Komako
02-04-2006, 07:26 PM
((This is a story to enhance the aspects of my future character, Komako. These are just the first parts of it))
Fall of Grace
In the beginning there was the Goddess...
Like a rainbow of many colors, she flew across the barren world, and from Her a trail of eternal light came upon the land. From the depths of ice, fire was awakened, and like the blaze within Her the world began to burn. The roaring flames of soul reached for the stars, and the land came forth from beneath, into the first dawn of Her light. Ice to water, fire to land - the fury of the elements awakened Agon, and She smiled upon the newborn child.
For many years the elements fought with the utmost of ferocity, and then came forth a calm tranquility. From Her blessed halls She watched, and saw, and She graced Agon with her presence once again. With Her beautiful tongue She shaped stones in the waters of the world, and from Her holy grace the stones were forever blessed as the word-stones. From the word-stones came life, and the Goddess watched; waited.
From the seas to the lands the first beings of life spread like wildfire, and they lived in harmony with Agon. For the second time She came forth from the heavens, and lit the second fire of the world. From Her came the gift of intelligence, and the most primitive of races looked upon Her and Her light in envy and worship, for She was the Goddess. She smiled upon them, and they were confused, for Her gift was also emotion, and desire.
Some of the newborn children of life could not hold forth their desires, and they sought Her powers. The first wicked seed of thought was planted within Her children. Seek they did the awesome of the creator that brought themselves initially to Agon, and from the oceans the word-stones of old were taken and hoarded together. Branded by greed the first children combined the might of the stones into a portal to Her eternal halls of light, and they came upon Her once again, and instead of envy they felt only desire. Could not the Goddess bless them with power, for they were her children?
In Her chamber they gathered and spoke with Her, with fruitless result. Like toddlers they grew angry, and they cursed the Goddess. The most wicked of them, the Usurper gods, advanced upon her, and those of light jumped into their way. She watched as her children butchered each other, crimes between brothers commited. Her light could not save Her upon that day, and those whom protected Her were slain as well, cast into the void.
Fall of Grace
In the beginning there was the Goddess...
Like a rainbow of many colors, she flew across the barren world, and from Her a trail of eternal light came upon the land. From the depths of ice, fire was awakened, and like the blaze within Her the world began to burn. The roaring flames of soul reached for the stars, and the land came forth from beneath, into the first dawn of Her light. Ice to water, fire to land - the fury of the elements awakened Agon, and She smiled upon the newborn child.
For many years the elements fought with the utmost of ferocity, and then came forth a calm tranquility. From Her blessed halls She watched, and saw, and She graced Agon with her presence once again. With Her beautiful tongue She shaped stones in the waters of the world, and from Her holy grace the stones were forever blessed as the word-stones. From the word-stones came life, and the Goddess watched; waited.
From the seas to the lands the first beings of life spread like wildfire, and they lived in harmony with Agon. For the second time She came forth from the heavens, and lit the second fire of the world. From Her came the gift of intelligence, and the most primitive of races looked upon Her and Her light in envy and worship, for She was the Goddess. She smiled upon them, and they were confused, for Her gift was also emotion, and desire.
Some of the newborn children of life could not hold forth their desires, and they sought Her powers. The first wicked seed of thought was planted within Her children. Seek they did the awesome of the creator that brought themselves initially to Agon, and from the oceans the word-stones of old were taken and hoarded together. Branded by greed the first children combined the might of the stones into a portal to Her eternal halls of light, and they came upon Her once again, and instead of envy they felt only desire. Could not the Goddess bless them with power, for they were her children?
In Her chamber they gathered and spoke with Her, with fruitless result. Like toddlers they grew angry, and they cursed the Goddess. The most wicked of them, the Usurper gods, advanced upon her, and those of light jumped into their way. She watched as her children butchered each other, crimes between brothers commited. Her light could not save Her upon that day, and those whom protected Her were slain as well, cast into the void.