Author’s Note: As usual, this part is fresh from the mind, rough from being unedited. I posted it after I finished it. However, do rip it apart and do give nitpicks. I hope for more commentary on context. About the characters, setting, and plot, among other things. It would be nice if suggestions as to how to make those aspects better are given, but I am not going to promise all will be considered.
Also, checking back at the outline of the Children of Creation (previously known as Divine Six), they are indeed all five, with Terna being one of the twins mentioned. Also, since the deities are pretty much a race, I decided to drop the pronoun capitalization. Now that all has been settled, enjoy reading!
The Fifth Dimension was the home of Ilal’s parents who preferred to be called as King and Queen. Ilal didn’t know their real name. Nevea said the children of the Rulers had not reach the required age to gain the information; she had it, of course, being two billion years old. Ilal had yet to know the logic of the condition. Only Queen was here now; King had went out of the dimension to pursue a mysterious anomaly at the edge of the space kingdom. The other Rulers had sent their representative to join the mission, and it had been a billion year since the group had left.
Once they were out of the portal, they stepped onto a carpet of stars. Ilal preferred the walkway to be more decorative and curvy, but their parents obviously did not recognize art. The twinkling stars gathered themselves into a straight line. Having them was futile, however, as none of the deity needed them to walk to the palace.
At the end of the carpet was home. A spherical palace built by lights and space objects, it stayed firm on the space. At its front was the main door as tall as its three-stories wall. Two little celestial beings opened the door, their wings flapping to help them. Terna’s twin, Alta, exited. Like Anam, Alta took a man’s form, but his body frame was taller and leaner. Nevertheless, he held a spear with a sphere of sarin at its tip. Anam shied away from the poisonous weapon while Ilal slithered closer to Alta. Ilal knew having the spear was Alta’s way to intimidate someone without having to act intimidating. He was actually harmless most of the times.
‘I heard Nevea and Terna argue again. How’s the situation?’ asked Ilal, folding her cat arms.
‘Terna does all the speaking with Nevea interrupting once or twice.’ If Ilal was to describe the smoothness of Alta’s voice, they would compare it with a ballad singer. He lowered his spear, nodding at the silent Anam. ‘Thank you for your help, brother. I am sure, with the voice of reason in the room, the argument will cease soon.’
Ilal rolled their eyes. They only interfered to stop the argument from turning to a fight. It would be disastrous if that happened. The result would be obvious, of course; Terna stood no chance against the Deity of Stars. Ilal hoped Terna had the presence of mind to not cross the line. They changed form to a white pegasus, their wings sprinkled with stars. Appearance was important if you wanted to be the voice of reason.
Accompanied by Anam, whose human form remained, Ilal entered the room. At the middle of it was Nevea, sitting at the highchair. This room was hers, specially decorated to make her familiar with her future responsibility - to rule as a Queen. The wall was painted with moving flame. Her dark red eyes focused on Ilal. Fire and electricity blended to form the female human version of her. Ilal could feel the heat radiating from her.
In front of Nevea was Terna. Like Anam, she too was tall and lean, but with blond hair instead of hazel brown. Her facial expression, while soft like her twin, was also sad, dark shadow forming under her eyes. The Deity of Planets, Ilal thought. The loneliest of us all. The argument Terna had with Nevea must have been the same as before.
‘My dear sibling,’ Nevea greeted, her voice thunderous as well as scratchy. ‘Come to side with Terna, do you?’
‘Is it about the ninth planet, Aevi? The dwarfest of them all?’
To that, Nevea laughed and nodded. ‘Indeed it is about Aevi,’ she answered, her voice still shaking with laughter, ‘the dwarfest of them all.’
‘You cannot remove it from the Solar System!’ cried Terna, the veins in her neck showing. She turned to Ilal with a scowl. ‘No matter its size, it’s a planet. My planet.’
‘First of all,’ Ilal said, hovering closer to Terna, ‘it’s not yours alone, it’s also Alta’s. You made planets with his assistance, remember? What did he say about this?’
‘That little brat agreed with Nevea.’ Terna took a sit at the nearby chair - not as high as Nevea, but it was made for her. ‘I don’t know why he doesn’t care about Aevi. Others know it belongs to the Solar System. Why change it now?’
Nevea didn’t reply to that. This was a good sign, as every time she started to speak longer than usual, her power leaked. It was a part of her that she could not control. But then again, Ilal thought, she is aware of it. Which is why she always replies with actions, a much worse way of reaction. Truly, their eldest sister was terrifying. They remembered her words: ‘While I create, I destroy.’ She was the Child of Creation who could very well be the Child of Destruction.
Ilal’s wing touched Terna’s shoulder. ‘This is not the time to spark a flame, sister,’ they said. ‘You are not having control of yourself. Discuss this with me and both of us will decide what is best for Aevi. While I have nothing to do with it, I understand your concern.’ You treat planets like they’re your babies.
Terna stared at her in silence before glancing at Nevea. Terna wasn’t stupid or reckless; she only had the habit to express herself in the severest way possible. Finally, she shook her head. ‘No. I will not give up this time.’ Her words made Ilal consider revising her personality. Terna pointed at Nevea. ‘She cannot do anything as she wishes. The planet isn’t her; it’s mine - and mine alone. Alta doesn’t care about it in the slightest.’
Ilal could hear Terna’s anger. Her voice, though loud, was shaky. Among the Children of Creation, Terna was the oddest one. Even Alta had confessed he didn’t know her that well. Ilal wasn’t sure if they themselves did.
A thought came into their mind, then. She should’ve considered it before. ‘There’s something in Aevi, isn’t it, Terna? It’s not just about the planet; it’s about something in it.’ It was just a guess, but it was a good one. From Ilal’s memory, Terna wasn’t this protective of her planet; not when she was against Nevea.