Magnifon, Keeper of Radiance looked at the Fruitful Land. “I shall bathe the world with my light. He took a step over the Creek and was gone.
Onxy Shroud laughed at Magnifon’s departure. “Fool. The world will know only shadow.” His cloak lifted over the Creek and vanished.
A small boy walked to the edge of the Fruitful Land, balancing one one foot. After a few seconds, he hopped to the opposite foot, tripping over a rock. Without light or shadow, he couldn’t see where to step. The small boy kicked the rock away, listening as the stone plopped into the Creek.
No boy would ever know it. No Fruitful Land would ever benefit. The Creek was a river, and a river stole the gods.