"In the years of C'uni Diju when the God Vanio had turned against his brethren, the God Weztua was set to rule over the waters of Zaitne in place of Vanio. He held rule over the creatures, he directed the tides, and colored the waters to his liking; everything within the depths of the blue waters was his."One day, as Weztua traveled into the depths of his waters, he took notice of all the creatures. The small that used their quickness, the enormous who used their strength, and the inept that used their wit were all seen by the eyes of Weztua. His dark blue chest puffed as he admired his waters knowing that all the beautiful creatures within the depths were his, but the God could not help but feel at loss."
"As he hovered over the waters his messenger, Cua'ztua, came down from the Arcs of Poust. 'My God, my honorable one. I have come to see that you are well, but I do not seek an answer for I see you are at the highest pinnacle of your health.' Cua'ztua said, momentarily captivated by the waters. 'My God, Zaitne has flourished greatly under your rule.' He bowed his head, and closed his gills in respect."
"'Indeed it has Cua'ztua. You should come into the waters with me, I will let you experience it firsthand so that you may judge me.'"
The messenger gasped, "'I am not in the position to judge you, your righteousness.'"
"'Nonsense, I must show you my waters so that you may praise me on your way to the Arcs. Surely by then all of Poust will have known. I will then be assured of my position as ruler of Zaitne.'"
"As both of the holy ones entered the waters, Cua'ztua spoke up suddenly. 'Weztua will you fear when the sinister God Vanio comes to seize his right to the waters?'"
"'Cua'ztua I do not.'" The God looked at the messenger before him, then back to his webbed fingers that seemed to move flawlessly in the water. Cua'ztua floated in the waters bewildered yet fascinated by his God's concise, and fearless response. The God then swam swiftly down to a rock formation at the bottom of the depths, and beckoned his follower. "'Do you see these eggs, Cua'ztua? I have realized that there have been no people to worship me, and provide me with strength, so I have planted one male, and one female Zaintee' for every rock that takes refuge upon the depths.'"
"'But honorable one, our brothers will surely deject this idea! The Zaintee' have only had place in the Arcs of Poust, and no further! Pardon me for what I am about to say, but this is unheard of! Something beyond your control!'"
"'I will take responsibility for my future people. I will protect them so long as they worship me. I will grant them a conscience, and grant them speech so that they may understand me, and so I may understand them. I will grant them feeling so that they do not live as Xi'pi; mindless creatures that wander the depths in search for nourishment. All that I am capable of, I will grant them sparingly. I will tell them what is good and what is wrong, and they will listen. And you Cua'ztua will be present at every birth, to be witness to my will.'"
"The messenger once again closed his gills, and looked up at his God. 'As you wish, honorable one.'"
"As promised Weztua enacted his will onto all of his Zaintee, and Cua'tzua was present all of those times. Then there came a time when God Vanio looked over to his brother, Weztua, from the darkness of Di'Nali'Hah and became infuriated. His spirit filled with jealousy, and his thoughts clouded with vengeance. In the early hours of the day Vanio snuck up into the waters of his brother when his brother was resting, and placed a curse on his people."
"The waters became a sickly brown, and the Zaintee immediately became blind. They swam away from each other in fear, thinking they had fallen into the darkness of Di'Nali'Hah. When Weztua had awoken he was enraged. Thousands of Xi'Pi had been released into the waters, and had been made to the size of underwater boulders. Their tentacles lashed out at Weztua's people, killing them instantly."
"Remembering his will, and knowing he was being watched from the Arcs of Poust, he acted in the only way he knew how to; he began to mercilessly kill off the giant Xi'Pi in order to maintain the covenant between his people, and him."
"Weztua had had enough of the Xi'pi, and made himself to tower over them, spearing them with his Nuat. He killed hundreds over hundreds, and finally came down to one. It had a circular membrane placed above its tentacles, it was different than the others. 'The last will surely be my trophy.'"
As the final Xi'pi fell into death, he grabbed the Xi'pi and placed it atop of his had as a crown. He looked down to his people, and saw that they still swam blindly in the water. "'Because my people have been blinded in their waters, may there be land for them to rest on, so that I may cleanse the water of Vanio's curse. May they be able to breathe air, and water as I have done for many centuries, so that they may adapt to my new Zainte."
Terrain surfaced from the waters, and the Zaintee' walked on land, built homes, and communities. Vegetation grew, and animals were provided to be feasted upon. Weztua looked down from the Arcs, and smiled warmly at his people.
"'You have done well, Youngest. May your people flourish, and worship you.'" Bue looked down at his son, and his newly created world. He brought his hand to his son's face enveloping his features in his webbed hands. 'Respect.'"
"Weztua's head gleamed in triumph when his father removed his hand from him. He had finally gained his place in Poust. 'Father I will see you tomorrow, as I have duty to my people who are calling upon me."
"Bue nodded, and passed through Arcs of Poust."
"Weztua looked to his side, and said, 'I need a woman by my side to help me bring love and compassion to my people.' So the God looked down to his world to search for a worthy female, and spotted one near the city of Aws'er."
"She was making the ritual circle which was made up of smooth pebbles, and as she placed the colored water in the center she was visited by the God himself. 'Hu'Diju. I am Weztua, God of Zainte, and its people. I am here to take you as my wife.' The woman looked at him startled."
"' But God Weztua I am not fit to be your wife.'"
"'Nonsense, as a sign of your compassion to me, make a ring to fit your head. Make the ring of something that you hold dearest to you, and when you have created it, ask for me in your prayers, and I shall take you away to the Arcs of Poust to be my wife.'"
"When Weztua announced that one of his people was to be his wife, his brother Vanio saw that she was beautiful. When his brother was being congratulated Vanio stole the ring from Hu'Diju's head, and Weztua exclaimed, 'That ring is not yours to take!'"
"Hu'Diju was beyond the first stages of anger, and had gone up to the God himself, and snatched the ring from his malicious hands. Vanio had never been challenged by a woman, and so his surprise led him to be unguarded; Hu'Diju grabbed Weztua's Nuat and killed Vanio with a quick stab to the chest."
"'You have caused great disrespect unto my husband, and death has been your punishment.'"
"Weztua looked at his wife in amazement, and smiled broadly. 'Surely you will stay by my side for eternity, and guard me as you have? And teach me love, and compassion so I may one day produce the strongest of descendants with you?' His wife stood before him, and he saw that her gills were closed, and brought his webbed fingers to her features, as a great wave of admiration came over him. 'Respect.'"