TOOLS : UNNATURAL ABILITY
Walking into the “ambush” their genetic memory, whatever it was that set them apart from humans, twitched electric.
To no avail, the cartoonish figures tried to break them. Shearing, grinding, squeezing. Standard soul crushing practices exhausted.
All means by which humans control and manipulate their environment couldn’t extinguish their ancient bond..
At times, the sparkle in one eye would dim.Succumbing to the evil of the human realm.
A glance to the others eye, healed all doubt.
The electric iris—the souls window— healed instantly.
Their tools of intelligence transcended this place.
No match for the tools living on Earth.
Written for The M3 Blog and Flash-In-The-Pan.