When the
world was born life flourished across every landscape, weather was more extreme
and beautiful at that time, than it ever would be again. The lush green of
life, bright reds of the setting sun and the crisp blue of the sky were a sight
to behold. The world was in its purest form. The Creator walked the land and
felt proud of its creation, but the world felt empty. The Creator sculpted
animals and insects from clay and stone. Just as the creatures were made they
sprang to life of flesh, feathers and scales. The world spun in the great void
for many years, never changing, always beautiful, always the same.
The Creator
had made trees, birds, beasts, insects, reptiles, fish and amphibians. Every
day the Creator would make something new, and every day the new invention would
please It. The beasts and bugs lived in the world but did not have an
understanding of it. A rabbit would enjoy eating the Creator’s grass and plant
life, but the rabbit didn’t stare at the sky in wonderment, the rabbit wouldn’t
be awed by the power of a thunderstorm.
The Creator loved the world It
created but It wanted more, It wanted something that would enjoy and appreciate
the world just as the Creator did. So the Creator decided to make new races of
creature. First were the stout folk, who were brought into the world out of the
stone and given life by the flames from the center of the world. The stout folk
came to life and were flesh and bone, but they never lost their strength of
stone or the fury and passions of fire.
The stout folk lived on the land,
but being made from the stone and flames they yearned to return to the rock.
The stout folk began digging tunnels and living underground. They journeyed on
the surface of the world but lived under it.
The Creator was pleased with his
creations, but still wanted more. The Creator made new beings out of wood and
breathed wind into the creations, giving them life and making them flesh, blood
and bone. The new creatures were the fair folk, they roamed the land at first
but were called away to the forests. They hid away in the trees as the wood and
wind of their birth called them to the treetops.
The Creator was also pleased with
the second of the complex creations, but wished that there would be a creature
that would live on the land and in the fields instead of hiding away in the
tunnels and forests of the world. So the Creator molded the land dwellers,
creatures destined to dwell on the land and all across it. The land Dwellers or
just Dwellers, were made from clay from the land, sand from the shore and rock
from the hills, they had wind, water and fire infused into their bodies and
were soon brought to life. The new creatures were the most complex things in
the world and as the first of the dwellers came alive, something strange happened.
The Dwellers were brought to life and now made of
flesh, blood and bone like the first two creations, but the first dwellers were
made of so much that every dweller began to vomit forth a type of waste. Black,
purple and brown slime was expelled from each of the first dwellers. The slime
seemed like it was trying to escape of its own will and even started to move.
The Creator was repelled by the
slime and struck it into the deepest corners of the oceans, into the land and
the sky. The Creator stashed away the repulsive slime so deeply that it would
never be able to harm the creatures of the world.
The dwellers were indeed complex
and aside from the setback of being so stuffed full that they expelled slime,
the Creator was still pleased. The dwellers lived on the land, they explored
the forests and caves, they swam in the oceans of the world and appreciated the
world just as the Creator did. The dwellers lived in the open fields and were
friendly with the Stout folk and Fair folk. All was well with the world.
The Creator watched the dwellers
for many years to be sure that they wouldn’t expel any more slime. The Creator
made a mental note to not pack so much into one being, next time a creature was
made.
The world spun in the great void,
the Dwellers and the folk of Tunnels and Forests all got along. While the
Creator and It’s creatures were living and prospering, something stirred in the
sky.
The
Dwellers changed to more suit the land, the Fair folk broke off into tribes and
the Stout folk started clans. This change was not good or bad, it just was a
natural part of the world and it fascinated the Creator. While the Creators
favorite pets changed, so did the slime. The Slime buried deep in every corner
of the world began to change to suit its environment. The world would not be
the same when the sins of the Creator finally broke free into the world of the
dwellers.
