AT THE BEGINNING OF TIME, ALL THERE IS IN THE UNIVERSE IS A FUCKING EGG. IT’S A FUCKING MASSIVE EGG, BUT IT’S STILL AN EGG. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EGG IS THE FIRST GOD, PAN GU. PAN GU IS A FUCKING GIANT, BUT HE LIKES TO NAP. HE SLEEPS FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, BUT EVENTUALLY HE DECIDES HE’S HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT AND STANDS UP, PUSHING THE TOP OF THE FUCKING EGG OFF. THE TOP OF THE EGG MAKES THE SKY, AND THE BOTTOM IS THE EARTH.
PAN GU IS WORRIED THAT THE EARTH AND SKY MIGHT STICK TOGETHER AGAIN AND LEAVE HIM WITH JUST A MOTHERFUCKING EGG FOR COMPANY, SO HE SLIPS INTO THE GAP AND PUSHES THE SKY UP.
HE STAYS THERE, STANDING STILL AND PUSHING THE SKY UP, FOR A WHOLE EIGHTEEN THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS. THAT’S ONE FUCKING HELL OF A LONG TIME, EVEN FOR A GOD. EVERY DAY HE PUSHES UP A BIT MORE, AND EVERY DAY HE GROWS A TINY BIT TALLER.
AFTER EIGHTEEN THOUSAND YEARS HE’S THIRTY THOUSAND MOTHERFUCKING MILES TALL, WHICH IS JUST FUCKING INSANE. THEN HE HAS A NAP. AGAIN.
THIS TIME, THOUGH, BECAUSE HE’S BEEN STANDING THERE FOR EIGHTEEN THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS, HE DIES IN HIS SLEEP. HE’S FUCKING ANCIENT, EVEN GODS DIE SOMETIMES. HIS HEAD TURNS INTO MOUNTAINS, HIS BLOOD BECOMES WATER, HIS BEARD BECOMES FLOWERS. IT’S ALL REALLY FUCKING POETIC, BUT NOW GOD IS DEAD AND THAT’S PRETTY FUCKED UP.
Shadow stared at the page of type. None of the symbols looked
familiar. Or maybe… no. She glanced over at Raimundo. Did he know she
couldn’t read? What would he think of her once he found out? He’d
probably think she was stupid, and just a war machine. Just another
dumb girl with hair for brains, or whatever bimbos had to make up for
their lack of grey matter. Maybe if she just played it off in a cute
way he would think of it as sweet. He might even read to her. She
chewed her lip at the thought.
“Um, Ra-Rai? What does this word say?” She pointed to the first word on the page.
“It says ‘chaos,’“ Raimundo replied, fingers ghosting over the parchment to come to a stop where Shadow’s currently rested. “Chaos reigned ere order came; Darkness wrapped the world around; When at last Panku appeared…”
He trailed off, turning his dark eyes to Shadow. They were sitting closer now than they had been when they started. Shadow must have started leaning closer at one point in order to see the scroll spread out across his lap. The press of her shoulder against his was comforting, almost, but not quite, familiar. He hoped she wasn’t inconvenienced. “You recognize it, right? It’s part of the Chinese creation myth.”