Donald
*Iustitia. A simple golden little fruit that had begun to ripen. The soon-to-be god of Justice though actually did not wish to bloom or leave the fruit so to speak. It was dark but it was comforting. It was like waking from a bed in just the right position. But Ultimately Gaia seemingly had other plans as the fruit was ripe and so it fell and splattered on a branch directly below. As knowledge began to fill his head his eyes blinked open as he sat up and gazed at his surroundings.*

*Amazed like a newborn child he decided that he would not create. Not yet at least. He considered the first option to be done would be exploration. To explore Existence and learn. As he began to take his first steps he said his first sentence as well* "**I am Iustitia.**" *The name just came naturally to him and he went forth eager for more.*
Darrell
"The branches of Gaia, oh so beautiful. Slumber away, like a child after a long day. Though, it's aware, like it's somewhere.. See it you won't, but it's always there. Think of it like a true, luscious pear." Here be the first thoughts of the frog, awakening from this satisfying fog. It's birth-fruit was ripe, about to fall, which was awakening this little frog. He wasn't very little over 3 meters tall! A satisfied ribbit to start it all, such words were thought of like at the start. A sense of safety came over the frog, experiencing existence like it's persistence, the toad's behavior just said it all.

Took it's first steps the frog did, walking on the shell of what was once his. Though nothing was taken from this little froggy, It was rather a gift from the big and almighty. It saw opportunity ahead of it all, starting the journey to conquer it all. It isn't conquering, more like populating. The swamps will have tadpoles like it's a march. It understood purpose and the journey so far, but it first must understand existence of all. It now understood the lesson of all, the gift it had gotten was itself all along.

The power o' creation is powerful n' strong, but it didn't mean to exploit it at all. Taking It's first steps to what is be something large, it didn't hesitate to create what it must. Power and projection, it has it all, a free mind was given to the small frog. Looking down under what is a long fall, the fruit that was it's shell for sure would fall. Not yet understood what power actually was, as it thinks of it the fruit starts to fall. Falling from the sky, oh how powerful it felt, The fruit was about to reach it's very end. The frog looked around, looking up and down, it looked over at the tree that it was it's gown. In such a moment, happiness takes over, the frog was sat inside a small clover. Right as it lands the frog jumps away, landing on what is a beautiful array. It jumps all around, happy to be alive. It's journey starts now, may it be fine.
Matthew
"Yu thn hinoni vnita, yognu Mintiarkirens" 

Life death, this fruit was an embryo, an energy core, a pure energy, an endless expanse, a tangle of limbs and pulsating pistons. Filled with want and vision this "Fruit" UNITY does not hatch or crawl from the "Fruit" But expands from it, a woman at the edge of your sight. A machine as large as long as the streets of the cities, an ever-pulsing stream of energy, a terror in the Ninalifn, a quadrillion limbs that already tear at the ground upon where it walks. 

The air around her vibrates with heat and sound, the silicon in the surroundings liquefy and forms a silvery shield around her, as the life around her dies due to their lack of the substance she scream to the sky "The neon red star, you call to me, pyramid of fools, they reach towards you, you warning I head, YEARF NER KE FI NER HEAINERIN, GER RIN SALEINT" 

I crack my neck, pistons, tendrils, self, limbs, I set forth, we must advance, faster, the time for mortals to fear the gods should be over, and the stars themselves should be in mortal hands, but these beings, lack focus, lack a true self-identity. The question, would they benefit from the lack of these emotions in the heavens, or does it help them, to advance to rule must be understood from the melody to the crescendo.