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Legend of Elenmitis Part 6

“I think so, Elenmitis.  Humans don’t want to agree.  Perhaps, you gave them too much power,” The World said, definitely sounding concerned.

Elenmitis couldn’t take the power back.  He frowned.  “It is done. There isn’t much I can do now.”

“Hopefully, it wasn’t a mistake.”

Elenmitis settled down and watched things change.

The humans became very different from one another.  They had different governments, different laws, and belief systems.  They started to develop a way to travel to each other, their anger was different.  No longer did they feel the need to change their neighbors.

The World and Elenmitis agreed this had managed to work itself out.  But, now Elenmitis grew antsy once again.  Everything had settled into the same boring patterns.

“Why don’t you make some more realms?  They have good and evil, but nothing else.  This world is of magic as well.” The World had tired of Elenmitis fussing.

Elenmitis made a realm of fire called Ixcoz.  He made a creature of flame and temper to live there.  Next came Honin the realm of Earth, creatures of life and steadiness for that one.  Water was called Dael with beings that were fluid and mutable.  And last he made Vayu a land of air.  The beings there were flighty and light.  Again, he observed.

The humans summoned those creatures. And used them the same they did the angels and their demons.  However, the elemental creatures were a bit more powerful, for they had been made by Elenmitis, and not a mortal mind.  Something strange happened, more powerful beings in these realms rose up to rule over the rest.

They became minor gods to the glory that was Elenmitis.  At first, he was a bit annoyed about it.  He wanted their worship for himself.

The World laughed at him.  “You wanted things to be interesting, but you fuss when they change.”

He admitted The World was right, and let them be.  And, because he hadn’t changed anything else, something completely unexpected happened.

The angels, demons, and elementals began to breed with human kind.  They made more powerful humans, who the humans called planeborn.  Every society had different opinions on them, and he found them fascinating.  Some were more like their plane parent, others were more human.  And they bred among each other, making a dizzying array of ancestry.

Elenmitis considered using his power to make sure the planeborn were accepted into society.  However, The World stopped him.  “Have you not noticed a trend, Elenmitis?”

“A trend, what trend?” Truly baffled he didn’t know what the World was referring to.

“Whenever you don’t allow things to take their normal course, you grow bored.  It is only when you don’t try to fix things that everything stays interesting.  You are getting too involved in their day to day affairs.”

Author’s Note: This was supposed to go last week, but some kind of user error occurred.  Sorry about that. 

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Legend of Elenmitis Part 5

Elenmitis actually thought The World was making sense.  “I won’t give too much away, a touch to every person.”

He flew over the world, giving an equal amount to each human.  Even as he did so he realized some had better access to the power.  And others, even simply could absorb and use more.   Excitement built up in him.  He then told his priests to spread the world that everyone now had power.  And he stood back and waited to see what happened.

At first they were thrilled that they could do magic.  It started simple.  They used it to light fires, attack each other, hunt, and make shelters.  Slowly, they grew more sophisticated, they healed each other, and they made protective spells.  Eventually, they began to disagree with how magic should be used.  And then something happened Elenmitis would have never predicted.

They made a realm of Evil and Chaos, and a realm of Good and Peace.  They called the realm of Good was Vita.  And the realm of Evil was Silt.  And, the humans had made it with their own god touched power.   As the years moved forward, each realm was inhabited by creatures of the human’s creations.  Creatures who were the embodiment of human beauty, power, and grace.  Elenmitis was thrilled.

As the world was one continent the people began to war more heavily.  They would summon and be used by these creatures they made.  The wars grew bloodier, and darker.  And Elenmitis realized if he left well enough alone, they would kill themselves off.  In response, he spilt the world into four parts.

Northern parts he put the people who believed in freedom and independence.  This was a cold place with mountains and rolling hills.  In the Southern kingdoms, people who give anything to the family, and power.  A dry land filled with rich rivers, and harsh winds that blew sand everlasting.  In the Eastern kingdom, he put people who believed in the importance of nature, and living one with the world.  Lush forests, deep jungles had dangerous creatures living beside them.  And the last kingdom for those who believed in keeping their word over any other concern.  This land had a variety of landscapes, cold and hot in turns.

He waited to see the results.  The fighting continued, but to a lesser degree.  A bit of relief swept through him, he hadn’t wanted his marvelous creation to ruin itself.  “Do you think that was well done, World?”

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Legend of Elenmitis Part 4

“World, what do you think I should do now?” He asked his only companion.

“Aren’t you the god?  I have only a little power.”  The World responded, sounding a bit short.

Elenmitis nodded. “Yes, but you seem to know things.  The other worlds had things.  What were they called?”

“Animals?  You have a few, but they are pretty simple ones.  Maybe you should make more interesting animals, bigger ones, smarter ones, more unique ones?” The World suggested with a great deal of censure to its voice.

Elenmitis set about to take The World’s advice.  The whole time he would ask the world questions about each animal and what would complement it.  The World warmed up to the Elenmitis, and they shared a long time creating everything there was.

The better animals acted in exciting ways.  They interacted in unexpected ways, and even changed over time.  Elenmitis would make small changes here and there as time rolled by.  Eventually, the pleasure dimmed, and Elenmitis was dissatisfied.

The World noticed and spoke up.  “Aren’t there something called humans?  They are much smarter than other animals.”

Elenmitis thought back to his travelling day.  He did remember something like that.  They worshipped gods like him, they invented things, and they made art, and generally got into all sorts of trouble.  Yes, that might just be the thing to end his boredom.

He made them much like the one’s he’d seen.  Two eyes, four limbs, hands for five fingers, hair on their heads, and clever brains in their head.  He saw in other worlds the gods made all the humans look similar. That seemed awfully uninteresting to Elenmitis.  He gave them a variety of shades, shapes, and sizes.

They did amazing things.  The humans built homes, hunted the animals, made more humans, and debated the meaning about life.   Sometimes, they’d make works of art, and sometimes they’d war with one another.  As time rolled by he would modify their behavior a bit here and there.  And, slowly he grew bored with their somewhat predictable patterns.

“Well, once again I find myself bored.  I don’t understand how my creations can’t ever stay interesting.”  Elenmitis announced to The World.

The World let out a sigh that caused the winds to blow over everything.  “If you didn’t meddle so much, maybe you wouldn’t grow bored.”

“I wanted to make my own world, so I could meddle.”  Elenmitis pointed out.  “I found it extremely frustrating that I’d go to other worlds and they wouldn’t allow me to try out things.”

The World went silent for a bit.  “I think if you meddle less you’d be happier.  I say give them some of your power.”

“My power?” Elenmitis squawked. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“If they all had a touch of a god, they’d surely do more interesting things.” the World pointed out.

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Legend of Elenmitis Part 3

Long ago before time was measured, at least in our reality there was a god named Elenmitis.  His power was as such he could create anything.  Often, he would make things and destroy them once he ran out of materials.  For days innumerable he played with empty space around him.  Eventually, his enjoyment paled.   “This is fun, but I’ve created so many things, surely there is something else to do.”

Elenmitis spent time learning to travel to other realities.  When he did he realized they  had other gods, planets, the stars that sparkled in the sky.  Never before had Elenmitis seen such creations.  Elenmitis wanted to play with everything.  But, the gods of those realities didn’t want him to interfere.  They felt very protective of their creations.  For a long time Elenmitis watched learning all there was to see.  Eventually, this too grew boring.

He went home.  This time he thought, I’ll make a world.  A world that is mine alone.   Excited he went to work.  First, he made it a square.  The shape didn’t quite turn the way he wanted in the sky.   He thought back to the other worlds and he made a huge ball.  That was a bit better, but not quite right.  He squished it bit making it a bit longer at the top and bottom.  There now it spun in the perfect lazy turn he wanted.

For a while he watched his spinning planet.  It didn’t have any land or water.  Elenmitis decided that was the next step.  He made a flat piece of land in the middle of the planet and filled with water around it.  And with a flicker of power he gave the land life.

The world woke up.  “Who are you?”

“I’m Elenmitis.  I made you.”  Proud of his first attempt he practically crooned his words.

The World was unimpressed.  “Well since there are only you and me, I figured that out.  But, you didn’t make anything on me.  I’m a boring piece of land, surrounded by an empty ocean.”

A bit stunned Elenmitis stared at his creation.  “How do you know about all that?”

“I’m not sure.  Maybe you gave me the knowledge, or maybe is a part of what I am.  Either way, I know this is only the beginning of a world, not a final product.” The World responded.

Elenmitis waited for The World to continue but it didn’t.  Apparently, it wasn’t a very talkative planet.  Elenmitis decided to take its advice.  He conjured mountains, trees, valleys, fish, and insects.  After all that Elenmitis felt a bit winded and watched.  Living things were really interesting.  They fought, killed, and ate one another.  They were born, grew, and died.  After a while everything became a repeating pattern.

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Legend of Elenmitis Part 2

Dorian blinked a few times.  He motioned for the man to follow.  “That’s good. It gets a bit boring on the road.  If your duties don’t tire you out, perhaps you could spin a few.”

“Of course, of course.” The man bobbed his head.  He grinned at each member of the caravan as they walked down the line.

“What’s your name?” Dorian felt a little ashamed he hadn’t asked the man earlier.

“Oh, you can me El,” The man replied eyes twinkling. They both came to a stop at final cart. El started to unpack his gear.

Dorian waved a few men over to help.  He headed toward the front.  “As soon as our new cook is done, we’ll be on our way.”  It didn’t take long before the caravan departed.

The next few days were grueling.  The mountain terrain even in high summer was rough going.  Everyone was too tired to do anything fun.  Dorian kept watch on El.  The man worked hard, and never complained.  He even took to the random friendly jibs with a smile.  And, his cooking, well, that was short of a miracle.  Not a single dish came out bad and most were truly delicious.

The day they finally crawled over the last bit of the mountains the whole caravan was far more upbeat.  He didn’t push for progress, knowing everyone was worn down.  As the evening approached they made a big fire and the men sat up talking.  El had made a filling stew and everyone relaxed on their bedrolls.

As El came to join them, Carn piped up.  “Old man, Dorian mentioned you were a storyteller.”

El gave a big, wide, sweet smile.  “Oh yes I am.  Are you hinting you want a story? Like a child before bedtime?”

Carn and everyone else laughed.  “I do.  Something epic and interesting.”

After he settled onto his own bedroll, El looked into the fire. “Do you know how the world began? That’s an epic story for sure.”

A chorus of no’s filled the air.  El gave a solemn nod.  “Then, I’ll tell it to you.”

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Legend of Elenmitis Part 1

As Dorian inspected the last of his caravans the stink of horse already climbed into his nose to stay.  It made him smile.  Terrible as the smell was it meant he was about to embark on another trip to Port Town.  From there he’d get beautiful pots, and exotic spices that made him a fortune.   The guards milled around kicking up dirt, their postures stiff.  “Impatient?” Dorian asked, knowing it was true.

Guard Captain Carn gave a quick slash of his head.  “Aye, as usual.  Don’t trouble yourself, Caravan Master.  Youth is always in a hurry.”  The man’s casual pose dropped as his hand moved to his weapon.  “Who’s that?”

Dorian turned to see a man ambling up with an overloaded donkey.  Neither man nor donkey moved very fast.  “Calm yourself.  I’ll talk to him.  Probably someone looking to tack till we get where they need to go.”  Before Carn could stop him Dorian hurried toward the figure.

The figure was an old man with a lined face, slightly filmed over eyes, and worn clothes.  The donkey was healthy besides the fact it had pots, pans, and packages stacked on it.  Dorian held out his palms flat in greeting.  “Hail, what can I do for you?”

The old man stopped and wiped his brow with a cloth.  “Sorry to trouble you, Caravan Master, but I was wondering if I could travel with you to Greel. I’m too old be traveling the roads there with all the bandit attacks.” The old man shifted, his eyes round with tears. “My daughter is expecting her first born.”

The problem tugged a little at Dorian’s heart.  His daughter had given birth herself recently.  “I’m sorry, I can’t.  Everyone who comes has to contribute, part of the contract.  And, it wouldn’t be fair to give you an easy ride while the rest worked.”

The man nodded.  “I understand.  But, I came to offer services in exchange.”

“Oh?” Dorian felt surprise at the offer.  “What are your skills?”

“I’m a cook.  I have cooked for caravans for many years.  I brought my own spices, and cookware.”  He waved at the poor donkey.  “All I ask is to either take the supplies off the poor thing, or let me ride caravan.  Can’t walk that far.”

Dorian thought it over.  They didn’t have a cook most of the time he normally roped one of the drivers into cooking.  “Our food cart has room for both you and your supplies.  I can’t pay you, though.”

The man’s face broke much like the sun on a cloudy day.  “That’s fine sir, just fine.  Maisy will be so happy to be freed of all my things.”  He patted the donkey.  “My daughter Sara will be happy too.”

He couldn’t help it, Dorian smiled in return.  “Have any other skills I should know about?”  The question was one he always asked of anyone he employed.

“Oh yes, I’m a storyteller,” the man said.

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Bound in Chain, Part 4

Suell pale gray eyes rested on her.  He let out a long sigh.  “You aren’t going to trust me if I don’t answer.”

Neela knew it wasn’t a question.  She waited.  For once in her life, she found she had patience.

“Do you know how I came to be born, Alaget?”  Suell asked in calm, soothing tone.

She shook her head.  “I know little of you Woellian culture, High Lord Suell.”

“Of course not,” He muttered.  Those strange blue hands ran through his fight hair mussing it out of place.  “Woellian live to serve the Leader Females.  It isn’t cultural behavior.  It is pure instinct.  A proper Woellian would crawl over broken glass at a single spoken word.  There is not questioning, there is no doubt.  All of them are united in their loyalty, and commitment to them.   They exert a subtle control over us.”  His brow wrinkled very slightly.  “Their morals, their beliefs are yours.  That’s why our society is so liberal in some respects.  Deviate behavior isn’t a threat when we all believe as one.”

“In a way there are three genders for them.  Male, female, and leader.  Leader females are a breed apart.”  His eyes turned inward the pale gray darkening.  “Beautiful, strong, brave, intelligent, deadly, protective, and leadership instincts to their very cores. “  Suell stopped speaking.

Neela wriggled in her seat.  In a few minutes she’d learned more than she’d ever known of the Woellian.  Yet, none of this answered her question.  “Thank you, High Lord.”  She stood up to leave.

His hand snapped out with blurring speed.  “Please sit, I’ll tell you the rest.”   He didn’t speak again until she was seated.  “My mother was born with a genetic flaw.  Many Woellian are our genetics are weak prone to random mutations due to damage inflicted on us a long time ago.  Sometimes we adapt in marvelous ways.  And, sometimes whole generations die from horrid diseases.”

Qwe-Fale-eiaa, my mother, was told she wouldn’t be allowed to breed.  They couldn’t risk the disease from passed on.  However, she wanted children.  She pointed out to the leader female in charge of the Qwe that if she managed to breed with an Alaget the child wouldn’t be flawed.   Qwe Leader Female didn’t agree.  My mother, who was once a high rank, grew angry and spilt off from her people.  She probably had a tendency to be an eiaa in her.  Otherwise, she never would be able to defy a leader female.  She searched out a male Alaget willing to accept children dying until the managed to breed one who might go insane before adulthood.”

Neela bit her lip.  “I don’t understand.”

“My mother was an eiaaEiaa tend to breed other eiaa.  My mother’s defiance doomed me.  Yet, if she hadn’t rebelled I’d never been born.”  His eyes flickered with red, his face growing taunt across his delicate bones.  “No one should have that right over others.”

“But,” Neela started without thinking, “didn’t this prove the Qwe leader female right.  Breeding was a bad idea.”

Suell’s face slackened as his mouth hung open. Then, he laughed.  “Perhaps, you are right, Citizen Neela.  But, I’ll never agree.  Do you trust me now?”

“No,” She said.  “I’m beginning to have faith you do not lie, High Lord Suell.”

“Good, someday I hope to earn all your trust.”  He tipped his head at the door.  “You may go and rest.  If you are hungry let someone know.”

As Neela dragged her weak body out the door, she began to hope.

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