DC: My 17th birthday is coming up! YEAY! Wait…17? GOD, I feel old. Just one more year and I'll be an adult. OMG, AN ADULT!!!
I don't wanna grow up. ToT
Anyway, today we take another trip into the evil lair of T'laloc. –evil laughter ensues-
T'laloc sat reading from an old text. The book was ancient, the pages where yellow and crinkled with time. On the front embossed into the cover was a sun with a god like face, similar to the one on the front door to the Sun Temple in Dry Rock. He had read this book before a long time ago before he met the little girl he named Homey. It was filled with legends and prophesies, one that included when a great warrior would defeat a great evil in the northern village of Pupununu, the prophecy where Tak defeated him. He was not surprised, the people of Dry Rock were as close to the Juju's them selves. However that's not what had caught his eye. An illustration of their Sun God stood at the temples steps pointing down at a single child wrapped in the arms of a lesser Juju. The text on the following page read:
As the travel between the different realms prolonged with great tranquility, the Sun God however grew unsettled by how close one's bond had grown. The friendships between Juju's and humans alike had grown into fondness. The Sun God, worried that this would continue, established order. Those with Juju blood could pass between realms and if one with evil intentions where to be blessed with such power or got a hold of a half-child, the realms safety would be breached as well as the half-child losing control of its powers and risk warlike harm. It was unsanctioned for blood to mix for risk of rivals to enter the other realms. Those humans who where close to the Juju's were granted power to travel to the realms as well and were entitled as Shamans.
T'laloc continued to read about how the many Juju shrines he saw today were built and the magical back round of different Juju's and great Shamans of Dry Rock. There were pictures of yorbals and their magic properties, long lost keys into the different realms, tiki's, and the many different types of Juju's that exist. There were inscription of the different Juju magic's. Eventually he came to another section of the legend and read it carefully.
Years had passed without inquiry till the day a Juju over stepped his bounds. When he was questioned by the Sun God, he brought forth and rendered up to him a bundle of cloth. Concealed inside was an infant days of age. Her eyes beheld a sun like light and her cries rang like music. The Sun God became angry that his law was flouted, but true to his heart he could not discard a beautiful child. Instead he banished the Juju to the human realm to watch over his half-child and protect her from harmful intentions to her and the realms above. The Juju heeded the Sun God's word and for many a year looked after his half-child. When she was not but 5 years of human age had she lost control of her abilities. To save the people of the village, the Sun God opened a portal to another place and sent everyone through. The half-child's mother and father refused to leave their beloved child behind and begged for her to compose herself. However, the half-child could not abide. The Sun God then made a terrible decision. To save the lives of the people he closed the portal as the rotunda of the half-child's untamed energy expanded to encompass the entire village and sent it into nothingness, the life left the village, leaving not but dust and sand. The once beautiful land of Tangle Wood was transformed into a desert. The Sun God retuned in search for the spirits he had so grieved in leaving behind but found no remains of the human mother, Juju, or the half-child. In his dejection, the Sun God forbid the villagers from returning to their old home, leaving the land in peace, a grave for those who had perished on that day. He banned the Juju's from traveling to the other realms unless called on by the Shaman's to prevent another cataclysm. However, it was not the end. The half-child's spirit still lived, trapped in the remnants of the desecrated village. For centuries she tried to manifest herself a new body with what was left of her Juju powers, hailing for someone to aid her. The Juju father, thought dead, answered her sorrowful cries refusing to go back on his promise of protection. The father Juju for centuries of endeavor searched for ways to give his half-child her body back. The Sun God had heard their cries. In feeling sorry for the half-child and the grieving of her only parent, he bestowed upon her, her original form. But in doing so the half-child lost the memories of a past she tried so hard to recall. The father Juju left her, in fear that she might be frightened of his being though he continued to still watch over her. For if someone of evil intent would get a hold of her, the portals and the power of Juju would fall into darkness, having control over the world and the Sun God himself.
"The Sun God died with the legend."
T'laloc threw the book aside and thought. The people of Dry Rock were very powerful and smart. It was plausible that their legends and theories were true. After all many of todays shrines and machines were built from their design. It was possible. What if the legend was true? Could someone really have access to the other realms with a simple half Juju child? Long ago the village of Tangle Wood had been destroyed, the Sun God had long since died with it, along with the memory of its very people existence.
"And so will the half-child."
DC: sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with an end of the semester project. Hope you liked the little history lesson! Reviews Plz?