"Great Leader… why did you not kill your son?" Silver asked carefully, his head lowered. Silver was the Right Hand of the Chosen Apple — the one who enforced the tribe's will.
Silo, the tribe leader, slowly turned his gaze toward him.
"Are you questioning my actions, Silver?"
Silver immediately shook his head.
"No, Great Leader. I only wish to understand."
Silo looked toward the dark forest beyond the campfires.
"The forest will kill him. That is enough."
Silver said nothing more.
Meanwhile, far from the tribe, the boy walked happily through the wild. To him, the world was new — rivers sparkled like moving sky, trees whispered, animals called to one another. Everything amazed him.
He stopped beside a river and leaned over the water.
Someone was looking back at him.
He blinked. The other boy blinked too.
"Who… is that?" he whispered.
Then he smiled.
The reflection smiled too.
He reached his hand into the water — and the face shattered into ripples.
For the first time in history…
A human wondered about himself
Greed knelt beside the river again and scooped water into his hands.
He paused for a moment, thinking.
My mother always fed me something like this… and it always made me feel full…
He brought the water to his lips and drank.
Cold. Fresh. Alive.
He let out a small laugh.
"Wow… I feel one hundred percent!" he said proudly, without knowing what "one hundred" even meant.
He stood up and continued walking. Above him, the world slowly changed. The great glowing ball in the sky faded, and shadows stretched across the land.
He looked upward curiously.
The big yellow ball is gone… now the sky is dark. A new time. Dark time…
He paused, then smiled to himself.
No… I'll find a better name later.
As he walked, the smell of something strange reached him. He followed it until he found the body of a fallen animal lying in the grass. Red stains marked the ground around it — whatever killed it had already eaten part of it.
Greed stared for a moment.
Then he said simply:
"Food."
He knelt and ate what was left. It was rich. Warm. Full of strength.
He smiled.
"This tastes… amazing," he whispered.
But then his eyes studied the marks on the ground. Something large had hunted here. Something powerful.
He paused again.
If this is food… and something else eats it… then that means… I am food, too, he realized.
And suddenly — he ran.
Not in fear.
But in excitement.
For the first time, he understood the world was not simple. There were hunters. There was danger. There was life.
And he was part of it.
When he was finally far enough away, he remembered something gentle — a memory of his mother's voice, soft and distant.
Rest when the dark comes.
So Greed lay beneath a tree, looking up at the stars without knowing what they were. His thoughts slowly faded, and sleep — the first peaceful sleep of humankind — wrapped around him
The rooster's cry shattered the silence of dawn.
The tribe awoke.
Silver ran straight to the great hut at the center of the camp — the hut of the Leader. He did not wait to be welcomed inside.
"Great Leader!" he called.
Silo slowly turned his head. His eyes were calm — too calm.
"What is it?" he asked.
Silver swallowed hard.
"I… I had a vision."
Silo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What vision?"
Silver's hands trembled.
"I saw a boy. He burned this village. He killed our men. He took our children away. And to the women and little ones… he promised a better world."
Silo stared at him.
Silver continued, voice shaking.
"And that boy… was your son."
The words hung in the air like a curse.
Silo's expression didn't change.
"What nonsense is this?" he said quietly. "Dreams are smoke. They fade."
But Silver had seen the vision clearly.
And Silo… did not like the way fear had entered the man's eyes.
Far away, unaware of destiny or prophecy…
Greed opened his eyes beneath the morning sky.
He stretched, smiled, and sat up.
"I want meat," he said happily.
Another day had begun