Areyemathea Speaks...
December 9th 2009 00:53
I was not born, I was made.
Long before I became a legendary dragon under the drawbridge, I was a queen.
My shape was ethereal, and it rose from crystal rock. My eyes saw, but my body did not feel. I saw rock and crystal, I saw their particles, as my form rose up from the depths of the cliffs. As I came from it, fully formed, my body took on matter, and my four mighty talons became solid, and braced against the rock that had made me.
With the awareness that was mine I could percieve all around me, in a greater radious than my senses could fathom. I was deep within mighty caverns, and these caverns were the castles of Wisdom.
And I was curious. I had to SEE. And I knew then, that I was Curiousity.
Claws skittering, I galloped toward the light and launched myself into the sky, giving a mighty cry of joy as my wings took air and propelled me into Om's blue. I spiralled, I spun, plunged. My energy was boundless, my love eternal. This was my home, this was my Mother!
Though I could not hear words, I felt her presence. All about me - in air and earth, she was.
As I spun in the sky, I saw others like me. I knew, our form was called dragon, and that we were above all creatures and beasts. In the sky, we made three.
The smaller, I felt as brother to me. He modestly flew close to the ground, observing all life forms there. He was almost half my shape, and I felt great love for him, The Little One. Brother, Wounded One, Chilon, Defender of the Light. These words came to me whispered on Oms breath, and though I did not understand them, I felt great need to protect him, this Little One.
And there, spiralling in the sky, a form as large as mine, was a dragon I found beautiful. We dipped, we soared, we spun coyly by one another, both full of desire and shy. His body was leaner than mine, his tail and neck longer, his wings more reptilian, tipped with tiny claws on their bone spines. His wings tore the air, where mine, with their feathered fringes, stroked it lovingly.
As we spun, looking into each others eyes, I felt desire grow. I understood, Om would make creatures, but life must be obeyed. For Om to evolve, we must follow the pattern of life. The motions we made about each other were the oldest patterns of all - that of a mating dance.
With a coy turn of my neck I looked into his great yellow eyes. I admired his glittering scales, deep shades of purple dusk they were, and upon the wind, he whispered....."Areyemathea. I am Amythest, your King...."
With cries of joy we came together, grasping claws, tumbling wings, wrapping wind. We fell, we spiralled up only to fall again, we were one, joined, connected, eternal.
It took many of Oms hours for our large and powerful bodies to tire. We drank of crystal rivers, ate of sweet fruits, and alighted on our highest peaks. There we lay close to each other, tender as only lovers can be.
Within days I laid many eggs. The process was painful but Om was my midwife. She whispered that the pain of birth is the joy of creation. She spoke of the great dynasty of Wisdom, of which Amythest would be king. I could not hear her words, but her meaning was always clear to me, and I understood, I was beloved, first daughter, always. Curiosity was the key to evolution.
Upon one morning, I noticed an egg I had not borne. It had a strange sheen to it that my perfect pearl eggs did not have. Amythest claimed a beautiful serpent of green, bearing no limbs or wings, had come forth from the sea to mate with him as I had done. He claimed she had borne this strangely coloured egg.
At this time, I found it not strange, but was, as always, curious! Who was she, this serpent? What egg would be borne by her? I had great faith and love - all would be as Om wills it.
The young often have such optimisim!
I would soon learn to fear all serpents.
Within days I learned that our continent was more vast than we had realized. We had only flown above one small quater, and the continent was great and varied beneath us.
To our left, lived Ignorance.
We saw them take to the sky, just as we had done. A white serpent bearing two squat hind legs and a pair of wing arms. Four limbed, not six limbed, like us. Her mate, six limbed, but as unlike to us as they were to each other. He was greatly sized, covered in fat and black scale.
They were Sloth and Whitescale. They were the rulers of ignorance.
They bred horribly in the sky, no grace and dance as we had done, a clashing of flesh, a horrific and morbidly gross tangle as they scratched and bit at one another. We watched in silence, and then in horror, as directly after the mating, Whitescale slaughtered her mate. She hissed malevolently in our direction, before returning to her quater to bear Om knew what in her eggs.
We saw the wave of Hate, the cloud of harpies, to our right. All female, all twisted, deformed creatures, bird and woman, something that could not breed, could not produce, but could infect. I realized that their line stole from others to propitiate itself.
And when we had no hope, when we believed our children would be born into only hate and ignorance, than did we see the unicorns. Directly opposite of us, like us, caught in the jaws of what we cannot stand, yet balanced perfectly across from us, unicorns with wings, who gaurded Love.
As we had done, they danced in the sky. The Queen, Serene, and the King, Winglight. So comforted by their presence were we, we wept in each others arms. Love lived, love produced, love would spread across its continents.
Deep in the centre, between us all, humans lived. But I did not know of them then, and the only one who did and watched them with fascination was Chilon.
It only took days for us to begin to war. We in our wisdom saw no sense in it, Love had no need for it, but Hate had to, Ignorance knew no better, and as they attacked, we defended. It seemed we would do nothing but destroy each other.
Until Om intervened. By my deep connection with her I knew the pain it cost her. Like shaking oneself, she raised arms of rock, shook the depths until the continent cracked into four equal parts. Water flowed into the cracks to become great canals, and in the centre, the humans had a small place disconnected from us all. Above the water walls of magic flowed, enough to repel any who sought to cross.
The balance of Divisia was set.
Yet other continents needed balance. Om whispered urgently that my curiosity was needed elsewhere, and before my eggs could hatch, I followed her will across the sea, over the Circumference Miridian, and into Goldenstone, where I obliterated Lucifer and restrained Kalla.
This now my home, I built the Crystal Peaks, where I could fly to speak to the Wolfen, or wing across the great continent to land atop the Castle Goldenstone, where its great roof opened in the middle, so I and my kind could alight inside the throne room itself, to speak with the Queen Xiara.
Some of my kind followed me, brought word to me, of Amythest, his most beloved daughter, Princess Jade, daughter of the sea serpent. Of how well they ruled and kept the towers of Wisdom.
I longed for my King, yet I knew curiousity would not be sated by him alone. Here in Om's heart was my home, here where her greatest influence lies.
Long before I became a legendary dragon under the drawbridge, I was a queen.
My shape was ethereal, and it rose from crystal rock. My eyes saw, but my body did not feel. I saw rock and crystal, I saw their particles, as my form rose up from the depths of the cliffs. As I came from it, fully formed, my body took on matter, and my four mighty talons became solid, and braced against the rock that had made me.
With the awareness that was mine I could percieve all around me, in a greater radious than my senses could fathom. I was deep within mighty caverns, and these caverns were the castles of Wisdom.
And I was curious. I had to SEE. And I knew then, that I was Curiousity.
Claws skittering, I galloped toward the light and launched myself into the sky, giving a mighty cry of joy as my wings took air and propelled me into Om's blue. I spiralled, I spun, plunged. My energy was boundless, my love eternal. This was my home, this was my Mother!
Though I could not hear words, I felt her presence. All about me - in air and earth, she was.
As I spun in the sky, I saw others like me. I knew, our form was called dragon, and that we were above all creatures and beasts. In the sky, we made three.
The smaller, I felt as brother to me. He modestly flew close to the ground, observing all life forms there. He was almost half my shape, and I felt great love for him, The Little One. Brother, Wounded One, Chilon, Defender of the Light. These words came to me whispered on Oms breath, and though I did not understand them, I felt great need to protect him, this Little One.
And there, spiralling in the sky, a form as large as mine, was a dragon I found beautiful. We dipped, we soared, we spun coyly by one another, both full of desire and shy. His body was leaner than mine, his tail and neck longer, his wings more reptilian, tipped with tiny claws on their bone spines. His wings tore the air, where mine, with their feathered fringes, stroked it lovingly.
As we spun, looking into each others eyes, I felt desire grow. I understood, Om would make creatures, but life must be obeyed. For Om to evolve, we must follow the pattern of life. The motions we made about each other were the oldest patterns of all - that of a mating dance.
With a coy turn of my neck I looked into his great yellow eyes. I admired his glittering scales, deep shades of purple dusk they were, and upon the wind, he whispered....."Areyemathea. I am Amythest, your King...."
With cries of joy we came together, grasping claws, tumbling wings, wrapping wind. We fell, we spiralled up only to fall again, we were one, joined, connected, eternal.
It took many of Oms hours for our large and powerful bodies to tire. We drank of crystal rivers, ate of sweet fruits, and alighted on our highest peaks. There we lay close to each other, tender as only lovers can be.
Within days I laid many eggs. The process was painful but Om was my midwife. She whispered that the pain of birth is the joy of creation. She spoke of the great dynasty of Wisdom, of which Amythest would be king. I could not hear her words, but her meaning was always clear to me, and I understood, I was beloved, first daughter, always. Curiosity was the key to evolution.
Upon one morning, I noticed an egg I had not borne. It had a strange sheen to it that my perfect pearl eggs did not have. Amythest claimed a beautiful serpent of green, bearing no limbs or wings, had come forth from the sea to mate with him as I had done. He claimed she had borne this strangely coloured egg.
At this time, I found it not strange, but was, as always, curious! Who was she, this serpent? What egg would be borne by her? I had great faith and love - all would be as Om wills it.
The young often have such optimisim!
I would soon learn to fear all serpents.
Within days I learned that our continent was more vast than we had realized. We had only flown above one small quater, and the continent was great and varied beneath us.
To our left, lived Ignorance.
We saw them take to the sky, just as we had done. A white serpent bearing two squat hind legs and a pair of wing arms. Four limbed, not six limbed, like us. Her mate, six limbed, but as unlike to us as they were to each other. He was greatly sized, covered in fat and black scale.
They were Sloth and Whitescale. They were the rulers of ignorance.
They bred horribly in the sky, no grace and dance as we had done, a clashing of flesh, a horrific and morbidly gross tangle as they scratched and bit at one another. We watched in silence, and then in horror, as directly after the mating, Whitescale slaughtered her mate. She hissed malevolently in our direction, before returning to her quater to bear Om knew what in her eggs.
We saw the wave of Hate, the cloud of harpies, to our right. All female, all twisted, deformed creatures, bird and woman, something that could not breed, could not produce, but could infect. I realized that their line stole from others to propitiate itself.
And when we had no hope, when we believed our children would be born into only hate and ignorance, than did we see the unicorns. Directly opposite of us, like us, caught in the jaws of what we cannot stand, yet balanced perfectly across from us, unicorns with wings, who gaurded Love.
As we had done, they danced in the sky. The Queen, Serene, and the King, Winglight. So comforted by their presence were we, we wept in each others arms. Love lived, love produced, love would spread across its continents.
Deep in the centre, between us all, humans lived. But I did not know of them then, and the only one who did and watched them with fascination was Chilon.
It only took days for us to begin to war. We in our wisdom saw no sense in it, Love had no need for it, but Hate had to, Ignorance knew no better, and as they attacked, we defended. It seemed we would do nothing but destroy each other.
Until Om intervened. By my deep connection with her I knew the pain it cost her. Like shaking oneself, she raised arms of rock, shook the depths until the continent cracked into four equal parts. Water flowed into the cracks to become great canals, and in the centre, the humans had a small place disconnected from us all. Above the water walls of magic flowed, enough to repel any who sought to cross.
The balance of Divisia was set.
Yet other continents needed balance. Om whispered urgently that my curiosity was needed elsewhere, and before my eggs could hatch, I followed her will across the sea, over the Circumference Miridian, and into Goldenstone, where I obliterated Lucifer and restrained Kalla.
This now my home, I built the Crystal Peaks, where I could fly to speak to the Wolfen, or wing across the great continent to land atop the Castle Goldenstone, where its great roof opened in the middle, so I and my kind could alight inside the throne room itself, to speak with the Queen Xiara.
Some of my kind followed me, brought word to me, of Amythest, his most beloved daughter, Princess Jade, daughter of the sea serpent. Of how well they ruled and kept the towers of Wisdom.
I longed for my King, yet I knew curiousity would not be sated by him alone. Here in Om's heart was my home, here where her greatest influence lies.
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