dot. His human form was necessary — the planet could not bear his omnipresence.
He walked across the planet, creating all kinds of beings: large and small animals, terrestrial, aquatic, and winged. The planet was beautiful. Perfect.
Then, Elshua appeared. He felt his father's love for the planet. He walked with him, saw the creatures, the forests, the oceans. He felt everything.
Adargas knew that something new needed to be born. Earth needed a guardian. A being created from the planet itself, made of the same dust. He would be his third son.
Unlike the other two, Tribal would be made of the matter of Earth. A being both mortal and immortal. He would live through all eras of humanity. He would feel pain, love, and error. And, in time, he would evolve like his brothers — but differently: by experiencing in the flesh what it meant to be alive.
Adargas shaped the body of Tribal from the dust of the planet. He made him in the image he carried of himself. But Tribal was born with closed eyes. Not because of blindness — but because he needed to discover on his own what lay around him.
While Tribal rested, Adargas bid farewell. He left Elshua as a distant observer and disappeared once again. Tribal would be the spark of creation walking among beings. A divine seed that would germinate in time.
The Son of the Earth is among us. He does not yet know who he is. But his journey has begun.