Prelude

By Nely Cab

Deus, the creator of the universe, is almighty and powerful—until he uses his abilities to mold a companion. His newest creation, Starr, proves to be as wild as the animals that inhabit Terra. There's no controlling her. To make matters worse, she hates Deus. So what's the one boy in the universe to do when the one girl in the universe loathes him? The only illogical thing to do. He falls in love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CTP Publishing
• Release date: May 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634221153

Nely Cab

Nely Cab is a Writer of stuff, a Master Coffee Drinker, a Food Maker & Eater, an Imaginary World Conqueror, and an Air Breather. She talks to herself--a lot--in her South Texas home while she plots stories about fantasy worlds and sips coffee from a pitcher. She's known for cooking far too much food and has a tendency to overdo...well, everything. It is rumored that she is fabulous. Nely Cab is the best-selling author of the Creatura series.

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Prelude

Prelude

Nely Cab

Clean Teen Publishing

Contents

Title Page

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Content Disclosure

1. Day 1

2. Day 2

3. Day 51

4. Day 53

5. Beverly Hills, California—April 1983

6. Brownsville, Texas—Date Unknown

7. England—The Dark Ages (Circa 1200 A.D.)

8. Day 85

Starr

9. Day 86

10. New York City—June 2027

11. Day 99

12. Hollywood, California—May 25, 1977

13. Day 183

14. Day 184

Starr

Deus

15. Day 188

16. Day 189

17. Day 192

18. Day 212

19. Day 231

20. Day 335

21. Day 335

22. Day 340

23. Day 348

24. Day 356

Deus

25. Day 358

26. Day 359

27. Day 365

28. Day 510

29. Day 600

Starr

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Acknowledgments

About the Author

Creatura Sneak Peak

David Chios

A Creatura Novella

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(Creatura .05)

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Nely Cab

THIS book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the authors' imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Editing by: Cynthia Shepp

Also by Nely Cab

Book 1: Creatura

Book 2: Fruit of Misfortune

Book 3: Marker of Hope

Book 0.5: Prelude

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For my son, Max, who reminds me that innocence is precious.

Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these?

~Isaiah 40:26

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Day 1

First , I am darkness. Then, I am light. Now, I am the first.

I stand at the top of the highest mountain and strain to see what seems like the edge of the world I have only now created. There is no actual need to strain my vision as I can see everything everywhere, but I like to pretend I’m the same as the humans I’ve created in future Earth—Terra is what I originally name it.

In the distance, something catches my eye. It’s a fawn. I reach out to her and instantly, I am there. Her fur is tinged with bright red. The larger animals I created have grown hungry and are preying on my more-docile creatures. It frustrates me to a degree that I already want them extinct, but then the whole food chain would suffer, and I would regret it. I leave it be.

I watch as the young deer’s eyes sparkle, unblinking. Her breathing has ceased, and I understand what’s happened. I feel a light breeze around me—her essence. I know it’s an end to her suffering. I should be happy, but instead, I’m angry that this fawn’s life doesn’t exist on my new Terra any longer. In my mind, I observe the circle of life and know that this is the way it must, and will always, be. I’m sure I’ll never grow used to death.

I am back on the mountain; I sit and continue my labor.

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Day 2

Morning has come for the first time, and it overwhelms me. The sky is filled with so many shades of ginger and garnet that all I can do is stare, paralyzed by its beauty. The sun is like liquid gold, rising to take its throne in the cerulean heavens. I know I created it, but I, myself, can hardly believe I did. I feel the need to share the beauty of the universe with someone, but there’s no one here. However, that can be changed… I can change it.

Using two fingers, I draw two shapes on each of my arms—triangles. I command them to be released, and they are. This is my flesh, and I will mold it.

I could easily say, Be, and she would appear, but I want to take the time to sculpt her. I want to see every tiny particle, every layer of muscle slowly become her. I don’t want to overlook a single detail.

In the clouds, I begin to shape her. I name her Starr.

My fingers work with precision to complete her. I’m still in awe over the level of craftsmanship my small hands possess. I pause and take a step back to admire my work. She’s like a little wax statue, and something is missing.

I skip back to the split second when I formed my own body. It’s strange to see myself from this outer perspective. As I observe the image of how I looked yesterday, I notice that I’m a hand’s width taller, and my wings have grown. I also look very young. I smirk at the thought of what the people in the future would think if they ever discovered the creation of the universe was a child’s doing.

My focus goes back to Starr, and I replay the split second and see my body being created over and over again in slow motion. I observe the me-from-yesterday’s chest rise and