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thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 11:10 pm
thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 11:10 pm
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And the gods clambered together, crowding and shoving one another to see what they made, this strange, beautiful little place. It wasn’t intentional, not at first. n It had been a drop of blood, a tear, a bead of sweat. Bits and pieces of them had fallen into the sky and started gathering, started blending together and, before they new it, they had this strange, wonderful little place.
But it looked so lonely, one of them had said. So vacant.
And another smiled, gently reaching out to the stars before them and weaving them together with pieces of her hair, stringing them together until she had something small and fragile in her hands. A man, she sad, and a woman, and another one, who was both man and woman and yet neither one at all.
She slipped them into the world and, for a time, they looked happy.
But they got lonely and the gods didn’t like that. They didn’t want them to feel abandoned, to feel as if all they had was each other. There was a whole world to be explored and yet there was nothing in that world to get to know.
So another god sat down one day, taking the world into his hands and started crafting details, he chiselled away at the land and made mountains and valleys and varied the land, so it wasn’t quite as flat. There were forests now, lakes and streams and meadows. So many places for the three of them to explore.
And they were happy, they were so excited to have this new adventure to go on.
And everything was good for a time.
But the gods knew there was something missing, something that was not quite right.
So they dug through he land, playing in the waters and getting to know what they created. They ran through the forests themselves and danced in the rain. They got to know their creation because it seemed the best way to know what it would need.
And then it struck them. This was a wonderful place, a beautiful one. It shouldn’t belong to just three people, or four, or five.
So they reached into the ground itself and pulled up the animals, reached into the sky and formed the birds from the clouds and the fish from the sea. They were already there, honestly, just waiting to be created. It had just taken the gods some time to notice.
And then the people and the animals lived together, they danced upon the Earth and celebrated the fact that they were alive and together and had a wondrous place to spend their time.
And the gods? Well the gods curled up together, nestling against one another and smiled proudly at what they had created.
But it looked so lonely, one of them had said. So vacant.
And another smiled, gently reaching out to the stars before them and weaving them together with pieces of her hair, stringing them together until she had something small and fragile in her hands. A man, she sad, and a woman, and another one, who was both man and woman and yet neither one at all.
She slipped them into the world and, for a time, they looked happy.
But they got lonely and the gods didn’t like that. They didn’t want them to feel abandoned, to feel as if all they had was each other. There was a whole world to be explored and yet there was nothing in that world to get to know.
So another god sat down one day, taking the world into his hands and started crafting details, he chiselled away at the land and made mountains and valleys and varied the land, so it wasn’t quite as flat. There were forests now, lakes and streams and meadows. So many places for the three of them to explore.
And they were happy, they were so excited to have this new adventure to go on.
And everything was good for a time.
But the gods knew there was something missing, something that was not quite right.
So they dug through he land, playing in the waters and getting to know what they created. They ran through the forests themselves and danced in the rain. They got to know their creation because it seemed the best way to know what it would need.
And then it struck them. This was a wonderful place, a beautiful one. It shouldn’t belong to just three people, or four, or five.
So they reached into the ground itself and pulled up the animals, reached into the sky and formed the birds from the clouds and the fish from the sea. They were already there, honestly, just waiting to be created. It had just taken the gods some time to notice.
And then the people and the animals lived together, they danced upon the Earth and celebrated the fact that they were alive and together and had a wondrous place to spend their time.
And the gods? Well the gods curled up together, nestling against one another and smiled proudly at what they had created.