47 <Myth> To Protect

It was the golden color that shook Minas' core and brought his attention back. He stood up quickly and glanced at one of his creations.

"Who did this to you?" His voice had not been used for some time- it sounded gravely, as if someone had blended rocks together with shards of glass.

The God could only glance at Minas silently, his dark eyes filled with heavy blame.

Minas took one look and felt it, and his heart shook.

With one bellow, he quickly created a healing nymph before he traveled to the destructive war.

It was the spring solstice.

He could do whatever he wanted.

And so... he created laws to help protect those he created from another power of his: destruction.