Post by Avi on Dec 3, 2006 17:10:29 GMT -5
Way off in the corner of the universe, which wasn’t space, heaven, hell, nor earth or any other sort of mass, was the Realm of Prayers. It was here time didn't exist, and thoughts, dreams, and hopes to Jilath and Vintaph accumulated. It was here that the two deities met in peace; as it was their birthplace and they were beholden to this to be indifferent, and possibly friendly, towards each other.
In this calm area of the gods, something unusual was taking place.
Prayers, both blue and green, and in age spanning over thousands of years, were forming together in clumps. These clumps were increasing in size rapidly, fusing with the other clumps and contorting into different directions with no rhyme or reason.
An extraordinary thing was happening.
Prayers had no mass or atoms. They were purely essences of hopes and dreams, lies and nightmares. Calling them insubstantial was an extreme understatement. But now the final bits of green-and-blue prayers combined, and a large sphere of those two hues whirled -which, coincidentally, it looked exactly as the world of Kinuva did from space- before the entire orb became built of atoms. The mass was peaceful for a few moments, yet then the quarks rebelled, and suddenly the electrons, protons, and neutrons made up the quarks instead of the other way around, and were truly reversed. This, too, was impossible, and more impossibly the sphere shimmered with CREATED energy before imploding...
Nothingness could not become mass.
Atoms could not reverse themselves.
Energy could not be created.
But when this did happen...
A deity was formed.
The goddess stepped away from where she had been birthed. Immediately she wavered and collapsed- but caught her on a ground she formed. Very quickly she had learned the God’s Realm could be manipulated, changed in any way to suit her.
The pale goddess had the build and poise of a dancer, lean yet strong. Slowly she stood, wrinkles falling out of a blue dress she wore which looked both simplistic and elegant. Wings unfurled; unlike those of her siblings, hers were cobalt black rather than white. A case of some sort was swung over a shoulder, gleaming blue-black with silvery clasps. Seemingly tired of standing, the new deity began building herself a backless chair. Dark wings shook off miniscule, sparkling remnants of prayer as the young goddess seated herself and looked about, listening with a perceptive ear.
A slow smile swam across her face as she heard a small sound. Humorously, she called, “Jilath, Vintaph! Come out of hiding and greet your new little sister!”
The words were said in a voice as clear as ice and as flowing as a windy field of grain, but layered over with a mocking honeyed tone that indicated sarcasm. It was in this she showed her disrespect for her older siblings, and how little she though of them and their power.
And there was nothing they could do about it.
Smugly, the goddess nestled further into the chair, waiting for a reply and furling her lovely wings.
Illyra was there to stay.
In this calm area of the gods, something unusual was taking place.
Prayers, both blue and green, and in age spanning over thousands of years, were forming together in clumps. These clumps were increasing in size rapidly, fusing with the other clumps and contorting into different directions with no rhyme or reason.
An extraordinary thing was happening.
Prayers had no mass or atoms. They were purely essences of hopes and dreams, lies and nightmares. Calling them insubstantial was an extreme understatement. But now the final bits of green-and-blue prayers combined, and a large sphere of those two hues whirled -which, coincidentally, it looked exactly as the world of Kinuva did from space- before the entire orb became built of atoms. The mass was peaceful for a few moments, yet then the quarks rebelled, and suddenly the electrons, protons, and neutrons made up the quarks instead of the other way around, and were truly reversed. This, too, was impossible, and more impossibly the sphere shimmered with CREATED energy before imploding...
Nothingness could not become mass.
Atoms could not reverse themselves.
Energy could not be created.
But when this did happen...
A deity was formed.
The goddess stepped away from where she had been birthed. Immediately she wavered and collapsed- but caught her on a ground she formed. Very quickly she had learned the God’s Realm could be manipulated, changed in any way to suit her.
The pale goddess had the build and poise of a dancer, lean yet strong. Slowly she stood, wrinkles falling out of a blue dress she wore which looked both simplistic and elegant. Wings unfurled; unlike those of her siblings, hers were cobalt black rather than white. A case of some sort was swung over a shoulder, gleaming blue-black with silvery clasps. Seemingly tired of standing, the new deity began building herself a backless chair. Dark wings shook off miniscule, sparkling remnants of prayer as the young goddess seated herself and looked about, listening with a perceptive ear.
A slow smile swam across her face as she heard a small sound. Humorously, she called, “Jilath, Vintaph! Come out of hiding and greet your new little sister!”
The words were said in a voice as clear as ice and as flowing as a windy field of grain, but layered over with a mocking honeyed tone that indicated sarcasm. It was in this she showed her disrespect for her older siblings, and how little she though of them and their power.
And there was nothing they could do about it.
Smugly, the goddess nestled further into the chair, waiting for a reply and furling her lovely wings.
Illyra was there to stay.
