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Fortnightcap: The New God

The New God

A Fortnightcap by DL Thurston

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They came to this place in the time before to worship.  They came to this place at the awakening to flee.  That is what our stories tell us, and our stories are all we have.

That was so long ago.  Generations now.  Our new god protects us, even as he slumbers with eyes that never close.  He protects us and watches over us, as he has for generations.

We do not go to the east anymore.  There is the old city, where many of our ancestors came from when they fled.  The stories speak of buildings constructed in the time before, and of great metal birds that flew the sky.  I don’t believe in those birds.  The only things that fly the skies in the day are the eagles.  At night the sinewy gaunts take to the sky and call to us in languages I cannot understand.  Thankfully, they don’t dare land where our god has sway.

There are stories of people still living there, thirsting for blood, calling for death, with brains so damaged by the gods that came that they are little more than animals.  They wait for us there, keeping us hemmed in, picking us off one by one if we leave the protection of our great protector god.  And so we go west.  We track the buffalo, we track the deer, we till the soil.

And we try not to see the things that are out there to see.

When we come across an animal touched by the hands of the horrible gods, we kill it.  That is called compassion.  For they are horrible beasts with mouths that hang open and drool blood, eyes that roll in lidless sockets, limbs with no bones that pull these poor creatures slowly and painfully over the land.  We do not eat them, but we do bring them back to burn them, sacrificing the creatures created by the enemy gods to our protector.

We knows he sees the sacrifices because his eyes, his eight glorious eyes, are always open.  And we know he gets the sacrifices because he continues to protect us.

We do not know where our god came from, or how he came to be.  We just know he came from the before time, the good time.  Some say he was thrust up from the earth, some that he fell from the sky.  Some say he was crafted by men.  That is called heresy, for how could men create a god?  But there is some hope in that thought.  If a god could be crafted once, could not one be crafted again?  That too is heresy, sadly.

So here is the land where my father raised me, and where I am raising my children.  I will teach them of our god.  I will show them the forests to the west, and warn them of the lands to the east.  Soon my oldest will be ready to hunt, to kill, and to sacrifice.  And I will tell them of this history of this place.  How their ancestors came to Dakota to be protected from the gods that rose.  And how they found our new god, our Rushmore.

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