I knew eventually that humans would mature as a race, but magic would never be widely accepted. That was perfectly fine with me; it just meant we could never settle permanently on the planet. Ronez had lived happily on Earth with his magic, but he wasn’t nearly as powerful as his son, he didn’t have me, and he wasn’t a doctor. Dylan often told me he never regretted leaving Earth, but I knew he missed it. Earth and Duran were thought to be similar by the gods, that Earth would eventually become just like Duran, but I knew my people better than that. Humans were nothing like Sago when it came to their ambitions. If any of my brothers were asked which race would outlast the rest, each would admit without hesitation that it would be the humans. I was very proud of my world and my people. Of course, there were some despicable, horrible humans; every world had a problem with bad apples. As a god, I loved shaping my world and the people on it, but since I took a mortal form and made my home on Duran, I slowly distanced myself from my world.
