The world is in the midst of ruin. The forces that maintain equilibrium across the globe are falling out of balance, and its humanity's fault. Their hubris, ignorance, and greed has led to the Earth's suffering. Gaia's subjects, all children of Earth, has battled plagues and sicknesses all throughout history, and just as an infection or disease may cause a fever and send our bodies into a frenzy of symptoms, so too does Gaia. The Earth, a far more living and spiritual place than anyone could possibly fathom, has awakened from a rest that's lasted millennia. She has awakened sickly, the many ecosystems across her surface failing her. They are going haywire, and attempting to eradicate any foreign presence that can be found...like white blood cells. Every fiber of Gaia's being strains to find the cause however, inviting chaos to reign over her precious children. If left unchecked, the forces of nature would steadily grow more unstable, and lash out increasingly more recklessly until the root of her condition was snuffed out...but what would be left? Could she pursue an alternative means instead? Could she conduct her own investigation, and perform something with a more...surgical precision?
With her mind made up, the love for her children far outweighing her desire to get well in the moment, she exhaled upon her closest companion. Luna helped her dearest companion in many ways, maintaining the ebb and flow of her seas and currents the least of which. She provided Gaia with services hitherto taken advantage of, but she saw no other way now. Luna swelled in Gaia's breath, as if taking a deep inhale of her own. As the last of Gaia's breath washed over her reflective surface, it coalesced into a singular point, the amassed charge of energy proving too much to carry. With a mighty cough, Luna's surface exploded with a tremendous force, sending a piece of debris hurtling toward Earth.
Gaia didn't hit her surface with a devastating crash or explosion. Her feet landed upon her soil with softness, an elegance reflecting her love for all who called her home. Towering over her countless subjects, she began her search. It didn't take her long to find forests torn asunder; seas poisoned; toxic fumes leaking from machines. In her attempts to investigate, she was soon faced with a force she knew to be responsible: humans. They surrounded her with armies and tanks. Jets flew past, and helicopters hovered nearby. They were not attacking, and when Gaia noticed their attempts at communication she shrank to their size.
"Hold your fire!" A man in uniform called out as the invader shrank to meet them at their level. Once she'd assumed their size, she approached as if nothing could harm her...fearlessly, confidently. "Who..." The man stammered. "What ARE you?" He asked the strangely beautiful entity.
"I would like to speak with the representative of your kind." She answered in a voice that could only be described as surreal.
The man felt as if simply hearing her speak made him shrink, and he had to look around and confirm whether or not that was the case. It was not. "I am Field Marshall Holstrum. What are you called?" He asked with trepidation, apprehensive about any further communication.
"You may call me Mother." She answered with finality.
He led Mother to a helicopter, and together they boarded the aircraft. Some time later he led her to a facility, down its halls, and into a fortified room where other decorated men sat around a conference table. "I am the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States of America," one of the men said as they stood to greet her, "and you are to be called Mother?"
"Are you who represents your kind on this planet?" She asked. Her voice had the same affect on the gathered men.
"I speak for my leader, yes." The Chairman answered once he'd regained his composure. "Our conversation will suffice for now, and determine your meeting." He said hesitantly.
Gaia stared at the man for a long moment, clearly not amused. "Very well." She finally answered. "Your kind is hurting this planet. You must cease any and all actions that cause it harm."
After a long list of offenses and demands, and little to no argument from the man, he led her to a large metal door. "Your leader is through here?"
"That's right." The Chairman answered, and proceeded to open the door.
It was dark inside, but Gaia was not afraid. She suspected foul play, but entered the chamber anyway. As she approached its center, she turned an inquisitive look upon the man. He shut the large metal door behind her. She knew then what must be done. It did not bring her joy, but these humans left her no choice. She tried conversing with them. She had come with good intentions, and communicated her needs. They were not unreasonable to her, nor were they negotiable. They were necessary, and their answer had become clear as she felt the chamber rise in temperature. An inferno engulfed her, and she felt her physical form breaking down until she was almost completely gone. She closed her eyes and looked deep within herself. There, she pulled on six cords that reverberated through the Earth both physically and spiritually. Then she was gone.
Red - The red cord vibrated deep within the earth's mantle, inviting the magma that flowed there through the crevices leading to the surface. It moved with hurried intent. Somewhere on the surface the ground erupted in a force unknown to recorded history. A behemoth hand of molten rock stretched from the ground, glowing a furious red, and then another. A red giant soon freed itself from the bowels of the Earth, lava and stone raining down upon the ground from its very form. Its scream echoed the sound of a hundred volcanic eruptions.
Orange - Wild fires all across the globe breathed its first breath of life, coalescing into fiery sprites that knew their enemy, and cared not for the destruction they left in their wake.
Yellow - The sun darkened in the sky as its light formed a being with ethereal wings. It glowed with the sunlight, turning night into day wherever it went. Some would call it an angel, but to look upon it would be to go blind. To bask in its glory would be to disintegrate. It wasn't a violent thing, but its mere presence caused chaos. Wherever it went electronics sputtered to a halt, fried instantaneously. It crossed the sky as effortlessly as the sun, and much, much faster.
Green - The Aurora borealis flickered to life, stretching its tendrils across the sky. It waved them lower toward the surface, scooping everything metallic up into the air and throwing them vast distances. Then began moving across the Earth like giant insects.
Blue - The oceans began swallowing ships in swirling vortices, and then stretched into the form of several giant beasts that carried tsunamis in its wake with every step onto land. They began shooting boats, ships, and microscopic plastic bullets from its body toward cities and towns.
Purple - Lightning began raining from the sky everywhere all over the world, forming arcing limbs that assembled into massive bodies that released a thousand bolts of lightning with every movement they made as they joined their brethren in Mother's purge.
The sun would rise the next day on a new Earth, cleansed of its disease. With a heavy heart, Gaia returned to her slumber, hoping for a hastened recovery. She dismissed her tears, and all was calm.
With her mind made up, the love for her children far outweighing her desire to get well in the moment, she exhaled upon her closest companion. Luna helped her dearest companion in many ways, maintaining the ebb and flow of her seas and currents the least of which. She provided Gaia with services hitherto taken advantage of, but she saw no other way now. Luna swelled in Gaia's breath, as if taking a deep inhale of her own. As the last of Gaia's breath washed over her reflective surface, it coalesced into a singular point, the amassed charge of energy proving too much to carry. With a mighty cough, Luna's surface exploded with a tremendous force, sending a piece of debris hurtling toward Earth.
Gaia didn't hit her surface with a devastating crash or explosion. Her feet landed upon her soil with softness, an elegance reflecting her love for all who called her home. Towering over her countless subjects, she began her search. It didn't take her long to find forests torn asunder; seas poisoned; toxic fumes leaking from machines. In her attempts to investigate, she was soon faced with a force she knew to be responsible: humans. They surrounded her with armies and tanks. Jets flew past, and helicopters hovered nearby. They were not attacking, and when Gaia noticed their attempts at communication she shrank to their size.
"Hold your fire!" A man in uniform called out as the invader shrank to meet them at their level. Once she'd assumed their size, she approached as if nothing could harm her...fearlessly, confidently. "Who..." The man stammered. "What ARE you?" He asked the strangely beautiful entity.
"I would like to speak with the representative of your kind." She answered in a voice that could only be described as surreal.
The man felt as if simply hearing her speak made him shrink, and he had to look around and confirm whether or not that was the case. It was not. "I am Field Marshall Holstrum. What are you called?" He asked with trepidation, apprehensive about any further communication.
"You may call me Mother." She answered with finality.
He led Mother to a helicopter, and together they boarded the aircraft. Some time later he led her to a facility, down its halls, and into a fortified room where other decorated men sat around a conference table. "I am the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States of America," one of the men said as they stood to greet her, "and you are to be called Mother?"
"Are you who represents your kind on this planet?" She asked. Her voice had the same affect on the gathered men.
"I speak for my leader, yes." The Chairman answered once he'd regained his composure. "Our conversation will suffice for now, and determine your meeting." He said hesitantly.
Gaia stared at the man for a long moment, clearly not amused. "Very well." She finally answered. "Your kind is hurting this planet. You must cease any and all actions that cause it harm."
After a long list of offenses and demands, and little to no argument from the man, he led her to a large metal door. "Your leader is through here?"
"That's right." The Chairman answered, and proceeded to open the door.
It was dark inside, but Gaia was not afraid. She suspected foul play, but entered the chamber anyway. As she approached its center, she turned an inquisitive look upon the man. He shut the large metal door behind her. She knew then what must be done. It did not bring her joy, but these humans left her no choice. She tried conversing with them. She had come with good intentions, and communicated her needs. They were not unreasonable to her, nor were they negotiable. They were necessary, and their answer had become clear as she felt the chamber rise in temperature. An inferno engulfed her, and she felt her physical form breaking down until she was almost completely gone. She closed her eyes and looked deep within herself. There, she pulled on six cords that reverberated through the Earth both physically and spiritually. Then she was gone.
Red - The red cord vibrated deep within the earth's mantle, inviting the magma that flowed there through the crevices leading to the surface. It moved with hurried intent. Somewhere on the surface the ground erupted in a force unknown to recorded history. A behemoth hand of molten rock stretched from the ground, glowing a furious red, and then another. A red giant soon freed itself from the bowels of the Earth, lava and stone raining down upon the ground from its very form. Its scream echoed the sound of a hundred volcanic eruptions.
Orange - Wild fires all across the globe breathed its first breath of life, coalescing into fiery sprites that knew their enemy, and cared not for the destruction they left in their wake.
Yellow - The sun darkened in the sky as its light formed a being with ethereal wings. It glowed with the sunlight, turning night into day wherever it went. Some would call it an angel, but to look upon it would be to go blind. To bask in its glory would be to disintegrate. It wasn't a violent thing, but its mere presence caused chaos. Wherever it went electronics sputtered to a halt, fried instantaneously. It crossed the sky as effortlessly as the sun, and much, much faster.
Green - The Aurora borealis flickered to life, stretching its tendrils across the sky. It waved them lower toward the surface, scooping everything metallic up into the air and throwing them vast distances. Then began moving across the Earth like giant insects.
Blue - The oceans began swallowing ships in swirling vortices, and then stretched into the form of several giant beasts that carried tsunamis in its wake with every step onto land. They began shooting boats, ships, and microscopic plastic bullets from its body toward cities and towns.
Purple - Lightning began raining from the sky everywhere all over the world, forming arcing limbs that assembled into massive bodies that released a thousand bolts of lightning with every movement they made as they joined their brethren in Mother's purge.
The sun would rise the next day on a new Earth, cleansed of its disease. With a heavy heart, Gaia returned to her slumber, hoping for a hastened recovery. She dismissed her tears, and all was calm.