[ WP ] You are one of the first humans to walk this Earth . The first ever death occurs .

The very earth we walked on seemed to breath life itself. The greenery, the animals, it was if our very presence reassured them that their life was of meaning. Each corner my brother, Harold, Gabriel, and I walked, they seemed to respond with a whirl of the leaf, or a cheerful chirp of the birds. 
 
 I felt at place. I felt at peace. 
 
 As we continued to walk upon the shrubbery, I saw other figures moving underneath the cliff we stood upon. They wore odd furs, as if they shaved the very beings that welcomed us here. As I tried to peer closer, my foot slipped, and the sudden movement caused the birds to fly in disapproval. 
 
 `` Who goes there?'' A bellowing voice cried out. Suddenly, a felt a tingle in the back of my throat. I felt uneasy. These beings were not like anything I've seen. Their figure resembled humans, but their voices were so guttural, it created a visage that they were, perhaps, something more than that. Upon further noting, they had these claws that extended farther than a normal human's nails could ever reach. 
 
 Gabriel grabbed onto my hand. `` We need to go now.'' Sensing his matched uneasiness, we carefully trampled over the shrubbery, which were so welcoming, now seemed to snicker at our escape. 
 
 `` What were those things?'' My brother exclaimed. He was rather shy to this new world. In fact, he often questioned things. He even questioned where we came from, and that I put my faith in a higher power. 
 
 `` I do n't know, Harold. Just keep mo-'' Suddenly, I bumped into one of the beings that bellowed their voices at us. 
 
 He smiled a slow smile, revealing his jagged teeth one by one. `` It seems we have game.'' Slowly, he twisted his head to the side, examining us one by one. `` Humans.'' 
 
 `` We mean no harm. We will leave, as you please.'' I stuttered. These beings, They resembled us, but they did n't. It seemed as if the higher power failed and failed, until finally they perfected Humans. 
 
 As if reading my mind, the being puffed out his chest, and uttered, `` Rejects.'' 
 
 Suddenly, I see the scarlet red of my brother's blood rippling through his scalp. The blood spattered on everything around us, including the plants that used to welcome us with their whimsical dances. Even at that moment, they danced, as if they now haunted me with the blood from my brother's body. 
 
 He dropped to the ground, head dislocated from the rest. 
 
 `` Harold, are you alright?'' I sputtered. Something was not right. No body should ever look like that. We should be whole, rightly beings. Not in two such as he. I dropped to the ground, trying to reclaim what was left of his head, and attach it to the rest, but to no avail. 
 
 I knew something was wrong, the way his eyes glazed over, the way his body held no memory of movement or us. 
 
 Why was this? Why did he no longer resemble human? Why would he not respond? 
 I searched desperately for the answer, and when I looked upon the being's eyes, it looked as if it took satisfaction in uttering this word to me. 
 
 `` Death.'' 
 

