How long has it passed? Months? Years? Centuries?

The God of life, Tomoru, had always been a selfish being. Let's say that he wasn't the kindess, because he was kind enough to share a little bit his light so that the mortals could see during the day, but he didn't want them to steal it the night, ir during the winter when he needs it the most because its getting dark.

He never listened to the mortals' prayers. It wasn't because he didn't like humans. No. It wasn't that; because wether it was the prayers of humans or those of another species, he never ever listened. He was just not that much of a listener.

Once, he killed a human! Well, that was what the book said. Nobody will ever know if that is true or if it's just something to make him look bad.

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Tomoru was waiting in the dark, his eyes not wanting to open. His body felt weird, as if he hadnt moved in a long time, wich was.. actually true. He was thinking of what he would do once he'll be able to see, speak and move. He was remembering what he did before. He was trying to know why he was like that; stuck. He was just enjoying his life, right? So.. why was he stuck in a way too small piece of paper!?

Suddenly, his eyes opened by their own and a blinding light surrounded him. He slowly blinked, trying to get his eyes to get used to the light. His melting fingers were slightly twitching and he soon realized that he was free. How was that possible!?

He looked around and he found a mortal standing in front of him. He couldn't say if it, he, she or they were human, since he hadnt seen one in centuries, but he didn't know if it was another creature either. He only had a vague idea of the shape of a hand, so how was he supposed to say what thing it was? Lets just say its a mortal, we can see it by its slight freezing moment that it made when he appeared. He sighed quietly and looked at the mortal, speaking in a quiet and strangely respectful voice compared to centuries before.

"Hello, mortal.."