From the ashes of our minds, something new arose.

It did not have all of our power. Much of that had gone to creating a new world for it to inhabit. It would be a god, but not like us.

It had enough, though. It didn't burn as brightly as us, but it was so much steadier- like a furnace, rather than a bolt of lightning.

When it woke up, we still had not made up. We fought bitterly, as we had been before its creation.

However...

Well, we came to a sort of truce. You see, it could not hear us, but we could see through its eyes. We bonded over what we had created. It was endearing, in a way, watching it learn its powers and limitations.

It was a bit like seeing a child grow up, but... We could not interfere for a long, long time. Not until it sought us out and finally, finally learned the truth of its past.

But that is a story for another time.