It’s not easy creating life, but that’s what Deus was meant to do. And as amazing as his new creations may be, Deus finds that there’s nothing wonderful about being the only person in existence. Using his power, he molds a companion to keep him company; only, something goes awry and Starr soon proves to be as wild as the animals he’s crafted.
What do you do when the only other person in the universe hates you? You fall in love, of course…because that’s how forever begins.
Nely Cab was born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. She has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. Putting her Computer Accounting skills to use, Cab worked in banking for several years. In 2001, the author relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of Social Work.
Today, Nely Cab writes from the comfort of her home, where she lives with her husband and son. Her life goal is to check-off Bucket List Item No. 95,623,351: To Conquer the World. While she aspires world domination, Nely continues to work on her debut series Creatura.
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Seven weeks have passed. I’ve let time continue, but I haven’t moved an inch. I’ve been standing in the same green field staring at a motionless, crouching Starr. She’s a tiny and fierce wax statue again. I consult the voice of reason—my soul.
The voice of reason is the force that guides me. It’s within me, like a second person but without a body. It offers its wisdom, which is how I’ve been able to construct the Universe. But this voice, it also annoys me, and it won’t let me modify some things, including Starr.
No. This is her essence, and it cannot be changed, my inner self says in my head every time I so much as think to attempt it.
As I watch her, I know that I’m not afraid of Starr like the men of future Earth are afraid of their women. No. Not at all. What I am is truly and without a doubt horrified of her. I don’t know what to do.
In my hand, I materialize a baseball bat.
I’m hungry and cold and the sun hasn’t risen for nine days. The rain stopped falling, but now it’s been replaced by snow. I’ve been crying for three days, and I can’t stop myself. My body is begging me to feed it, but I only have a few pieces of fruit left.
I wipe my tears and breath raggedly as I take a spear and walk out of the cave. Flakes fall on my face and hair, melting into dreadfully cold moisture. For a moment, I want to return to the cave, but my stomach begins to ache from hunger, so I will myself to keep going. I need to find some meat and more wood, else I’ll starve and freeze. Immortality makes no sense when life’s all about an eternity of suffering.
I can’t see anything in the darkness, and I trip a few times. Suddenly, I hear movement by the river. I raise my spear, but I don’t know in which direction to cast it. I hear a sound behind me, followed by a short growl, and quickly, I twist my neck. Two yellow eyes are peering at me, and I take a step back. The largest feline creature I have ever seen—bigger than a lion—is sitting on its hind legs with a dead animal in its mouth. I raise my spear, and the feline lowers its head, dropping the carcass on the snow. It pushes the dead animal toward me with its nose and produces a sound like a whimper. Judging by its posture, I see that the creature has no intention of attacking. It continues to push the dead animal toward me, and I wonder what it wants. Cautiously, I take a step forward and see the corpse. It’s the same species as this feline, only much smaller.