A New Prometheus

Sunset. The sky was beginning its daily shift to darkness, the sun clinging desperately to the horizon as the night gods awakened.
The semicircle of small furry creatures bowed their heads to the dirt and grass of the plateau, paying obeisance to their sun through the neolithic ring of vertical stones set into the ground before them. The setting sun cast long shadows, the hands of the gods. A fire burned on an altar as a priest made sacrifice of the day's hunt upon it, shaking bone-beads and carved totems, so that light may again rise upon the plains the furry creatures called home.