[ WP ] A minor deity sits alone on its patch of land , forgotten by humanity . It can only be perceived by those who believe in it . Occasionally , humans pass by and leave the deity ever ignored . One day , someone greets the deity .

Our world had changed many times in the course of a few hundred years. Humanity rising and falling in a never ending pattern. No one really ever questioned it, especially since the average life span had declined to 55. Not many lived through different centuries to know or care the direction humanity headed to. In the current year of 2368 man was in a rise. Many people had died in the last war, many cities burned in the destruction of the bombs. Civilization had looked to the few remaining grasslands to build a new. 
 
 My story started 20 years ago. I had been born the year after the war ended. My father was killed by men who believed him a thief. My mother, she had passed of the sickness. I live alone in this world, nothing but a small hut to my name. Before long I'll be hitting half of my expected life, so I suppose my reasons for living are few. 
 
 Legends tell of great deities that came to Earth and saved humanity. Every time they came to near destruction and needed to be saved, a smaller and smaller deity would come. The great one in the sky was losing hope in us, caring less and less. The war before the last, in 2294 they said no deity came. Many had lost hope and faith all together. For others, this was the only reason to prolong the inevitable war. As you can see, it did not stop the war. Man kind fueled by war and hatred could not resist the urge to kill. 
 
 Personally, I was n't sure what to believe. I had no family, barely a home, no reason to live. I was n't sure if my belief in something better or if pure instinct was keeping me alive. I needed something tangible, something to prove to me hope was still alive. This was n't a prayer, or a desperate call out to some god. Just my curious mind occupying my otherwise empty days. 
 
 Survival is n't the hard part. Every day I go to the river and get a bucket of fresh water, once in the morning and once at night. I have a small patch of dirt where my few frail vegetables grow. There are to snare traps on either side of the dirt patch. If any wondering creatures try to steal from me, they become my dinner. My bed is a wonderful, but worn out, thermal sleeping bag. It's amongst the few things my parents had. 
 
 As I sit on the hill by my hut, I observe people. Many of us do this. Curious yet too scared to actually interact with one another. There are 4 people I have gotten used to seeing. An elderly woman who lives across an elderly man. I can tell they secretly love each other, even without talking. A taller man with a strong physic lives across the river. The last one, is a young frail man, perhaps my age. Wonderers greeted us as they passed, but never did anyone wave to him. He looked sad all the time, sitting on his hill like I did. 
 
 Weeks would pass as new settlers found spots to set up near us, too tired to continue searching for a better place. The people started talking, becoming a community. Many whispered and talked of the frail man who sat on the hill. Yet of course, they must have talked about me too. I have no need or desire to speak to people. My loneliness surely outcasts me as it does for the other man. 
 
 A noise woke me early one morning. A beautiful snow white rabbit, trapped in my snare. I could n't explain why, but I grabbed the rabbit and took it to the frail man's hut. He had not come out yet. The sun slowly rose as the tender meat on the rabbit finished cooking. With great timing he stepped out and sat quietly next to me. We watched each other in a strange happiness. It had been so long to share the company of another person, to see the gleam of another's eyes. Slowly we enjoyed the small rabbit. As I got up, the man grabbed my wrist and motioned me back down. 
 
 `` I have waited for so long till one of man kind would come greet me. I see humanity has lost most it's faith. Even the few that could see me, never acknowledged me. Adam, I ask you. Is humanity worth saving?'' A voice most soft and angelic. 
 
 `` I do n't understand. How do you know my name?'' My voice soft, but in a quivering sort of way. 
 
 With the blink of an eye, the man lost all frailty. His skin glowed with a warmth that could only be described as love. His eyes became as blue as the skies. Brown soft fluffed hair fell perfectly from his head. 
 
 `` Adam, I am the last deity sent down to Earth. My name is Deimos. You might not understand this, but my decision is difficult. Should humanity saved be one last time, or should I wreck fear and havoc onto this world?'' He looked onto me for the answer. 
 
 As I sat next to this man, I looked up to the sky. My own world was not much, I cared for none, hoped for nothing. The laughter and happy faces of people surrounded me as I looked down to them from the hill. I could not put my own selfishness before these people, that would only prove that humanity deserved to be erased. Yet, I knew we were always destined for hatred and failure. 
 
 `` Deimos, I know we might night seem like the creatures that deserve to be saved --'' abruptly I was interrupted. 
 
 `` You surely are n't. Do you know how long I waited here? Alone, in silence waiting for the first person with the slightest hint of hope to even approach me? 74 years Adam. I heard all the desperate cries for humanity to be saved. But not out of love or faith, out of fear. I sat here, I watched as people killed each other, as blood was shed. So no, I do n't think you are worth saving.'' He sounded sure of his answer. 
 
 `` I promise you we are! We might have been in another war, but we got back up from it. We can learn, we can change. I beg you Deimos, please save us.'' I begged. 
 
 I knelt before him, praying to the gods in the sky as hard as I could. He stood before me and placed his hand on my head. 
 
 `` I will grant your wish Adam. I will save humanity. But not these men. You will start a new life in a new world. Rid of all hatred and war. I will grant you a partner, Eveline. She has prayed to the deity to be saved, but could never find me. Together you two can save humanity.'' His voice died off as light engulfed me. 
 
 `` Wait, Deimos! What of everyone else? What happens to them?'' I shouted to him. 
 
 The last thing I saw was his crooked smile and the faint word `` damnation''. The light encased my body and the whole world as we were cleansed of our evil. I lay in the sand as the hot sun burned on my skin, blinding me as I stood for the first time. 
 
 `` Adam?'' Her soft voice spoke out to me.
