Its little body fell down to a speck of dust, which the young ones clung to because they must cling to something.

Its little breath flew asunder, the hotness and brightness of the little beast--I beg your pardon, I mean the radiant energy from the corpse flew away to the right hand, and seemed to shine warm in the air, while the clammy energy from the body flew away to the left hand, and seemed dark and cold.

And so, the first little master was dead and done for, and instead of his little living body there was a speck of dust in the middle, which became the earth, and on the right hand was a brightness which became the sun, rampaging with all the energy that had come out of the dead little master, and on the left hand a darkness which felt like an unrisen moon.

And that was how the Lord created the world.
Except that I know nothing about the Lord, so I shouldn't mention it.
But I forgot the soul of the little master.

It probably did a bit of flying as well--and then came back to the young ones.