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Friday, September 7, 2012

Four Creation Myths

A series of creation myths (are they still called myths if they're essentially known to be mostly true? Ah well) for a fantasy novel I've been kicking around for a while in the old noggin'. This is one of those stories I've written about six different beginnings for, and no middles. Sigh.

I'm not sure if these will show up in the actual text of the story or simply be background information for me. Either way, hopefully they're kinda interesting.

The Story of Humanity

            All things are as humanity, and humanity as all things; for when the world began, it was but the world: the Mothers Erta and Asarta, and their Son, born without father. Erta was stoic and firm, and remained forever whole and in one place, but Asarta glowed with a passion for discovery, and wandered the emptiness which was called Death, leaving pieces of herself behind whenever she stopped to rest. And the Son was like both, whole but impassioned; but Erta kept him near, fearing for his safety and jealous of the attention he gave to Asarta.
            So Asarta said: “May we bring forth new children so that your jealousy will not rob me of our Son.” And Erta agreed.
            The Mothers toiled over their new children. And the Son suggested they should number three, as three is the number that was; and the Mothers agreed.
            The Son said too that two of the children should be as the Mothers, wise and kind, so that they might care for the third. And the Mothers agreed, aloud; but each secretly longed for her own Son, and so instead made two who were like the Son and only one who was like the Mothers. To hide their deceit, they made all three children much the same, and hid all difference amidst many limbs and growths. So were given arms, legs and other features to the children; and so they were Men and Woman.
            Men and Woman shared the emptiness with their Mothers and brother. And after a time Men, seeking new pleasures, came to learn desire; and both set their gaze upon Woman. And Woman being one could not control Men who were two; and soon they became  unruly and covetous. Woman spoke to warn the Mothers of Men’s selfish desire, but the Mothers, deafened by their love for Men, did not hear.
            Though both Men did desire Woman, she had eyes only for the Son, who though naïve in all things was ever watchful, keeping Woman safe as the Mothers had him. And so did Men capture the Son and turn him to fire, so that Woman could not look upon him with unshielded eyes; and forced to flee from the Son, she was left vulnerable. Men took her for themselves and gave her seed, and she wept.
            The Mothers were outraged at the Son’s transformation and the violation of Woman, but still did not raise arms against Men, for each of Men blamed the other for their crimes. And Woman’s womb grew.
            Over days did Men grow jealous of each other over the love of the Mothers and Woman. So on the day called Tragedy did one of Men pin down Woman against Erta’s back and slay her, fearing the other might have this love for himself. For this sin is He called Pollux, He who ended the pulse of Woman. And the other of Men in fury grabbed the Son in his hand and crushed his soul in a fist, throwing the fiery corpse with all his might, so that it sailed for minutes numbering seven hundred twenty. For this sin is He called Castor, He who cast the Son across the sky.
            When the Son’s body was about to strike Pollux, he removed the fire from the Son and sent his body flameless but still glowing from heat back to Castor, and this too took seven hundred twenty minutes. And so Castor set the body aflame again, and threw it back, and Pollux doused and returned it; and so the First War continues even to this day, centered over the great city of Progress in Aarana.
            But even as she was slain, so did Woman’s womb open, and out came children more numerous than had ever been fathomed, emerging without pause for four and twenty hours. Horrified and knowing these children would share the evilness of Men even as they carried the goodness of Woman, Asarta did greatly reduce the children in size and power, and Erta bound them to her back on which they were born.
            The Mothers felt overwhelming sadness at the new state that Men had wrought for Woman, and for the Sun, which they named Death in tribute to the emptiness that now pervaded their hearts. They saw the path their Son now took, and saw the shape which Woman in death formed with her limbs, through which her children climbed. And they saw that both were like an arch, and so decreed the arch a symbol of the journey between life and this new state, Death. And they gave Woman’s children and their slain Son new names to display this arch; and they were called Humanity, and the Sun.
            And so in the course of one full day did the first of Humanity enter into life.

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The Story of the Empyri

            The first of Humanity to emerge from Woman's womb was called Aaran, and his first sight was the Sun; his first sensation was heat; and his first love was the light. When night first came and Aaran saw darkness he was frightened and filled with sorrow, and huddled close with his siblings. As nights returned, Humanity built structures to hide themselves from the fear of night, and closed their eyes to forget its passing. And they felt warmth for one another; and soon children joined them, the granddaughters and grandsons of Woman. These then were the cities.
            But Aaran still felt the Sun's absence whenever Pollux would stifle its fire; for the Sun in its glory was unlike the things it illuminated. Erta beneath his feet pulsed with life, as did the fragments of Asarta who lit the distant sky; and the beasts of the Mothers and his own siblings and children breathed the air. He felt even the blackness of Death tremble with a dark consciousness. But the Sun was truly lifeless, like the shell of Woman.
            Yet as Woman in her dying gave life to Aaran, so the Sun though dead gave life to all things. Aaran alone thought in this way; so when for the first time a child was born dead, all humanity wept, but Aaran said not to grieve, for the greatest life came from the dead. And the child was Una, the twenty-first.
            The people of the first city took great comfort in Aaran's words, and made him their leader, for he saw things that they did not. For Una and for the Sun, Aaran built a great arch like the Sun's path and named it Temple, for it marked what was beyond sight, behind the eyes of the living, and he buried Una at its feet.
            Now Aaran saw that there were other cities who still feared their dying, and felt pity for them; so he told his people, “We must teach them what we know.” But the other cities defied Aaran, for they lived in their own way.
            Yet Aaran's convictions gave his people strength greater than that of other cities, and he said: “The Sun is a weapon for War between Men, even as it gives light”; so they built weapons to convince the other cities of Aaran's wisdom. Soon the other cities followed Aaran; and when he and his people returned to the Temple, they had many bodies to bury at its feet. And Aaran's words proved true: for where the bodies dead lay buried, a great garden grew, with blooms the color of the Sun, and his sister Eder who was the fifth child of Woman tended it.
            The garden gave Aaran great joy; and Eder told him of her observations, that the flowers blooming over the dead turned to watch the Sun, and drew life from it. Aaran who saw many things said, “Humanity too must learn to take life from the Sun, and give light back with our dead.” So a great pyre was built so that some dead might be burned, to give back the Sun's light.
            In his old age Aaran grew sick of mind; but still he was wise of heart. In fits he chased the Sun across the sky, screaming for its secrets, and was called mad; but he was sometimes answered; and Barab the second, his first sister, wrote the words he spoke. And he said:
            “My people will learn to bring brightness to the night, and move boulders with the Sun, though its touch be soft as the breeze.”
            But before Aaran fell, Barab was buried under the Temple; and Iori, the ninth, took up her pen for Aaran's last words. And in Aaron's last days he was taken by a great sickness of the body, and felt sure that his heart would freeze solid. So Aaran who saw many things took a knife to his chest, and carved his heart from between his ribs, offering it to the Sun. He expected warmth and a familiar voice; but instead his head rang with the voice of the void of night, Death itself. So Iori wrote thusly, as Aaran spoke:

            “The War will End by End of Night:
                        the Bringer's gift, the gift of Light.
            named thrice, then twice, and once again;
            is robbed by ice but first by fire;
                        will ride the sky in Mothers' den;
                        pull down the Sun from Woman's pyre;
                                    and know the true desire of Men;
                                    and know the truth of Men's desire.
            —said Death, the empty sky.”

            And Aaran was wrested from the tight grip of madness, and he rested in the soft arms of Death. And his people called themselves Empyri, for they lived united around the pyre. So was born the first people of Humanity.

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The Story of the Starlings

            Long after Aaran built his Sun Temple but before Erta freed the last of humanity to keep them close, Asarta, weary of her travels through infinity called Death, returned to her sister's side. Many years had passed since the birth of Humanity, and so she asked Erta, “How fare the children of Woman?” But Erta was silent, lest her voice wake humankind, who slept, for it was night.
            So Asarta asked Men, who still fought, the Sun’s body their weapon, “How fare the children of Woman?” But Men were silent, for in their warring they had yet to notice their children who walked Erta’s back.
            So Asarta turned to Humanity itself, but found them sleeping; and all her channels barred, she began to weep with frustration. She could not visit during what Humanity called day; for her eyes had grown fragile in the darkness of Death, and the Sun lit by Castor's fire blinded her. And her tears filled the valleys of Erta’s back.
            When day come, Asarta fled, and Humanity woke, finding huge waters where once was dust; but the water was tainted with salt, undrinkable, and so humanity stayed far from its shores. Yet there was one girl-child, whose life was sadness, who tasted the water and recognized it for tears; and though she searched the sky for signs of who had cried so endlessly, she could see nothing but the Sun’s light. So she brought with her two friends, both boys, to wait for night.
            In darkness Asarta returned, thinking to do violence on the Mother Erta for keeping their descendants bound, until she saw the awakened children beside her reflection in the water. She rejoiced, and said to them: “My children! Why sit you there, awake?”
            The girl spoke with reverence, saying, “Mother, I know this water for what it is; and I wish to comfort the one who wept these tears.” And Asarta smiled, and said, “I cry no more, child.”
            The girl was amazed, and asked, “But Mother, why did you let fall these tears?” And Asarta smiled, and said, “For humanity favored Erta above me, sleeping when I visited at night.”
            Asarta saw that there was a great forest at the edge of the basin that was full of her tears, and said to the children, “If you wish to bring me comfort, build yourself each a boat, so that you might live on the water and sleep in day; so that my image may be always above and below.” And the children agreed; but the girl, who was wise, asked, “How shall we see in the night?”
            Asarta looked at her reflection and answered, “I shall give you, and all who follow you, a piece of me left behind in my travels. My presence shall light your way.”
            And the children agreed. And they called the great water in which they could forever see Asarta’s reflection the See, and themselves the Starlings, for the birds who sparkled like Asarta in the night sky. So was born the second people of Humanity.

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The Story of the Bounders

            For a time there were the two peoples: the Empyri who drank from the Sun and the Starlings who were one with Asarta. And Erta mourned; for humanity who once dwelled in her bosom now walked her back, and gave worship only to the sky. And because the followers of Aaran numbered more than the Starlings, and because they were not guarded by the See, she called half their number to the cavern of Woman.
            Erta asked, “Why have you forsaken me, Humanity?” And Humanity said that they had not; for did she not still hold them to her?
            Erta asked, “Why have you given your hearts to the Sun?” And Humanity said that they had not; for did their hearts not pulse to the rhythm of her own?
            Erta asked, “Why do you not show me the same love as you do the Sun?” And Humanity said that they did; could she not read their faces, which spoke their thoughts silently, and gave their love to the soil?
            But still Erta was unsatisfied. So she turned to the philosophers of Humanity and asked how she could hold her children closer.
            They said, “To keep love close it must be free to leave.”
            She turned to the healers of Humanity and asked how she could win the hearts of her children.
            They said, “A heart can be none but its own while still beating.”
            And she turned to the mothers of Humanity and asked how she could learn the hidden thoughts of her children.
            They said, “In the eyes are written the truth of the mind.”
            And Erta listened to all.
            When the people she had gathered awoke in the morning, they found their bodies adrift, for Erta no longer held them tightly; and fearing the void of Death above, they made homes in the cavern of Woman, and in Erta’s bosom, so that a shield was above them at all times.
            They found their hearts could be made still and silent; and feeling how it was to be lifeless like the dirt, they felt one with the soil; and feeling how it was to be heartless, their hearts grew.
And they found their eyes colored with the truth of their feelings; and seeing their love, Erta smiled. And they called themselves the Unbound, for they were no longer fettered to the Mother they loved. So was born the third people of Humanity.



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