Without the presence of the divinities, life became hard for the mortals. They were subjected to different emotions. They faced challenges that they could not solve.
There was no more warmth in the morning. The seasons would start with fear and anxiety. Each harvest became worse than before. Mortals hunted at their own risk, and many would not return by the end of the day. The calamities came more often, ruining the homes and farms of many.
The mortals prayed for safety. They prayed for the return of their loved ones. They prayed for the harvest. However, none of their prayers were answered. Thinking that they had offended the gods, they prayed for mercy. Little did they know that mercy would soon come as a sacrifice.
The beaches of the Philippines were soon filled with mysterious red gem-like objects. No mortal could decipher where the things came from and what it was made of. Nobody knew that it was the sacrifice of a divinity. Fearing the worse, no one dared to touch it.
Soon, the pieces made their way to different places. Some were washed away by the waves of the beach. They were soon led into riverbeds amidst the forest. It fed on the water and nutrition of the soil. The others were whisked away by the wind, where they would experience the warmth of the sun and the coldness of the night. Some were buried in the sand, where they would be sheltered from the harsh rains and drought.
Like plants, the pieces soon grew and molded into creatures of flesh. They gained the appearance of mortals. However, wherever they went, they carried an aura of power. Although they appear to look like mortals, they stood out somehow and did not act like them.
As soon as they gained life, they knew of their powers. They can perform what mortals can only call “miracles”. They were much closer to the deities than the people around them. The mortals soon came to realize that these beings were not like them.
We aren’t mortals but gods. We are meta deities.