History of False World
Jun 27, 2012 18:08:30 GMT -5
Post by Twilight on Jun 27, 2012 18:08:30 GMT -5
Legend of The First Born
Only a few remember, the First Born, the ones that are older than even they care to recall. Only they can recall the name of the world they called home and the history that brought it into being. They remember, because they helped create it.
The First were four, named Anor, Laer, Neleg, and Neth. No one knows what species they were, but they were gifted with the powers of their godly parents and together they used their gifts to shape the world. At the time of their birth, the world was flat and held no shape and no light, but the single dry scar in the land that later will be known as the Dried River Bed.
Deep in their souls, the First could hear voices of beings that were as ageless as the land around them. They whispered the name of the world and guided the First in their actions. It is said that, once their tasks were completed, the First Born traveled to the Dried River Bed and left their bodies behind them, becoming the spirits of the world, demigods of sorts.Anor was the brightest of the First, in more ways than one, as he learned quickly and the more he knew, the brighter his golden fur would shine in the darkness. He soon became so bright that the others could not look directly at him, but because of him they could see the world through the darkness.
It is said in stories that he was the child of Sontath, God of Seasons, and the weather is dependent on Anor’s mood. Sadly, Anor is cursed with a pain in his heart, the pain of a lost love.
Laer had been the only female, and she was more beautiful then any before or after her. She was said to be only second to her voice and her songs. Her fur was woven from silver songs and as such it became more lovely as she grew older and learned more songs from her father, Ranka, God of Music, who sang inside her.
She was happy, her songs brought peace and love to the First Born. Only, as she became beautiful, Anor and Neleg began to feel an irresistable attraction to her. They courted and they brought her gifts. Anor brought her warmth in his illuminated fur, while Neleg brought to her the most beutiful of gardens and small furry creatures that made Laer's heart melt.
Neleg was the child of Tonrai, god of abundance. He was born with a white pelt, and his pawsteps encouraged the growth of plants beneath him. Flowers and shrubs would grow in his wake and preybeasts would develope from his breath and words, providing the First with food and covering the world with beutiful gardens.
Oh, Laer loved them both, but Neleg felt the cold grip of greed to possess the one thing he could not create more of. He asked Laer to choose him over Anor.
Laer, horrified that she must choose, snapped at Neleg and told him that his greed had cost him her friendship and then she ran away. She ran to the brightness on the horizon, to Anor.
She met Neth first, and he was planting something in the ground. The seeds were twisted and ugly to Laer's eyes but Neth seemed to think they were the beautiful thing in their world. He was the son of Tenki, god of birth, and therefore had always had the greatest care for young life. He was also Neleg's adopted little brother, often going to him for help. Laer paused to sing Neth a song as he worked, which helped to start the seeds growing. Then she gave him an affectionate nuzzle as she moved on to find Anor.
Neleg was next to come to Neth, but he didn't part ways as quickly. Instead he placed his paw over Neth's seedlings and they began to grow larger gradually. Neth and Neleg took turns speaking to the growing plants, which grew huge and bore sweet fruit. Neleg allowed the tree to grow and, feeling that birth and life should not be so brief, Neth slept that night under the branches, praying to his father for life to grow in the great trees. The next morning, there were large coccoons in the trees, bigger then any fruits before them but they did not appear ready to be plucked.
Neleg had spent that night sleeping at the edge of the Dried River Bed, debating just allowing the gods to take his life by stepping into the dead river. But as he lay there, his mind became full of thoughts of dislike and pain, of revenge. Laer and Anor had caused him this pain, but he could not fully blame Anor since it was Laer who had torn this hole in his heart. Anor was merely the salt that made the wound sting.
Why didn't Laer love him? He would have given her the world and she.... She would pay. He would make her pay!
The skies above began to become so bright, the air so warm and fresh, a sign of Anor's happiness as Laer reached him. Neleg did not feel this warmth, and as he looked at his paws he saw how his luminecent white fur had become as black as the darkness he was born into. In front of him were huge figures of shifting darkness, their eyes as bright as Anor's fur and their teeth just as white as Neleg had been.
On the will of their creator, the creatures ran across the skies, toward the song that filled the air. The music soon turned to a world shattering scream, then silence. Followed by cold and flecks of white. Snow. The cold caused the trees and plants to whither and Neleg could hear the pain of Neth, who cried for the lose of his beloved trees and the lives that were growing in them.
Neleg, confused, ran to meet his friend, but Neth did not seem to recognize the black creature as Neleg, and he ran away, smelling the sour hate in Neleg's soul and feeling that he was the death of his beloved newborns.
Neleg looked at his paws, hoping to see the usual flowers and tall grass growing, but the snow had killed the plants, so all that was there was the unbroken white sheet.
Neleg ran to Anor, seeing the light fading rapidly. Anor was crouched over a still silver form, the body twisted and broken but there was no blood. Laer didn't move, she didn't breathe... she was dead!
Horrified by what he had done, for it was clear he was the cause of it, Neleg helped Anor carry Laer's body to the Dried River Bed and lay her there, to rest in peace. Not long after, Laer's silver form faded and rose to the heavens like smoke.
It was not her time to pass into the afterlife, she had died far to soon. So the gods allowed her to remain, in spirit in the skies. The darkness on the sky exploded with speckles of light, and in the center of it all there was a huge star, which glowed a silver light. Laer became the moon and helped provide light to the world whenever Anor felt tired.
Anor, Neleg, and Neth all raised their voices then, to sing tribute to their beloved sister. As they fell silent, they could swear they heard Laer's song in reply, as the moon bathed them in silver light.
Neleg, broken by his actions, soon allowed his body to be disolved in the Dried River Bed, wanting to join his beloved in the heavens above, but he did not appear in the skies as Laer did. Only the snow melted and green plants, flowers, and fruit bearing trees revived and made the world beutiful again.
Anor followed with Neleg, laying beside the dark, broken creature that only wanted to make up for his wrong doings. Anor wanted also to be with Laer, but unlike Neleg, Anor kept his body in the afterlife. He did not wanting to leave the world in darkness.
For this selflessness, he was allowed to live in the skies, following his sweet Laer across the heavens and providing the world with light and warmth as the sun. The curse of this though, was that his body still feels the pain from her death. It still haunts him to this day, and during the time he is happy, the world will be warm, and while he is in pain it will be icy cold.
Neth lingered in the world, nurturing life back into the child bearing trees and pleaded to the gods for a way to never see them die again. His plea was granted by Anor's father, Sontath, and forever the three surviving trees were not affected by the cold of winter.
Neth lived for hundreds of seasons, rearing the young that hatched from the coccoons and healing their frail mortal sicknesses. He told them the story of his siblings and what became of them. He told them how each tree was the remnants of Anor, Laer and Neleg.
He told them how to predict the change of seasons:"Anor knows when the pain will start, and when it will end, so if you feel the air start to get cool or warm, then you know he is transitioning from one phase to the next."
He taught them how to listen for the voices of the gods:"At your lowest point, be silent and listen to the wind. Hear how the wind blows through the trees and you may hear Laer's song of love and comfort."
And he told them of Neleg's pain and sacrifice:"My brother Neleg was torn by the most poisonous pain there is in the world. He did not understand it, he could no longer hear his father's voice within him and his fur changed as his heart searched for a cure. He found peace when he allowed the gods to reclaim his heart. His passing stopped the cold and brought the life and beauty you see all around you in our world."
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Some say Neth allowed himself to fade as his friends did, and became the cycle of rebirth that allows more life to come from the coccoons. Others say he wanders the lands still, telling his story to any who will listen, and enjoying feel of new life through his paws. He has forever loved the feel of life, the sweetness of peace, for he had never seen the world for what it was. He is blind, after all.
Name - Meaning - Lineage
Anor – Sunlight - Son of Sontath, God of Seasons
Laer – Song - Daughter of Ranka, God of Music
Neleg – Tooth - Son of Tonrai, God of Abundance
Neth – Young – Son of Tenki, God of Birth