Wordplay

Milo stands in what looks like an bomb shelter. There were weapons of all kinds all over the place. But they looked like they were made of paper.

"Weird. Was there a mistake in my paperwork for my birth? Strange considering that those records are meticulously kept under society laws due to the need to know exactly when because of Verbum Initium" Milo says as he picks up a spear made of paper testing the weight

"Excuse me. I'm going have to ask you not to pick up the divine weapons" a small childs voice calls out causing Milo to freeze and look around "hey tall stuff. I'm down here!" the voice yells a book hitting Milo in the forehead

"Ow! What the fuck.....?" Milo shouts dropping the spear as he looks around trying to find who threw the book

"I told you not to touch them" the child's voice calls out again. "now look down" they say

"Please tell me you're not the goddess" Milo says

"The one and only Verbilixa has graced your presence Milo Flynn" they proclaim

"But you're a ....tiny child" Milo says in shock as he stares at Verbilixa standing no taller that 3'6" looking smug in a baggy robe better suited for an adult than a child. 'Humanity is doomed' he thinks