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 Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 4:19 pm
 A summary before you go on, as you aren't obligated to read the long version.
Long ago, Mother Nature and Father Time had a child, and that child was called a tree. This tree, called the World Tree (or Yggdrasil), has a world growing from each of it's roots, and celestial bodies (such as the moon, the sun, stars) hanging from it's branches.
Eventually dust began to gather on the tree as it grew older. The dust was not actually dust- each speck was a soul. These souls were the first beings ever in existence, and they were sent off to occupy the worlds at the Yggdrasil's roots. They became the rulers of these places, inheriting the names of Hades, Gaia, and other such gods.
The dust that came to our world was accidentally split in two, creating two opposites. And they are the ones that made our world how it is today; we call them 'Order and Chaos', or 'Yin and Yang'.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 4:32 pm
Things are not always as they seem. Some of life's more accute intricacies are greater than they themselves portray, and some are not... If another life was handed to you, another place, another time- would the rules of reality hold much sway?
Ah, but that is reserved for another day. A time when Order has finished writing with the pen she stole from Chaos.
I was but a simple bystander then, and I still am today. I was there when the sky was painted with blue, and reflection was doubled for her crimes. I was there when the clouds came, when the seasons first sang- when you were born, my friend, and perhaps I'll still be around to see you pass on before me.
But to tell you about myself is not why I was made, nor why I was given a voice. This spirit is only good for telling a wary tale, and such a tale for you it shall become... and what I'm about to tell you is an ancient one, one of the many glimmers that was lost in murky waters. My father handed it down to me as his father did for him, and so I shall pass it along to you. Because, after all, you're merely a bystander too.
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It was so very, very long ago that the world was made of cogs so it could turn. It was long before man made gods, being much earlier than man himself. And it was a time much like right now, where Mother Nature and Father Time were fast asleep. It felt like this very moment does, when the aura of existence was being harvested by those who sowed the seeds... and watered them.
One such seed was named the Yggdrasil.
The Yggdrasil was what we would come to call a tree, created from a single seed- the child of Mother Nature and Father time. Where it was planted is a mystery, even to this day.
Now, the Yggdrasil wasn't just any tree. It was the first of it's kind, and therefore one of the grandest things you would have ever seen. It's branches made up the celestial heavens, and roots that made up each of the celestial worlds...
Whoever planted such an extroadinary thing must have given up their own heart to keep the Yggdrasil alive.
It is here, at the first Tree, that everything began. Because you see, while the Tree sat somewhere between heaven and hell, there was dust that drifted off the Yggdrasil's leaves. Each speck of this dust was able to think, to love, and to hurt. They became the first souls, and many think this is how our souls are still created today.
Now the Yggdrasil hadn't expected such a thing to happen, but happen it did. The Tree was unsure of exactly what these souls were, but it knew of one sure thing: the worlds and heavens growing at it's roots and branches were uninhabited. They needed something to live in them, some reason to exist.
So the great Tree had an idea. It had each soul travel to a different root or branch, each to a different place. Later, these souls would become entire rulers of planets, star systems, and worlds all their own. They would inherit the name of Gaia, Mag Mell, Hades, and many others.
It is here that the creators of our world come in. They were younger than the rest, having split from the same piece of dust, and so were contrasting shades of each other- opposites, as they were called. One light, and the other dark. One good, and the other inherently evil.
They couldn't really be seperated from each other for very long, so they went to the same world together.
It would be the start of our universe, and our very lives.
They passed many worlds that had already started on their way downward, narrowly avoiding some, and perilously missing others, until they had at last found the end of their route: A tiny place, something so small and undeveloped that it couldn't be more than a few minutes old. It looked like nothing, spoke like nothing, and felt like nothing.
And when they entered it, they found the void. The void was a giant tesseract of nothingness, a place where life loses it's way. It is much like the place where we are before we are born into the world, somewhere that can't be seen or described- but it exists.
It was a spider's time trap, and the souls only strayed in too far.
At the time, the void remained as it was because there was absolutely nothing at all inside of it. But those souls soon changed that.
Immediately things burst forth in ivory flame and ebony plume, each color and emotion creating places all their own in contrasting shades. Cantumwood was born from this, and so was it's opposite, Crow Villiage. Mephitis and The Great Spirit were made.
That is also why, in our world, we have balance. Light and dark. Up and Down. Good, and Evil.
And that is how all living things here were born. That is how we came to be, from the touch of two specks of dust.
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Well, my friend. That is the end of the story for today.
If you come again, I'll be right here though. And perhaps I'll have another one to tell.
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