Guardian Awaken

I take energy from the subtle vibrations that blink throughout the cosmos. There is nowhere that I am not powered. When I awoke, I didn’t know any of this. I didn’t know anything. I was not and then I opened my eyes
There were thousands of people… monks really who were all worshiping me. They slowly stood up when they saw that I had animated. Many cheered but most were silent.
I was sitting on a large flat rock, like marble. A mountain was behind me and a green valley lit by two suns was before me. A monk approached me and I noticed movement like I hadn’t before. Everything was new to me. The monk came to me and bowed low then told me I was a god.
I understood his words, the definition registered but the meaning was two dimensional. I could see them, I got the thrust of the intent but the full weight of their meanings didn’t register. I said nothing as a line of monks waited with small stone tablets. Each one presented me with a reading of their tablet. It was a history of my coming. A strange people in a great ship came to this place and placed me here. I was like a rock but stronger. No animal would build their nest upon me though many visited. Many believed that I was to awaken and save the people of the world from enslavement and others believed that I was the fulfillment of their highest belief, the justification for their own superiority. Some of the tablets said I had been sitting here for a thousand years, some for ten thousand years and others for only months. I had no clue and I didn’t care.
Some kissed my hands and feet, finally after everyone had passed, the original monk returned and asked me to walk with him into the cave. I noticed the opening in the mountain behind me and I stood up.
The tallest monk in the group was barely half my height. This was a moment of curiosity for me. I was larger than they were. They were much smaller than I am. It was a simple insight but at the time, it was big news, a hint to who and what I was.
Again, I’ve never stood up before but I knew how to do this. It was a natural thing, as if I had done it countless times. I followed the monk into the cave and he gestured to the walls and ceiling. Drawings of the native’s history spanned the cave. The monk told me that there were three kinds of people. There were the Masters, the monks and the Fuel.
I nodded but didn’t understand.
“The Masters believed that they had become the highest their species could evolve to and their religion, which none of the monks knew about, was superior to all others. None understood them, but their way was acceptable to them. They would not share their way with the monks but they both worshiped me. They considered me a being greater than they, a god. I was what they would become, but how and why they would become this was a mystery to all.
Because the monks attended The Shrine… my shrine, the Masters left them to their own ways.
I noticed that the tunnel was getting brighter and the monk stopped. He gestured for me to continue walking but he would not go any further.