I Got A Story To Tell Volume 8, Part Five; The Thief On Becoming The Heroine[5.5/9]: Weeïs Ì. Thobias Aldooresa.

Were we five or six?

I can't remember anymore..

Not like that's something that matters.

We were born By Chance.

And our existence made this universe one of the worst place to live.

Proof are that lives were lost and we were told to watch instead of act.

Proof are that lives were born for useless reasons and we couldn't do anything To Eliminate Those Petty Existence.

So to say, I believe that our existence brought cruelty to this reality.

Standards?

Living beings?

Unanimate forms?

Sources of energy?

Feelings?

Heart?

How strange that such power were given to powerless and miserable beings?

Was it my fault?

Was it yours?

Was it God's?

No.

What am I saying?

I am God.

And I did the Right Thing.

I met beings that were interesting in the near past.

Was it 'Odin'.. and 'Beyonder'... ?

Smearing people who fought their way to my feet level?

They wished knowledge.

They wished for wealth...

BUT.

It.was.no.fun.

Why don't they stop playing by weaklongs game?

Why are they just seeking useless thoughts?

To think that lowly beings with ego that consider themselves 'gods' to weaker beings when they stand on the same ground..

I wonder when will someone show me something different?

Cenders.. Or was it 'Cinders'?

A cat dead on the side of a road?

A flower turned all black because of the lack of the sun?

I don't care if that person wants to save someone else?

As long as 'she' doesn't play by weakling games?

I would be most happy...