Clemency

Disposition to be lenient; mildness, as of the weather (adj.)

Kamai the Apache weather god watched as his people were slaughtered by Europeans carrying the Catholic flag of Pope Clement. A usually peaceful and even-tempered god, he was trying to find a reason not to get rid of these froth-mouthed Christians as they gutted his tribal followers. But he couldn't find a reason to be peaceful in this situation, and his anger was beginning to bubble. He considered sending down a tornado on the Christians as punishment for their gory, animal-like war on his people. But before he could do anything he was approached by the Christian God, who, in Heaven, took the form of a young man, an old man, and a golden retriever walking between them.
"Kamai," the young man entreated, "might I ask you what you're doing?"
"Oh, hey Christian God," said Kamai, "I was just going to protect my people from some nefarious foes."
"I don't think you should do that," said the young man.
The golden retriever barked.
"Yes," said the old man, "I agree."
"What do you mean?" asked Kamai.
"Well," began the young man, whose hands were pressed together prayerfully in front of him, "if you destroy these Christian soldiers you will rob your people of great wealth."
"Great wealth?" asked Kamai.
The retriever barked.
"Yes," said the old man, "I agree."
"I see all things Kamai, and I know all truths..." said the young man.
Kamai rolled his eyes. The young man didn't notice as he continued talking.
"And I have seen your people build great villages in the future, villages with machines that spew money from them. And I have seen them conquer many Christians who give their money to these machines willingly and in great amounts."
The golden retriever barked.
"Yes," said the old man, "I agree."
"But if you smite these Christian soldiers," continued the young man, "this will not come to be."
"Hmm," said Kamai. He looked down to Earth and saw his people looking up to him for help as the guns of the Europeans shot through them and metal shields blocked their wooden arrows and spears.
"If it is for their future," he whispered sadly.
The trio stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. The young man smiled. The old man's face hung deadpan. The golden retriever between them licked itself.
And Kamai sent down a mist to the battlefield. A light and clement rain, acting in accord with what he thought was best for his people.