The Tale of the House
So you wish to hear a story? Fine, I will tell you the tale of the House.
In the beginning, there was only two. The first was the Architect, grand in her beauty. The second was the Old One, who was then the Architect's closest friend. Together in the endless Nothing, they spent many happy centuries together. Side by side, they created the Secondary Realms and all in them.
But one day the Architect looked upon the secondary Realms and felt sad that so many mortals would die forgotten. So together with the Old One, the Architect built the House from Nothing and created the first seven Denizens, the Days.
To Monday the Scribe was given the task of writing and recording, and all that did with paper and ink.
To Tuesday the Craftsman was given the task of making all the house would need from a fountain of Nothing.
To Wednesday the Sailor was given the task of moving Denizens and materials across the Border Sea.
To Thursday the Warrior was given the task of defending the House from the Nithlings beyond.
To Friday the Fair was given the task of binding and books, making books out of the papers of the house.
To Saturday the Wise was given the task of Magic, to study it and to use it to aid the other six in their tasks.
And To Sunday the Eldest was given the Task of leading the house.
The Architect gave to each of the Days power to divide their responsibilities and appoint servants to help carry out their duties. But with the creation of the House and the Days came a disagreement between the Old One and the Architect. The Old One wished to meddle in the Secondary Realms. But the Architect wished for the inhabitants of the Secondary Realms to be left alone, so that they may make their own destinies. They disagreement became an argument, and the argument became a battle which raged for seven days. In the end, the Architect defeated the Old One. Unable to kill her old friend, she imprisoned him in the deepest reaches of the house.
Saddened by the battle, the Architect decided to leave the House. She wrote her Will so that her Heir to the Kingdom may one day come. She placed her power into the Seven Keys to the House, and gave one Key to each Day. The Architect charged them to rule until they Heir came to reclaim her power. Once all was ready, she left.
And for a while, all was well.
But alas, darkness came upon the seven Days. The Darkness split itself into seven Nights to infect the minds of each Day.
Monday fell to Sloth and neglected his duties, leaving the Lower House in confusion.
Tuesday fell to Avarice, and delved deeper and deeper in search for more Nothing to craft and sell.
Wednesday fell to Gluttony. Unable to corrupt her mind, the Night corrupted her body, cursing her with an unending appetite.
Thursday fell to Wrath, letting Nithlings enter the House to sate his own bloodlust.
Friday Fell to Envy, and took the life and memories from mortals for her own amusement.
Saturday fell to Pride, and believed she was above all else.
Sunday fell to Vanity, and cared only for appearances, placing beauty above all other things.
So it has been for many centuries, and so it is now. All we can do is wait until the Heir comes, and hope he has the strength to take what rightly belongs to him.