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|How did the world begin and how will it end?||
From the Book of Luriel:
It is said that the world began with the birth of a small seed. This seed, aptly named Biyare (one who gives life) sprouted from the depths of eternity. It is at this moment that time, according to the wise men, began. A single ripple in the pool of stillness set off a spark in the distance. This Biyare plant grew stronger, and as it grew and matured, it released its seeds creating more of its progeny. At this time, due to the rapid propagation rate of these plants, small creatures known as vos (one) appeared. There are many theories as to how and why they came into being, but none of these hypotheses hold any weight. The most common idea among the natives is the idea that the Biyare plant also gave birth to these creatures. This hypothesis cannot be proven or unproven, as these plants are no longer in existence. For all intents and purposes we regard this idea as a myth.
From the Book of Myrtheniel:
The world began with the birth of a single Biyare plant. From this plant sprouted life and time. Creatures sprang in multitude from a single bloom from this flower, and both lived harmoniously with one another. As more and more Biyare plants came into being, more of these creatures came into being. They lived within these plants, interacting with one another. These small creatures decided to call themselves vos, as they were one with each other and the plants. After several centuries, something happened. The Biyare plants began to change, and the vos that sprung from them changed as well. The Biyare plants began to grow taller than they had before; some were almost as tall as trees. Although this concerned the vos, the sources of greatest concern were the strange creatures born from these strange plants. Winged creatures, the vos named them metos (separate), began to emerge from these plants. Now the vos were strictly land dwelling creatures, and they could not help but jeer at the strange things with wings. However, as the years went by, the shorter Biyare plants died out. As these plants died out, the original vos became all but extinct while the metos thrived in the sky. The Biyare plants continued to grow to even taller heights, until the metos were living among the clouds. And there they continue to live.
From the Book of Huile:
Metos, in the old tongue, is defined as “separate” and indeed the metos is separate. There are three different types of metos, based upon their different wings. The Queen and her subjects have very fragile, yet quite beautiful wings, although they seem to serve only decorative purposes. Rarely any of the Queen’s subjects leave the castle, let alone the island. Those outside of the castle appear to have the wings of the original metos. Their wings allow them to travel the great distance between each island, although not quite as elaborate as the Queen, they are still quite extraordinary, as the wings are both sturdy and fragile at the same time. And finally, the Ta’alet, or the military personnel have perhaps the most rugged wings of the three. Not made for beauty but rather for combat, these feathered fliers can fly faster than anyone, but can also sustain heavy damage to their wings.
It is almost time. The wind smells of change, and the earth speaks of bloodshed. It is almost time.
* * *
“Grandfather, was there really people with no wings once?”
“Well that is what the book of Myrtheniel says. But what is it my little Iüte? You look concerned.”
“Do you think the vos are mad at us?”
“Don’t worry you’re silly, little head about it. It’s just a story. If the vos existed, that would mean that somewhere way, way below us they are still alive. Now how would they get up here if they have no wings?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the made wings so they can fly up here and get us?”
“Ahahaha…you are getting clever. Now go and play with your little friends, Iüte, and don’t worry about anything!”
* * *
“Queen, you called for me?”
“Yes, thank you for coming on such short notice, but I must hand over the crown immediately.”
“But Queen, it is still too early. You still have many years ahead of you and she is not adequately prepared for this job. You cannot…”
“I must, something is not right. I must hand the throne over to Temilah.”
“We must hold the ceremony at once.”
“But your majesty, it is not even winter yet, that is the traditional time for this change. You cannot just expect everyone to accept that you are leaving and accept this inexperienced young one. Please be reasonable. At least wait a few more years so that we can teach her some more.”
“No…the winds are changing. Something is not right.”
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