This rock was a planet once. We – humanity – labelled it such, before reclassifying it, demoting it. It seems fitting this should be her prison. Mankind asserts itself, flashing its hubris to the stars.
Everything is ours, to do with as we choose.
They tell me she takes many forms, but today she is a man. Handsome, toned, slender. Naked. When I enter he is already seated, cross-legged, comfortable, waiting. His eyes are greener than any human's.
I ask his name.
"The old ones were best," he replies with an easy smile, "Cel, Terra. I’ve always been particularly fond of Gaia."
Author bio: John Xero can’t keep his hands off myths and legends. They are the original stories, and still some of the best. He likes to reshape them, he hopes they will forgive his hubris.
His own legend will be 140 characters long: @xeroverse
Exile is part of 101 Fiction issue 3.