It Is The New Age

There are a handful of humans here in the new age.

Two adults. Two infants that were born out of nothing into the arms of adults. One of the adults is an Earthling that is not Human. A lost sentient earthing line of amphibians.

There are human souls here that were reborn into different bodies. One small girl dragon. One infant class girl, Guardian Angel.

It turns out that one of the infant humans played a part in all of this.

They lived a solitary being (only one in the multi-verse at any time). Firefly the bringer of gifts.

Firefly planned the event of adding more to the next age. Being that ought to know this age and used copies of me to make it happen.

Telepaths say of his internal thoughts.

"If ever you were going to be a human, you would want it happen in this age."

Others here seem to know things.

"Death and sickness do not appear in this age."

"It is a time of rest and recovery."

"The age that follows will be hard. Hate will be able to take physical form, and not just possess others."

"So rest. Salve all hurt. Train for battle."

I am reminded of that last line every morning.

A large black dragon and leader-follower string of Sprites fly up. The Sprites spiraling around the Dragon. A crack sounds the opening of a rift gate, and they all fly into it. Heading off for combat training.

The Earthing girl that is not human is a super powerful, telepath and telekinetic. She often sneaks away with the guardian angel for secret training.

She predicts that by the time I wrap my head around all of this, it will be time for that next age.

I help with the two human infants. They can hardly move, but it is clear (even without telepaths) these two are geniuses. Old souls. It keeps me humble.

There are no available single human girls here. But I get kissed a lot.

Lan girls tell me I am adorable and kiss me. Sometimes inviting me to watch bonding dances.

Wroug girls tell me they are grateful. Staring intently and walking slowing towards (like they were capturing prey). Cornering me and then kissing me. Each Wroug girl only ever does it once. I hear it means they not chose me.

Other aliens stop by and tell me about how Firefly blessed their people. Saying it is important to keep the stories, because Firefly does not exist in this age. Not needed.

Maybe I should see it that way too. Firefly made my life better. Humans on Planet Earth were most likely going to die in foolish self-destruction.

Firefly plucked me out of that madness.

It has been pretty good since then.