Na Li and Da Li were thought to be ancient lovers . . . who had been brought back together in life due to their excellent karma. The kingdom was thrilled with their emperors. Civilization buzzed along with peace and positive progress. Even the raptors meekly enlisted to protect the royal house and the far edges of the empire. When Na Li and Da Li conceived a child, nine months of happiness and celebrations reigned throughout the empire.
The Christening was the greatest, richest ritual the world had ever seen. At the end Na Li reached for the baby to carry her back to the royal quarters. Da Li stayed her hand, motioning that it was their time together and to leave the baby with the servants. Na Li again reached for the baby but her husband said ‘no let the baby rest.’ Reluctantly Na Li hesitated and her fingertips brushed the soft down on the child’s sleeping head. Again Da Li held back her arm and Na Li relented.
In a few hours bloodied servants rushed into the throne room panting. They could not speak in any language they were only full of moans and sorrowful groaning. Their fine clothes were ripped. Their hair, face and arms were covered with blood. They did not have the baby with them. With tragic pantomime the emperors came to understand that the Royal Raptor had swooped down on the sleeping baby and eaten her.
Na Li and Da Li shrank from each other. Had it been their reluctance to share their private world of two that had killed their child? Their clothes seemed to grow larger but in truth the emperors were growing smaller. They stopped looking at each other. They stopped eating. They did not talk to their people or travel the empire. Finally they shrank until all that was left were two piles of richly embroidered clothes.
By then the palace was empty, all the people had fled. The people had tried to imprison the raptor inside. The raptor roamed up and down the empty stairs ravaging for more warm blooded food. When there was no more food inside, the raptor flew from the tower window to the ground. His ravaging was more productive on the outside. The blood of innocent people drenched the ground. The borders of the empire grew but . . . to no good purpose.
The only money to be made was gambling on the army of raptors which continued to grow in number. Anyone caught trying to kill a raptor was executed on the spot. The bloody game thankfully ended when humans were no longer on the earth. The raptors were sated. They died slow ugly deaths from the blood that they ate with the human flesh and organs - their bodies rejected the human blood.
After three thousand years of havoc and chaos there was peace and quiet again on the planet. Many more millennia followed while nature repaired the damages. Peace reigned after the extinction of the human race. God in her heaven sighed with relief. That was one experiment She would never conduct again.
[Draft. July 25, 2012. Vicki S. Nikolaidis (Creative Commons: by-nc-nd). Comments welcome but PLEASE do not copy without proper attribution and link back to RedRoom.com. Thank you much.]