Omecka's Ledger....2
July 2nd 2009 02:28
In the time between the birth of Xiara and the birth of Aryan my people were well and happy. They developed, learned civilization, as people on all worlds do.
Not long after Xiara was born, the first peoples came to the Isle Iris. Ynatra was the birth of Wonder, that which is felt when one works magic for the first time.
Unbeknownst to all, on the Pupil Island, Pleasure and Desire ruled.
And the great continent of Divisia was in turmoil.
Where my most loved heart, Goldenstone, tends to follow along natural paths of human worlds, and the Isle Iris is her reflection, Divisia is that which is not known or not explained to these same worlds. So vast is she that she offsets my balance. She causes me to spin beneath TwiSun, and later, to stabilize that effect, came TwinSis.
On Divisia they would not hear me. On Goldenstone and the Isle Iris they knew me, they loved me. They saw my significance and I loved them in return. Xiara and Ynatra spoke my words of truth and all humans were happy to live within my influence. Even the tinyest organisims bade homage to me. I did not ask it of them, but was indeed happy to recieve it, and granted them great boons. Between them they sought to join their lines - the Royal blood of Goldenstone, the Holy blood of the Isle Iris. Occasionally, to keep the line strong, they incorporated the blood of villagers, or of the mystical Wolfen tribe.
I asked the Wolfen to remain seperate from the rest of humanity. I gave them their home in the Wolf Mountains, I gave them the Mighty Wolf Pack. Their charge was to observe, record, and keep harmony amoungst the races. Where the Isle and the palace of Goldenstone learned great civilization, the Wolfen remained primitive and clean.
The most of all civilization came from the teachings of my true child, Aryemathea. And she was born upon Divisia.
When Kalla and Lucifer tore forth from my womb, Divisia was a place of fire, lava and rock. Those born there were twisted and like to abominations - born out of the worst of imaginations. The Serpents, representatives of Ignorance. The Harpies, of Hate. The Unicorns of Love and the Dragons of Wisdom.
Aryemathea bred to her husband, the great king Amythest. She was not of Wisdom herself, and thus came to Goldenstone with few companions, leaving her eggs in the care of her king. Few of each race lived, and they were at war. How could they not be.
With a mighty frission I split the continent into four. I raised great castles from the earth. I gave each race a home, and in the centre, did live humans. In order to keep my most precious secrets they had to be severed from all other races and thus remain uncivilized. Though they live in fear of what flies above their heads, they keep their duty.
Between Divisia and my other side, I placed a thick barrier of magic that none may pass without my will. I, the physical manifestation of emotion itself, have such pain to bear. For the whole to function, all emotions must be in harmony. This is the test of Life. And here, where all from bloodlust to peace live in their pure forms, I must hold them. If I cannot, the universe spins out of control as all her creatures follow my lead.
Strange, that a being born of emotion, is not emotional itself.
As Yans drag by and seasons turn I become confused. The great evil of Luxor - Apathy - born on my surface causes all my Life to die, to lose its will. This obscures my vision of my own past.
And I cannot keep straight the lines which rule the emotions. Such calamity. Such destruction, after all we have wrought.
In Divisia, the boundaries begin to break down. Wisdom knows Ignorance. Love is infected by Hate. But I am sad to say, I do not care. Apathy holds me hard. For now, their boundaries hold.
On Goldenstone the Mighty Wolf pack merges to one great unholy beast that turns upon my beloved Wolfen, pure and untouched by the Yans of civilization. Om-Ra, my chief, turns to the castle for guidance and meets only Apathy. It cannot infect him - my reason for their isolation.
The Isle Iris falls into disrepair, and none have the will to fix it.
Pleasure and Desire, not needed, fall to sleep.
And the son of Carlotta and Lycan - the one we worked so many Yans to breed, the one we have waited so long for, the perfection of the two bloodlines, he lives, but he is lost. He knows not his heritage, Apathy has stolen his parents, Apathy opposes him. He hates it, but is infected by it, and thus cannot find will to fight it. Would not know how.
My Mighty Stag. If only I could whisper to you that a Hind comes to teach you to run once more. If only I could whisper the names of your holy parents and break this curse of forgetting. If only the slow and painful destruction of my loved daughter could spark me to wake.
But Apathy's claws hold me tighter than any of my children. The urge to do nothing, to sleep, to embody oblivion.....It is so strong and my will sleeps.....
At least, Kalla and Lucifer need Life. Horror, Terror, Bloodlust and Fear they may be, but for them to exist, they need living victims upon which to feed. This Apathy....It needs nothing...But nothing. Thoughts hurt it, activity is agony to it. Nothing it is and nothing it seeks.....
I hold to my scrap of conciousness. I cannot act, but I must remain aware. To my deepest heart I hold the spirit of Lucifer, while his Queen walks again.
To place our last hope in the hands of a demoness....
It is the only way. Without the words of Aryemathea, can she be strong enough? Can she see.....
Or have I doomed us? Would the universe prefer the nothingness of oblivion, or an eternity of blood and terror? Those seem to be the only choices left.
From such beauty in our beginnings, to have come to this....
Still, it is why I exist.....I exist......I must never forget, that I exist.....
Not long after Xiara was born, the first peoples came to the Isle Iris. Ynatra was the birth of Wonder, that which is felt when one works magic for the first time.
Unbeknownst to all, on the Pupil Island, Pleasure and Desire ruled.
And the great continent of Divisia was in turmoil.
Where my most loved heart, Goldenstone, tends to follow along natural paths of human worlds, and the Isle Iris is her reflection, Divisia is that which is not known or not explained to these same worlds. So vast is she that she offsets my balance. She causes me to spin beneath TwiSun, and later, to stabilize that effect, came TwinSis.
On Divisia they would not hear me. On Goldenstone and the Isle Iris they knew me, they loved me. They saw my significance and I loved them in return. Xiara and Ynatra spoke my words of truth and all humans were happy to live within my influence. Even the tinyest organisims bade homage to me. I did not ask it of them, but was indeed happy to recieve it, and granted them great boons. Between them they sought to join their lines - the Royal blood of Goldenstone, the Holy blood of the Isle Iris. Occasionally, to keep the line strong, they incorporated the blood of villagers, or of the mystical Wolfen tribe.
I asked the Wolfen to remain seperate from the rest of humanity. I gave them their home in the Wolf Mountains, I gave them the Mighty Wolf Pack. Their charge was to observe, record, and keep harmony amoungst the races. Where the Isle and the palace of Goldenstone learned great civilization, the Wolfen remained primitive and clean.
The most of all civilization came from the teachings of my true child, Aryemathea. And she was born upon Divisia.
When Kalla and Lucifer tore forth from my womb, Divisia was a place of fire, lava and rock. Those born there were twisted and like to abominations - born out of the worst of imaginations. The Serpents, representatives of Ignorance. The Harpies, of Hate. The Unicorns of Love and the Dragons of Wisdom.
Aryemathea bred to her husband, the great king Amythest. She was not of Wisdom herself, and thus came to Goldenstone with few companions, leaving her eggs in the care of her king. Few of each race lived, and they were at war. How could they not be.
With a mighty frission I split the continent into four. I raised great castles from the earth. I gave each race a home, and in the centre, did live humans. In order to keep my most precious secrets they had to be severed from all other races and thus remain uncivilized. Though they live in fear of what flies above their heads, they keep their duty.
Between Divisia and my other side, I placed a thick barrier of magic that none may pass without my will. I, the physical manifestation of emotion itself, have such pain to bear. For the whole to function, all emotions must be in harmony. This is the test of Life. And here, where all from bloodlust to peace live in their pure forms, I must hold them. If I cannot, the universe spins out of control as all her creatures follow my lead.
Strange, that a being born of emotion, is not emotional itself.
As Yans drag by and seasons turn I become confused. The great evil of Luxor - Apathy - born on my surface causes all my Life to die, to lose its will. This obscures my vision of my own past.
And I cannot keep straight the lines which rule the emotions. Such calamity. Such destruction, after all we have wrought.
In Divisia, the boundaries begin to break down. Wisdom knows Ignorance. Love is infected by Hate. But I am sad to say, I do not care. Apathy holds me hard. For now, their boundaries hold.
On Goldenstone the Mighty Wolf pack merges to one great unholy beast that turns upon my beloved Wolfen, pure and untouched by the Yans of civilization. Om-Ra, my chief, turns to the castle for guidance and meets only Apathy. It cannot infect him - my reason for their isolation.
The Isle Iris falls into disrepair, and none have the will to fix it.
Pleasure and Desire, not needed, fall to sleep.
And the son of Carlotta and Lycan - the one we worked so many Yans to breed, the one we have waited so long for, the perfection of the two bloodlines, he lives, but he is lost. He knows not his heritage, Apathy has stolen his parents, Apathy opposes him. He hates it, but is infected by it, and thus cannot find will to fight it. Would not know how.
My Mighty Stag. If only I could whisper to you that a Hind comes to teach you to run once more. If only I could whisper the names of your holy parents and break this curse of forgetting. If only the slow and painful destruction of my loved daughter could spark me to wake.
But Apathy's claws hold me tighter than any of my children. The urge to do nothing, to sleep, to embody oblivion.....It is so strong and my will sleeps.....
At least, Kalla and Lucifer need Life. Horror, Terror, Bloodlust and Fear they may be, but for them to exist, they need living victims upon which to feed. This Apathy....It needs nothing...But nothing. Thoughts hurt it, activity is agony to it. Nothing it is and nothing it seeks.....
I hold to my scrap of conciousness. I cannot act, but I must remain aware. To my deepest heart I hold the spirit of Lucifer, while his Queen walks again.
To place our last hope in the hands of a demoness....
It is the only way. Without the words of Aryemathea, can she be strong enough? Can she see.....
Or have I doomed us? Would the universe prefer the nothingness of oblivion, or an eternity of blood and terror? Those seem to be the only choices left.
From such beauty in our beginnings, to have come to this....
Still, it is why I exist.....I exist......I must never forget, that I exist.....
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