The Words of WarSan
November 4th 2009 03:04
I was not born, I was made.
Still, any act of creation may be called birth. Even in this state of being 'made' rather than 'born', I understood myself to be unique in the universe. In my creation came an intense knowledge of Life and the ways of Life. Though I had life, was of it, I knew I was not following its natural path. Like so many things, this knowledge was instinctual.
I was created of Omecka's flesh. The process was excruciating, painful, the feeling of my bones coming true through her rock, my flesh layed down upon them from her earth, and finally, the skin and outer layers formed of her slick, volcanic mud. That is what I was on the day of my creation - a thing of mud, forged from her heat, literally rising through her surface to flail in her hot puddles.
And the first thing I knew as my palms touched her surface was this. She was my mother this planet. She had made me in the same way she herself was made. I knew - She was Emotion. She was feeling. That intangible thing, so subtle, was flesh, and it was beneath me, about me, it was me, as I was made flesh of her flesh.
So I, a man, fully formed, looked about myself, wiping hot mud from my eyes.
I saw others, naked as myself, wallowing in mud, trying to open their eyes. I knew not how to count, but it was a crowd. Man things, woman things, they rubbed at their eyes, desperate to see as they could feel, this thing that had made them. Despite the pain of birth, my first thought was to honour her, pay her homage somehow. After all, I lived, I WAS, and before that, I had not been. She had given me eyes with which to see, hands with which to touch, and in my newly made body I experienced urges and feelings of my own that added to her very density and strength.
My eyes saw only desolation. Nothing but mud and flame and heat, that made me feel discomfort and pain. My first thought was a simple one - to remove the discomfort. So, I stood, away from the flaming magma, and the feeling distilled to the soles of my feet. I was the first to stand, to turn about, and take in my surroundings.
Behind me, as I turned, I saw a structure. Black, in sharp relief from the red sky. It had four high towers on its corners, so high I could not see the tops. Directly before me, at the entrance, stood two figures.
One was male, and one was female. Both were naked as myself and yet they were cleaned of mud. So. They were older than me. By what margin I could not guess. Both stared at me with a direct and knowing gaze - I understood, by being older, they new more than me.
They were the first.
As the planet beneath me was emotion itself birthing into matter, thus these two were the specific emotions of birth. I did not know, specifically, what they embodied, but with my own birth so clear to me, I knew they must be to do with pain. Confusion. It was not for me to figure their purpose - or even my own. If they were first created by the revered HER, then I should serve them.
The woman spoke. "Welcome to Omecka" She said, her voice resonating in me as the most beautiful thing I had thus far experienced. She was as tall as me, her hair was fire, alive, moving, her eyes green, a sharp contrast to the red of the sky, the firey lava in the moat that lay about the castle. The two stood atop a bridge that lay across the lava, allowing entrance to the massive structure.
I wished to look about myself, but would not disrespect her by turning my back. These two were first - hence, they must be Gods. Representatives of Omecka, our mother. We shall serve them, I thought, and it shall be as it should be.
She smiled, as if she heard my thoughts spoken aloud. I felt uncertainty, sharp, stabbing, my first true feeling, and the thought, unbidden, came to mind....Red Witch.....
They turned and walked inside. They did not invite us to join them.
Rain began to fall, and the earth began to cool. The sky began to darken to ruddy orange and the discomfort of heat soon became the discomfort of cold. I turned to survey my companions.
Instantly I saw we were not created equal. There were females - though none as tall and nicely shaped as the red witch - and there were males. I saw, I was the eldest, the strongest, with bulky muscle and weathered hands. These differences enchanted me. I saw how they looked up to me. I realized, as I obey those who are first, these look to me for guidance. We are all the complex manifestations of the emotions of birth, and we will evolve as we may.
I had begun to shiver with cold, and those smaller than me were looking ill, though it was nice to see the mud washing off our skins, and I thought, human, humanoid, we are human. Of all the emotions in the universe, we had been given the shape of those who feel the most, those who have the ability to construct moral, ethic, and reason attached to such emotion.
I felt a massive responsability.
Like a perfect instinct it came to me - we need shelter. Yet there was nothing, my hands itched, knowing what to do, but we were alone on a muddy plain, lit only by the dull light of the lava in the moat, and the only shelter was....The Castle.
The Castle.
As if Omecka herself whispered to me, I understood the Castle had come before the first beings. It was a shrine, a structure, it represented something great and everlasting....The Heart of Life.....But these mysteries were not for me to know.
I looked longingly into the depths of its doorway. But we could not approach. Not without invitation. Those who were first had great power, and I did not. I was merely WarSan, servant and child. They were First, and thus, favoured.
I sat down in the cold wet mud, and the others did the same. Some sat together, sharing warmth. I knew Faith for the first time. We must have Faith, that we were created for purpose, and would fulfill the purpose. I knew the rain would bring change, but would the change be wrought in time to preserve us? The question was a quiet one. I had faith, I could wait.
Before long I knew a new discomfort. Thirst, I had conquered with the sweet water of the rain. But hunger came now, and I knew, to evolve, to grow, we needed to eat. But what? There were no plants growing, no animals living. There was only us.
We waited.
The holy pair came forth. She commanded our eyes - her consort seemed only a pale reflection of her power. And I understood - She was first, He was second. They were unlike us, but what else could be expected? They were first, loved, favoured, we were as nothing to such greatness.
The woman spread long fingered hands. "I am Kalla, First of the first Beings ever to be created on Omecka. This is Lucifer, Second only to me. We are the birth of individual feeling. We are Gods"
Unbidden, aganst my will, I spoke, "I am WarSan, first in the tribe. There is no God but Omecka herself"
The male seemed to snarl at me, the woman narrowed her eyes. "WarSan," she purred, "I am gifted with sight. You are the embodyment of savagery itself. You are an arm of me, part of me. You will do my will."
"We only wish to serve Omecka, she who made us"
"And who made her!" The man roared, such an unbelievable sound from one of such a small frame, short and slight he was, with little flesh on his bones, "She made us, but she did not make herself! Therefore, greater forces than her will work in this universe, and we are connected to those forces! We are here to direct her evolution, thus, to direct YOU!"
I said nothing, but I could feel something from the earth I sat upon. Like a high, desperate keening, and then I understood - what they said was true. Omecka could limit and direct the evolution of her creatures, but she could not control it. We were first, someday, there would be humans who revered us as ancestors, and what would those humans be like?
Once more, I felt great responsability. Strange, that Savagery embodied could have it.
I understood at that moment, such a shock it affected me physically - for me to understand responsability and faith, they must exist here!
And that brought......Curiosity.
I suddenly wanted to know everything about this world and the creatures on it. How big was she, our mother? What did her lands look like? What others were crawling from her muddy soil, her volcanic blood, her molten beating heart?
Kalla spoke. "You are hungry. Birth makes one hungry. We too, are hungry." Her smile was a horrid thing. I realized, despite my decision to revre her, and her obvious beauty, she revolted me.
" Hear now the process of life. Death and Life are part of one another. It is universal law that something must Die so another can live. The next universal law is survival of the fittest. That which acts first lives longest and becomes strongest. I know this because I am First. Follow my creed, and become strong."
She smiled. " I now command you, if hungry, to eat of your brothers and sisters"
No one moved. Her face distorted in fury. "You must LIVE! To live something must die! We are all that exist, the cycle is contained within us! There is no choice!"
I felt her words ripple through the crowd. They had had an impact. She spoke the truth, and some in the group were so newly formed they could not grasp any wrongness in her philosophy. She was first, they would follow.
But still, no one moved.
"Then, as I am first, I shall lead you" Her whisper reached every ear.
She pointed. The youngest, the smallest, a female, was the target of her fingertip. I felt her mesmerisim work the air, and the young thing was standing, walking, tranced, toward the red witch. The consort watched with wide open eyes, almost panting in his haste.
Her mesmerisim worked through the group, and I felt myself bound. I could do nothing but watch. She seemed to understand I would look away if I could. That I was sickened. And it gave her joy to force me to watch - furthermore, it made her stronger, it enhanced her abilities and made her poisonous energy deeper and greater.
As her power grew, thus did the consorts, flowing through her to him, and enhancing both.
I knew horror.
The small female, with hair like white gold and eyes blue as a sky I had never seen, reached the pair.
"I serve you" She whispered. The sacrifice felt no fear, no horror. She accepted that this was the way of Omecka.
I resisted, inside myself, what I felt to be my soul. I felt the great mother support me, as if I were her very hands, but I could not move.
The red witch placed her hands on the childs shoulders. She turned her to face us. Without a word, she placed her mouth at the childs neck......And bit deep. Blood flowed, but only a little, as the witch sucked up the majority into herself.
The consort, Lucifer, leaned forward and bit a chunk out of the childs shoulder. He looked at me as he chewed.
And I knew - The child was Innocence. And they were eating her alive.
Suddenly, I could move, I could act. In the intensity of feeding they had released me. I sprang to my feet, but could not approach them.
"Children of Omecka!" I screamed, "This is not the way!"
Roughly half looked at me with the same cold, hungry eyes of the First pair. I recoiled from them, running, gathering up those who would run with me, who would reject this abomination. I looked back and saw the pack, all of them, feeding on the child, Kalla and Lucifer snarling at the others as they fought for the majority share.
Survival of the fittest. How many would get eaten this day? How long until they were hungry again, and came for us?
Knowing not where, I ran.
And thus, was the birth of the first humans of Omecka.
Still, any act of creation may be called birth. Even in this state of being 'made' rather than 'born', I understood myself to be unique in the universe. In my creation came an intense knowledge of Life and the ways of Life. Though I had life, was of it, I knew I was not following its natural path. Like so many things, this knowledge was instinctual.
I was created of Omecka's flesh. The process was excruciating, painful, the feeling of my bones coming true through her rock, my flesh layed down upon them from her earth, and finally, the skin and outer layers formed of her slick, volcanic mud. That is what I was on the day of my creation - a thing of mud, forged from her heat, literally rising through her surface to flail in her hot puddles.
And the first thing I knew as my palms touched her surface was this. She was my mother this planet. She had made me in the same way she herself was made. I knew - She was Emotion. She was feeling. That intangible thing, so subtle, was flesh, and it was beneath me, about me, it was me, as I was made flesh of her flesh.
So I, a man, fully formed, looked about myself, wiping hot mud from my eyes.
I saw others, naked as myself, wallowing in mud, trying to open their eyes. I knew not how to count, but it was a crowd. Man things, woman things, they rubbed at their eyes, desperate to see as they could feel, this thing that had made them. Despite the pain of birth, my first thought was to honour her, pay her homage somehow. After all, I lived, I WAS, and before that, I had not been. She had given me eyes with which to see, hands with which to touch, and in my newly made body I experienced urges and feelings of my own that added to her very density and strength.
My eyes saw only desolation. Nothing but mud and flame and heat, that made me feel discomfort and pain. My first thought was a simple one - to remove the discomfort. So, I stood, away from the flaming magma, and the feeling distilled to the soles of my feet. I was the first to stand, to turn about, and take in my surroundings.
Behind me, as I turned, I saw a structure. Black, in sharp relief from the red sky. It had four high towers on its corners, so high I could not see the tops. Directly before me, at the entrance, stood two figures.
One was male, and one was female. Both were naked as myself and yet they were cleaned of mud. So. They were older than me. By what margin I could not guess. Both stared at me with a direct and knowing gaze - I understood, by being older, they new more than me.
They were the first.
As the planet beneath me was emotion itself birthing into matter, thus these two were the specific emotions of birth. I did not know, specifically, what they embodied, but with my own birth so clear to me, I knew they must be to do with pain. Confusion. It was not for me to figure their purpose - or even my own. If they were first created by the revered HER, then I should serve them.
The woman spoke. "Welcome to Omecka" She said, her voice resonating in me as the most beautiful thing I had thus far experienced. She was as tall as me, her hair was fire, alive, moving, her eyes green, a sharp contrast to the red of the sky, the firey lava in the moat that lay about the castle. The two stood atop a bridge that lay across the lava, allowing entrance to the massive structure.
I wished to look about myself, but would not disrespect her by turning my back. These two were first - hence, they must be Gods. Representatives of Omecka, our mother. We shall serve them, I thought, and it shall be as it should be.
She smiled, as if she heard my thoughts spoken aloud. I felt uncertainty, sharp, stabbing, my first true feeling, and the thought, unbidden, came to mind....Red Witch.....
They turned and walked inside. They did not invite us to join them.
Rain began to fall, and the earth began to cool. The sky began to darken to ruddy orange and the discomfort of heat soon became the discomfort of cold. I turned to survey my companions.
Instantly I saw we were not created equal. There were females - though none as tall and nicely shaped as the red witch - and there were males. I saw, I was the eldest, the strongest, with bulky muscle and weathered hands. These differences enchanted me. I saw how they looked up to me. I realized, as I obey those who are first, these look to me for guidance. We are all the complex manifestations of the emotions of birth, and we will evolve as we may.
I had begun to shiver with cold, and those smaller than me were looking ill, though it was nice to see the mud washing off our skins, and I thought, human, humanoid, we are human. Of all the emotions in the universe, we had been given the shape of those who feel the most, those who have the ability to construct moral, ethic, and reason attached to such emotion.
I felt a massive responsability.
Like a perfect instinct it came to me - we need shelter. Yet there was nothing, my hands itched, knowing what to do, but we were alone on a muddy plain, lit only by the dull light of the lava in the moat, and the only shelter was....The Castle.
The Castle.
As if Omecka herself whispered to me, I understood the Castle had come before the first beings. It was a shrine, a structure, it represented something great and everlasting....The Heart of Life.....But these mysteries were not for me to know.
I looked longingly into the depths of its doorway. But we could not approach. Not without invitation. Those who were first had great power, and I did not. I was merely WarSan, servant and child. They were First, and thus, favoured.
I sat down in the cold wet mud, and the others did the same. Some sat together, sharing warmth. I knew Faith for the first time. We must have Faith, that we were created for purpose, and would fulfill the purpose. I knew the rain would bring change, but would the change be wrought in time to preserve us? The question was a quiet one. I had faith, I could wait.
Before long I knew a new discomfort. Thirst, I had conquered with the sweet water of the rain. But hunger came now, and I knew, to evolve, to grow, we needed to eat. But what? There were no plants growing, no animals living. There was only us.
We waited.
The holy pair came forth. She commanded our eyes - her consort seemed only a pale reflection of her power. And I understood - She was first, He was second. They were unlike us, but what else could be expected? They were first, loved, favoured, we were as nothing to such greatness.
The woman spread long fingered hands. "I am Kalla, First of the first Beings ever to be created on Omecka. This is Lucifer, Second only to me. We are the birth of individual feeling. We are Gods"
Unbidden, aganst my will, I spoke, "I am WarSan, first in the tribe. There is no God but Omecka herself"
The male seemed to snarl at me, the woman narrowed her eyes. "WarSan," she purred, "I am gifted with sight. You are the embodyment of savagery itself. You are an arm of me, part of me. You will do my will."
"We only wish to serve Omecka, she who made us"
"And who made her!" The man roared, such an unbelievable sound from one of such a small frame, short and slight he was, with little flesh on his bones, "She made us, but she did not make herself! Therefore, greater forces than her will work in this universe, and we are connected to those forces! We are here to direct her evolution, thus, to direct YOU!"
I said nothing, but I could feel something from the earth I sat upon. Like a high, desperate keening, and then I understood - what they said was true. Omecka could limit and direct the evolution of her creatures, but she could not control it. We were first, someday, there would be humans who revered us as ancestors, and what would those humans be like?
Once more, I felt great responsability. Strange, that Savagery embodied could have it.
I understood at that moment, such a shock it affected me physically - for me to understand responsability and faith, they must exist here!
And that brought......Curiosity.
I suddenly wanted to know everything about this world and the creatures on it. How big was she, our mother? What did her lands look like? What others were crawling from her muddy soil, her volcanic blood, her molten beating heart?
Kalla spoke. "You are hungry. Birth makes one hungry. We too, are hungry." Her smile was a horrid thing. I realized, despite my decision to revre her, and her obvious beauty, she revolted me.
" Hear now the process of life. Death and Life are part of one another. It is universal law that something must Die so another can live. The next universal law is survival of the fittest. That which acts first lives longest and becomes strongest. I know this because I am First. Follow my creed, and become strong."
She smiled. " I now command you, if hungry, to eat of your brothers and sisters"
No one moved. Her face distorted in fury. "You must LIVE! To live something must die! We are all that exist, the cycle is contained within us! There is no choice!"
I felt her words ripple through the crowd. They had had an impact. She spoke the truth, and some in the group were so newly formed they could not grasp any wrongness in her philosophy. She was first, they would follow.
But still, no one moved.
"Then, as I am first, I shall lead you" Her whisper reached every ear.
She pointed. The youngest, the smallest, a female, was the target of her fingertip. I felt her mesmerisim work the air, and the young thing was standing, walking, tranced, toward the red witch. The consort watched with wide open eyes, almost panting in his haste.
Her mesmerisim worked through the group, and I felt myself bound. I could do nothing but watch. She seemed to understand I would look away if I could. That I was sickened. And it gave her joy to force me to watch - furthermore, it made her stronger, it enhanced her abilities and made her poisonous energy deeper and greater.
As her power grew, thus did the consorts, flowing through her to him, and enhancing both.
I knew horror.
The small female, with hair like white gold and eyes blue as a sky I had never seen, reached the pair.
"I serve you" She whispered. The sacrifice felt no fear, no horror. She accepted that this was the way of Omecka.
I resisted, inside myself, what I felt to be my soul. I felt the great mother support me, as if I were her very hands, but I could not move.
The red witch placed her hands on the childs shoulders. She turned her to face us. Without a word, she placed her mouth at the childs neck......And bit deep. Blood flowed, but only a little, as the witch sucked up the majority into herself.
The consort, Lucifer, leaned forward and bit a chunk out of the childs shoulder. He looked at me as he chewed.
And I knew - The child was Innocence. And they were eating her alive.
Suddenly, I could move, I could act. In the intensity of feeding they had released me. I sprang to my feet, but could not approach them.
"Children of Omecka!" I screamed, "This is not the way!"
Roughly half looked at me with the same cold, hungry eyes of the First pair. I recoiled from them, running, gathering up those who would run with me, who would reject this abomination. I looked back and saw the pack, all of them, feeding on the child, Kalla and Lucifer snarling at the others as they fought for the majority share.
Survival of the fittest. How many would get eaten this day? How long until they were hungry again, and came for us?
Knowing not where, I ran.
And thus, was the birth of the first humans of Omecka.
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