16. Thanks

"We also have to make sure we praise the Lord, for the Almighty has done so much for us; He's always been there when we've needed him and has also been present to celebrate in our joys as well," The older woman murmured; the head of the family, commandeering the children into praying for them.

Though there was a young boy; different in appearance, and who refused to conform with the laws and rules made by the matriarch. He sat there, glumly contemplating exactly what this God had done for him. Nothing. Zilch. Nil. Nada. Nothing.

"Nathanial," the woman ordered sharply. "Say the prayers with us."

Instead he rolled his eyes, getting up and making a beeline for the exit. The older woman, his mother in reality sighed to herself in disappointment. Her younger son didn't realise the importance in having religion taking place in their life. She knew that he thought that the Almighty never bothered to help their family; as impoverished and miserable they were. Though, that wasn't true. He had been there for them, He had shown her the way to happiness; and for her children, to live comfortably although rather modestly.

She couldn't force her religion upon her children, as badly as she felt the need. She looked down upon women who did the same to their offspring, wouldn't she be as bad as them if she even tried? And so she abstained, staring longingly at her child who always looked so sad.

Cutting the sermon off swiftly, she stood upright, striding after her pride and heart. Her other kids had fulfilled her expectations; two of them refusing to believe in the higher authority but managing to let their emotions lead them throughout their lives.

In the stables, Nathan was swinging his legs, almost dismally, upset to realise that he had not an ounce of trust in the deity that his mother seemed to believe in so wholeheartedly. At least, she wasn't like the other parents; casting him off as soon as he declared his status of faith. She didn't attempt to scare him into the religion. No, she understood and she took it calmly, understanding his doubt; understanding his hesitance in truth.

As he observed, he saw the leaves flutter about in the wind; their flimsy frames twisting and sometimes breaking under the harsh force; he took note of the small pond that was filled with ducks that turned to snap at each other continuously. He looked at the beauty of nature; and realised.  How could all this be a mistake? There had to be someone who created all this; something that perhaps humankind worshipped. Or maybe not. Perhaps this was all the cause of another species; a far more intellectually superior race that shaped them out of their own hands; unwilling or not. And maybe one day, humans would be able to do the same; and make entirely another race of creatures; ones that the humans would leave alone; without killing or exploiting their skills.

Humans were good for that, Nathan observed. They'd destroyed this environment that they currently resided in and so moved onto another planet. Last he heard, that planet was in ruins and the galactic officials were to be warned. What would then ensue, however, would be the humans attempting to reconcile with the rest of the universe; backstabbing them as soon as their backs were turned. They'd try to take over the universe; as insignificant and idiotic they were; and kill all their inhabitants. Then they'd wonder what happened to make these 'wonderful' species kill themselves; and the entire Earth would speculate without any knowledge. Of course, the universe wasn't blind to the selfish way of the humans and thus this hadn't happened yet.

And hopefully it never would, Nathanial hoped. Humans didn't deserve the power that was thrust upon them by another species in space; would they even ever meet their creators?

If someone had created them. If something had given them the chance to evolute. But then; how did the first beings comes to life?

A large evolution, probab - 

"Nathaniel?" His mum's anxious voice jerked him out of his philosophical stupor.

"Yeah?" He replied carelessly.

She opened her arms out; a sign that he'd wanted ever since she'd separated from their father. "Come here, my child."

Hello. Don't read this story. I liked it but I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. I just felt like writing it.
What's wrong with me? My drabbles are tiny and yours are lengths of essays. I just feel so bad, gah.
Allons-y.

Wish I could write like you.