Pahadron and UpbeatSweetie's Love Affair-Prologe
by Alicorn's Prayer
2/24/2004
Many stories have been told of how the world came into exsistance. Many gods have taken credit for thier own births as well. And one god would place himself above all other gods and lay claim to creating the heavens and earth, and life itself.
But this is not how it all began . . .
In the beggining, there was only darkness. An endless void of nothingness. Yet the whispers of the Fates could be heard far and wide in the emptiness. They being the First, were formless. But it would be from thier own formlessness, that they would bring shape and design to the universe. Planning, plotting, creating from this emptiness, life and exsistance itself. It was themselves, the First, who created the heavens, the lower planes, and earth. And with that, they created the Ancients who would later give birth to the Elders. Mirror images of the Fates, but only given a sole gift of creation apiece and bodily form. Yet not endowed with all gifts as the Fates themselves were created.
For the Fates had foreseen the future of exsistance and life. Of the rise and fall of the gods and even exisistance's own rebirths. But through all this, the Fates had a design for keeping the balance. And these secrets they kept to themselves. Never letting thier creations know of thier plans or purpose.
From the darkness, light began to appear. As it moved and shaped itself, guided along by the soft whispers of The Fates, a shape is seen taking form. As the light shifts more, a fog forms, enshrouding the tiny planet created from the mists. And color starts to shift over the surface, as water, earth, and life takes shape on it's surface. At the same time, other similar planets appear. And as each reaches it's maturity, the whispers are heard and the planets shift apart, moved to the furthest reaches of the dark void. Seperated by the vast dark of space.
The whispers of The Fates rise a bit, and little spots of light break through the darkness. And the first stars and suns are born. Seperating the planets through distance and time, each a tiny universe held within itself. Mists appear, creating seperate realms, seperating the planet from the voids of space. The whispers of The Fates becoming excited as they created new forms within these realms. Laughter can be heard, as the forms shift and shape themselves, as eatheral bodies become whole. The first Ancient is born, soon joined by others of thier kind.
As the Ancients drew thier first breath of exsistance, they revelled in thier power and glory of exsistance. But soon, boredom would settle in thier beings and they would argue amongst each other as they sought control over what had been created. They felt a hunger to create images of themselves, of having an element of thier own to control and shape to thier own desires and wishes.
Eventually, The Ancients' sights turned to the many mists seperating themselves and the small planet. A seed of life begins to sprout, as each Ancient took control over a seperate realm, claiming it as thier own. The first two Ancients, one male and the other female, declared rule of all the planes and the tiny planet below. But they did allow the remaining Ancients to rule over a solitary plane apiece, to allow themselves to pursue thier own designs and keep peace between the Ancients. But to these first two Ancients, all other Ancients would owe feality to. Acknowledging them as the creators of the universe and life itself.
Suddenly, an overwhelming need overtook the first two of The Ancients. A fiery sun took form in the heavens, spreading warmth and light over the planet's surface matching the fires burning within these two Ancients. They found themselves in passion's embrace and as their bodies entwined with one another, the tiny planet shifted and life was seen to take form on it's surface. The waters upon it's surface shifted and moved as dirt and stone push upwards, through the wetness. Long hidden volcanos spewed forth red hot molten lava, building upon the wet dirt, forming continents, mountains, and valleys.
As their embrace tightened around one another, rivers and lakes formed, seperating the continents. The waters boiled and writhed along with the Ancients' passions. The earth's spasms coinciding with the passionate movements of the Ancients. Each movement of The Ancients causeing the waters and earth to heave and move, growing and forming as one. As the Ancients reach the zenith of thier passions, trees, flowers, and grasses covered the continent's surfaces. Adding color and texture to it's surface, as the sweat and warmth covered the bodies of the first of the Ancients.
The Fates whispered among themselves, as they slowly moved over and through thier childrens' thoughts. They whispered into thier creations minds, creating a need to make these two Ancients bodies become one. As they waited patiently, guiding the two entities, they let thier thoughts drop from the passions of these great enities, and life slowly moved along the surface of the planet below them. Colors formed and covered it's surface. The earth began to take shape, as peaks rose high into the sky and valleys formed deep in it's ocean depths. A satisfied sigh is heard in the darkness, as the two Ancients reach passion's pinnicle. The earth slows it's heaving and movement, as the two Ancients decend into passion's sleep.
The Fates than turned to the remaining Ancients, whispering in thier minds, creating the need to do as the first of the Ancients had. The need to feel passion also and create life of thier own.
The remaining Ancients felt jealousy at this feat done by the first of the Ancients. They quickly decended upon the planet's surface, each laying claim to a part of it forbidding the other Ancients claim over an element. They soon realized though, that they would need a mate, if they were to create life of thier own. So they looked towards the mother and father of thier kind, as they had come to know the first two of the Ancients. And the two heeded thier pleas, and lay with them.
The waters upon the planet's surface writhed as life formed in them. And from them, fish took form from the Ancient's embraces. As the Ancients embraced over the earth, life took shape and form, springing from the dirt. And the skies filled with flying creatures, taking wing as the Ancients reached thier passionate fullfillment.
As the passions cooled in the Ancients, the life created moved about the surface of the planet, and night decended upon all. As darkness covered the earth's surface, one of the Ancients called into the heavens, and from thier cooling passions, created a moon to lessen the darkness. The other Ancients call into the heavens, lifting the viels of the mists, allowing the light of the stars to scatter among the night sky. The Ancients then fall into a deep slumber, exhausted by thier passions.
The voices of The Fates stopped for a moment. They quietly observed the fruits of thier plans. And the whispers of thier planning resumed, as they contemplated all that still needed doing. And so, as thier children lay sleeping, they entered The Ancients dreams. Planting seeds of creation, need, desire, and life within them. The need to not be alone and be worshipped by another.
The Ancients spent thier first few eons, exploring this new creation of theirs. Each Ancient took upon themselves, the responsibility of ownership of a realm. Even though they swore alligence and supreme authority to the first two of the Ancients, they were envious of the power these two had. They wished for themselves, to have those who would serve them and bow to thier own wishes.
So the Ancients shared between themselves, passion's embrace. And from thier unions, other gods were created. But so they could hold sway over thier own children, and all creation would know they had exsisted first, the Ancients called thier offspring Elders. And each elder was given the task of overseeing each Ancient's realm, of ensuring that the lives they'd created prospered and thrived.
For a bit, time moved peacefully along for both the Ancients and Elders. But even than, the seeds of jealousy began to grow within the Elders' minds and spirits. They fought amongst themselves, warring with one another on the planets surface. Slowly, over time, their anger turned towards the Ancients themselves. For how dare the Ancients take credit for thier work, their care of earth and it's creatures? Did they not deserve themselves to hold sway over Earth's life? And did they not also have the same powers, passed from the Ancients to themselves?
The Fates whispered into their granchildren's ears. They silently showed The Elder Gods the secrets of life, and planted the seeds within them to seek passion for themselves. The Fates whispered to each Elder, a secret power that only that Elder would hold sway and control over.
Over time, The Elders learned the ways of the Ancients. They silently observed the Ancients' embraces, and learned the secret of creation. And on the many realms, The Elders joined together in passionate love, and created unto themselves, lesser beings. Mirror images of themselves,endowed with a few of their powers, to continue in creating life to serve The Elders, as they served the Ancients. The first two of The Elders, assumed authority over the other Elders, as thier own creators had done. But even than, they shared thier passions with all of thier creations, as they'd found that passion fed and substained them. Not only for creating new life, but of feeding the hungers within thier own souls. And as they created new life, they formed beings that had no magical powers of thier own, who would worship and serve them as they willed.
And from these lesser beings, which they named man, they used to pit against one another and rule over the beasts. The Elders guarded their powers well from these beings, so as not to let them hold sway against thier creators. Only one power did they grant them. The ability to create life of thier own, powerless mirror images to live and serve the gods themselves.
The Ancients looked upon thier children with disfavor. Concern grew as they saw that thier offspring were growing as powerful as themselves. And they despaired at how thier offspring no longer served thier needs, but saw to the needs of themselves over thier parents. And so the Ancients spoke amongst each other, of how to stop such happenings. And thier grew concerned more, as they saw the lesser beings creating life of thier own, yet with no powers except to rule over the beasts the Ancients had created. And they saw how these lesser beings destroyed and killed at will, the fruits of thier passions.
And so the Ancients called the Elders to them. Warning them of the consequences of their greed. And the Ancients dictated to thier children, ordering them to ensure that none of the men they'd created, would learn the secrets of thier powers. That any who sought to share the power of the gods with these lesser beings, would be eternally punished and thier creations destroyed for all time.
And so the first two of The Ancients shared passion's embrace again. To create life that would ensure that thier ways would be kept and all that sought to control thier secrets were destroyed. Yet also see that life continued and prospered, so all the gods would be served and worshipped.
The Fates saw that thier plans were going along smoothly. They had planted well the seeds of jealousy and envy. They knew that it was the only way true light and life could be created. And they watched as the two Ancients embraced one last time.
From the void of the empty darkness, a flame grew brighter and larger. The Fates whispered to it, giving to it all thier knowledge and gifts. Saw within the flames depth was seen a sword and silver arrow.
As the chants of The Fates rolled over the flame, it grew hotter, and slowly the sword seperated from it's depths. The blade itself made of fire, it's heat rivaling the suns themselves. As The Fates whisper to it, thier words only for the sword alone, a masculine sigh is heard. As the sword shifts and changes shape, it is cast into the higher heavens of the Ancients. A tool for them to use for justice against those that would break the old ways.
Than from the silver arrow is pulled by The Fates from the flame's depths. They whisper to it, as they had done with the sword. A feminine voice answers them, learning the secrets imparted on it. And when The Fates are finished, they shoot the arrow towards the Earth, implanting it and it's knowledge deep within Earth's heart.
The Fates than gaze upon the flame. The chants grow louder, as The Fates whisper all of exsistance's creation into the heart of the flame. A small feminine giggle is heard, as The Fates continue thier work. The flame burns hotter and brighter, shifting and twisting. As if it's dancing to a song only it can hear.
Carefully, The Fates sets their most precious creation into the realms, between the highest heaven and earth. Seen is a small thread spreading in either direction, connected to the sword and arrow.
Laughter fills the heavens, the realms, and Earth as thier creations draw thier first breaths of life. And a new age begins. One that will tear and reshape all that's come before it.