Chapter 9
And so it was that Abel matured alongside his brother Cain. And as the family grew, so too grew the watch of the angels on the every movement of the creation of the image of Divinity that they might understand better how to help those they set themselves in body to assist. By now there were three sets of watches: one to monitor Adam and Eve, one to monitor Cain and Abel, and one that could keep watch as the pairings split up and wandered independent of each other.
One afternoon, between watches of the first and second generations of the Lord’s creation, Gendlebleth and Harenethian began walking back to the overlook after being relieved of their watch by Tartantuan and Kleshala. Coming to the overlook, Gendlebleth noticed Antagnous weeping at the top of the hill while watching the home of Adam and Eve down below. Reflecting for a moment on his own meditations of sadness to be apart from himself, and for discovering causing a living entity pain before violently destroying its life. He had decided to name these emotions once he had killed the rabbit, for in that moment he had seen for the first time death, and experiencing it directly, knew what it was; the emotion, therefore, he decided aught to be named by what created it “saw death.” Recognizing almost the exact same emotion in Antagnous gazing seemingly absently toward the dwelling of Divinity’s great creation below, he felt an impulse to do anything that Antagnous’ pain may even for a moment be distracted from. With this in his mind and heart, he turned back from where he had come and set himself in the direction of the uncultivated field below.
Once reaching the field, Gendlebleth began to gather crocuses and lilies growing wild. He found flowers were beautiful with all the color in their different forms, and they did not scream with pain when they were separated from their source of life. Flowers were always pleasant in every circumstance, and they made him happy when he spent time with them, sitting amongst them, and smelling their scent of reproduction that attracted the creatures that facilitated their continued existence. Reflecting on what brought brief and subtle solace to his own inextricable torment, he thought perhaps the gesture of offering flowers to Antagnous might even for a moment distract her from her own necessary torment.
At the other side of the field Tanalan and Tritictus did not at first see Gendlebleth picking flowers in the high, thick foliage of the large, open field. All they saw was The Created dissolving into same said high, thick flora. And Cain was already far too close to be offered any kind of distraction by the time he was practically upon Gendlebleth; they merely looked at each other, shaking their heads from side to side, and thinking the exact same quandary on future’s affect as they watched the child grow to the inevitability of stumbling upon their friend.
At first, at seeing his back, Cain supposed he must have met his father in this field, for he could fathom no other explanation. As Gendlebleth’s face turned to meet the rustling behind him, both were startled for their respective perceptions of what they hadn’t anticipated finding when they had entered amongst the grass and flowers; each other.
Gendlebleth was at a loss for words, so spoke first the boy excited in his confusion, “Who are you?”
Gendlebleth paused for a moment to think as quickly as he could before responding with the first thought that came to mind that sounded at all reasonable, “I am a man.”
Cain stared inquisitively. “There’s only one man, my father. He was created the only man. You look like a man, but my father is the only man. You must be lying. I must tell my father what I have seen.”
“No wait!” Gendlebleth’s mind reeled at the possible ramifications of the family knowing of the existence of his kind. “I will tell you the truth. I am a messenger from your Creator.”
“What do you mean?” spoke Cain.
“Our Common All-Creator created our kind outside of the physical existence as you know it that we may be for It alone. When Man and Living, your parents, were created, some of us chose to serve the Divinity in you rather than the Direct Divinity thinking that life would go harder for you without our help.”
“What did any of that mean?” asked Cain. “What have you done for us so far?”
“Well,” continued Gendlebleth, “for starters we made your parents their first garments of clothing . . . But it might be more helpful just now if I didn’t tell you too much about us. And until you’ve had more experience existing in Our Creator’s Infinitence, knowing the service to That Which Created you in Her Image I think won’t be an easy notion for you to grasp.
“I’ll make with you a covenant: if you don’t tell your parents or your brother that you met me, and if you don’t share with them more about Our Creator than they already know, I’ll meet with you here once every seven days to tell you something of What Created Us, and how my kind came to exist in aspect as humanity that we might serve you as best we can.”
“You want me to lie to my parents?” As Cain uttered these words Tanalan smacked her palm against her forehead as she anticipated Gendlebleth’s next utterances.
“If you find no intrinsic harm in not telling them about me and my kind, I ask you to keep my existence to yourself. And if you feel an intrinsic good will be done by informing them of what they do not know, you must follow that impulse instead. I ask merely that you consider more good may be done just now of not informing them of what they do not now know.”
“You speak complicated, but I don’t feel bad right now about what you’re asking me, which I think is what you mean. You promise to tell me more about you though?”
“My word is my oath.” spoke Gendlebleth.
“Okay then. How many of you are there anyway?”
“I’ll answer this one question now, but then I must be on my way . . .” And Gendlebleth attempted to answer the boy’s question before leaving him puzzled in the field.
. . .
He walked past Tanalan and Tritictus, crocuses and lilies in hand, without uttering a word as they stared at their friend walking past. They stood their post watching after their charge as their minds stood dumbfounded by what had come to pass.
Coming to the top of the overlook, Gendlebleth extended his hand holding the flowers out to Antagnous as the rest of the tribe closed in around him that they might all share a long discussion of what had and might come to pass that night.
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