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A/N: This is a weird combination of Norse and Classical Mythology, written like a book of myths. I thought of this while thinking about how Frank reminds me of Jove/Zeus. Well, he reminds me of Zeus' habit of seducing mortals.

How It All Began:

In the beginning nothing existed in the Rockyverse.

Well, nothing except for a pair of disembodied Lips painted a stylish shade of red. They were bored with this nothingness so they decided to speak. Being sort of magical and possessing unlimited power, the Lips could do many fantastical things. By speaking they created three immortal beings….

These creations were called Frank, Trixie, and Riff Raff. For all eternity the first and last were destined to be rivals. The second – a lovely wife for Frank – was to keep them from fighting. She was a motherly being who knew many scientifically inaccurate pulp stories. So she was a mother to all the Rockyverse, sister to the other immortals, and wife to Frank. That's what we call incest. Don't try it at home, kids...

When the Lips created these entertaining beings they also created a place for them to live. This was a gothic castle atop a great mountain called LayorTroucrRetaeht. They called the castle they inhabited the LayorTroucrRetaeht Upstairs.

After giving these creations a world empty of sentient life to play with, the Lips disappeared. They planned to watch forever and never. Though they were technically just Lips, they could see stuff because, er… because a wizard did it! That's the best explanation I've got. I'm not a God. Nah, just their secretary.

The Sister-Statue:

Anyway, the three lived happily lived in this rather empty place for a while. Though Riff Raff only pretended to be happy. Truthfully, he was very lonely. He envied his married brother. His sister/mother/sister-in-law Trixie noticed this, and suggested something quite clever:

"Why don't you wish yourself a sister? Remember how we wished ourselves food?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, but isn't a sister a bit more detailed? Won't it require more focus?"

Trixie shrugged. "Well, you've a clever boy and I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Indeed, Riff Raff was good with building things. He was practical about it and avoided just wishing things into existence. This project was going to be difficult, he knew, and would require something besides wishing.

For many days and nights – not that there was much difference at this point – he worked on his puppet-wife. He hacked tree-branches down by hand and made her limbs, he painted her face, he wove her hair out of golden thread, imbedded emeralds in her skull for eyes, and papered her wire-based frame with fair skin. Soon enough she was complete. Fair skin, long gold hair that nearly rivaled Sif's in beauty, and lovely green eyes. The perfect wife – when it came to looks, at least. Though she was still not alive. At that point she was nothing but a pretty doll.

Riff knew what to do. Carefully, he wished her to life. Though he made the mistake of making a pathetic poem to go with it.

Let the flames of life flicker and lick

Light her soul like a candle's wick

I dearly want a wife

So bring my love to life!

After he'd spoken this spell the golden hair caught fire for a moment. Before he could put it out, the flames faded. She wasn't harmed in any way. No, it did seem as if her eyes were lit now with a strange glow seen in every sentient being. She was alive. But her hair – the golden hair, somewhat like his own in shade – was the color of flame. Somehow his spell had changed her looks. Though she was still beautiful she wasn't what he'd truly wanted. Though looks were a trivial thing. He soon learned she was very clever.

The word 'Magenta' means a reddish-purplish color because of fifth God and her wild red hair. At the time it was merely a collection of syllables.

Here it was learned that even Gods makes mistake.

How the Ash-Trees Came to Life:

Later it was decided by the four Gods that there needed to be 'lesser beings'. Well, Frank decided this. But he was their leader. There were objections.

"Why do you want 'lesser' people to look after? I've got enough trouble already looking after you lot," Trixie said darkly.

"It would be a problem if these 'lessers' ended up in our house. I've not cleaning up after them. You lot have the worst table manners. I can't imagine what 'lesser beings' are like!" Magenta added.

Though these weren't real complaints. There had just become a tradition for the Goddesses to argue with the Gods when it came to a number of subjects.

There was a forest at the foot of the mountain LayorTroucrRetaeht. Many great trees – mostly ash trees, for some reason – grew there.

"Incest is a kinky thing exclusive to Gods," Frank said. "So, we'll turn every tree into a person!"

"That's a lot of trees," Riff muttered.

"Well, then only the ash trees!"

To this, they both agreed. As did Trixie. This was because she and Frank were the ones to actually do the wishing. They were father and mother of the human race – that's us, by the way – in a metaphorical way. Though Frank did indeed become biological father of a large fraction of the later generations. Though that's not yet, mind you.

The trees slowly went from being stiff wood to something lively and able to move freely. Now there stood many people who looked like the Gods. Though, as Magenta could see, they had less life-fire than the Gods. They'd have much shorter lifespans than their makers. They still were clad in their bark. Like any good mother, Trixie made them all clothes to wear.

How There Came to be Six Gods:

By the third generation of mortal beings, Frank decided something. He called his fellow Gods into the main of their home, the LayorTruocRetaeht Upstairs, for a meeting of sorts.

"There are only four of us and only two – Trixie and myself – actually do anything useful. We need more," he said to the others.

"Where will we get them?" asked Trixie.

"Please, don't make us have children. They're such a mess to look after – I've watched the lives of many mortals. I'd hate having to clean up after their muddy footprints and everything!" Magenta added.

Frank chuckled. "Well, we could make them born as adults. Like you."

At this, Magenta's eyes became fiery. "Silly as it is, I like being unique. I like being the only being made by hand. I like being ze one vho's sometimes got zis odd accent. If you created more people the way I was created, then I wouldn't be a novelty. I'm sure you know what could happen if you disagree with me."

Clearly she was in a dangerous mood. So, Frank agreed with her. He feared her – though never admitted it – because of her love of fire. Not only did she have control over nearly any flame she also had a habit of burning those she didn't like. This usually meant a mortal who'd offended her.

Though Frank suspected that she could injure Gods with her power. Flames liked her and listened to her orders. There wasn't any way to prove whether or not she could hurt fellow mortals… but everyone decided to just assume she could. This pleased her. It came in useful, such a power.

So, they needed a new idea. It was then that Trixie thought of something:

"Why not turn some of my mortal children into one of us?"

This everyone agreed with!

The four of them soon left their mountaintop-home and wandered invisible through the mortal world. Soon enough they came across a pretty young woman with shortish brown hair. With her was a young man with darker hair playing some sort of flute. The pretty sound caught the attention of all four Gods. As did the girl's youthful good looks.

Trixie was first to reveal herself. Since she often wandered the world in the disguise of either a wise old lady or an innocent girl storyteller or a motherly middle-aged woman, people knew her face. When the young man saw her – this time in her motherly guise – he stopped playing his music. The attention of both he and the young woman of his was suddenly on Trixie.

"You're the Mother, aren't ya?" he asked.

Smiling, Trixie nodded. "Yes. And you, boy, are the first mortal to think of music. Because of this I have a job for you. How would you – and this young lady, for there must always be an even number of us – like to become one of us? A God?"

Though it took a moment, he quickly answered yes!

At this time they also gave all the people they met the gift of fire (courtesy of Magenta), knowledge of the sciences (Riff's specialty), and the ability to invent their own stories (Trixie's idea). This gift-giving was at the request of Columbia and Eddie. They refused to become Gods if their people weren't given such things.

Mortals were becoming quite important, it seemed.

When they were turned into Gods their appearances changed. They became much paler in skin and Columbia's hair turned pink. This amused Magenta, though annoyed Columbia herself. Not that it really mattered.

What mattered was that now six Gods watched over the world.

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A/N: This is totally random... but I'm driving through Denton, Delaware as I type this. We're driving home from visiting some friends. It looks like 'our' (RHPS fan's) Denton in many ways. There's a 'welcome' sign but no mention of it being the Home of Happiness.