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Creation

A voice. Deep, gruff, and modulated. A paw towards the darkened, near-night skies, and words shot out, enrapturing the figures below as they watched silently, peering, listening. “In the very beginning, there was nothing! Only an unfathomable darkness, stretching, stretching far beyond anything we could imagine. But despite what I tell you, there wasn’t simply nothing. No. We know through memories echoed across that two existed. Two.”

A pyre next to the animated figure talking blazed, roaring as he said, “the one we start with is God of Light. This god craved warmth. Companionship.” The paws shot toward the flame almost touching them as they danced within the pyre. “Why? Why would something so powerful feel this need to banish its loneliness?! I must tell you even a god has feelings, nigh and all-powerful they are, even a god has feelings.”

The figure shot it’s wings outward and paws to the audience suddenly, proclaiming, “this ground you stand on! The solid earth, grass, stone, dirt. It’s all because of the God of Light! For the god created Elbrion and all of its inhabitants! The favorite of them all…” the figure then pointed to him and then the all of the audience, “is us! Dragons such as we, yes, we were born of the God of Light! Its beloved creations! The god molded us into the things it desired most: friendly, approachable, and trusting companions! Undying, incapable of being troubled by thirst,” the dragon thrusted his paws into a bowl of water, causing a minor splash, “by hunger,” he picked a piece of meat from a rack next to the bowl of water and sniffed it, “everything you needed, wanted even, to survive, wasn’t even conceivable!”

“To join us in our eternal life, our God of Light left its divine realm and into here, our mortal realm, with us!” The dragon gestured all around him with both arms, letting silence settle before continuing with, “the god locked most of its powers, knowledge—anything that could tell you it is a god—away. So it could live. Live like us. In the mortal realm.” He paused and then pointed the crowd, “it occupied a vessel. Female. A dragoness like many of you here.” Then came the motion with his words, “it looked, acted, even thought like us, felt like us… its powers, something you must all have trouble imagining, would only come out if it were close to death or extremely emotional, that is how the divine form comes out. Sounds familiar yes? Oh, don’t you worry, we’ll get into the that later.” He paused again, assessing his audience before saying, “little did our powerful deity know, it’s vessel had limits, it cannot handle all that power and knowledge if it was unleashed!”

Another pause, followed by a sigh, “know what comes next, my listeners?”

Silence.

“The second of the two.” The fire went out. “The God of Darkness.” The moonlight was the only thing illuminating the figure which strode back and forth. “This god admired the God of Light from afar, it saw what the God of Light done. It wanted to come down and join us mortals as well—driven instead by intrigue and curiosity.” A skull dropped onto the illuminated floor. “It gave us a gift! A gift. A curse.” The dragon stepped on the skull, hissing, as a resounding crack followed shards of bone flew a short distance and landed on the floor, “mortality! Death! That is our gift!” The dragon looked upwards for a moment and shivered, before continuing, “our God of Darkness inhabited a male vessel. Like me. Like many of you. Our gods were accepted by us and lived peacefully.” He then reached behind and said, “the two vessels of our gods met. Fell in love. And what came next?” Instead of answering immediately he pulled out an egg and placed it gently in front of him. “An egg. We started to worship our gods then.”

The egg was gently moved back behind the dragon as he stared at his crowd, his eyes darting. “There was a dragon. So quick to bond, to forgive, he fell in love with the God of Light upon seeing her. And someone,” he started to growl, “the God of Darkness, took notice, and became very, very… angry!” A roar followed. The dragon shuddered and the pyre alighted, his face illuminated clearly. “The god made him suffer from the powers it unlocked in its anger. Instead of killing that dragon, it made its flesh and blood into a deadly substance. Harming anyone who got close to him. And its cruelest act was making sure the dragon could never escape its punishment, if he died, he would be revived—alive! We simply know this dragon by a title: the First Verris King.”

“Our God of Light wasn’t unaware of the curse put on the God of Darkness’ rival, but she eventually found out! As the cursed dragon himself came to her and told of the deed! Oh, she was furious! Livid! Enraged! She even declared war. War! On her mate. Followers split. Sides were taken. The two armies clashed at what we now know as the Valley of Death! It is said that the battle went on for ten days and ten nights! And on the sunrise of the last day. Every. Single. Follower. Was. Dead.” The dragon clenched his paws and scowled. “The gods kept fighting until their vessels collapsed, they had used their divine powers slowly. They immediately reclaimed their divine forms after that. And upon realizing they were in love with one another. They became infuriated with each other,” the dragon scoffed as if he recalled a bad memory. “They hated each other. And once the God of Light realized what the God of Darkness did to its creations, and unable to reverse its ‘gift,’ it fled into the divine realms.”

“The God of Darkness instead chose to focus on the destruction the two had caused, overcome with sadness and grief, unable to bring back the dead, it gave us two more gifts,” the dragon touched his head, “a mind—to use reason and never to be blinded by love and rage like it had been,” he then touched his chest and laid his paw on it. “And a soul—so that the dead may still watch over their loved ones,” lifting his paw he motioned to the air around him. “The god then ascended, taking the souls of the dead with it. It scattered their eyes. One remained in the night sky, taking the shape of a star,” the dragon pointed to the sky above, filled with many stars. “And the other one returned to Elbrion, becoming a shiny drop in the sea,” he pointed out toward the direction of the sea and dipped his paws into the bowl of water. “Then it returned to its respective realm, never to interact with the God of Light again. When we gained reason, we understood the gifts that the gods had given us. We named them the God of Life and the God of Death, worshipping both of them as the ultimate creators. Yet still grieving for the ones we lost due to their rage.”

A lapse of silence. 

“We know this simply as Creation.”


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WHAT-IS-IT-JEAGER REBLOGGED THIS FROM CAPTAIN-FUCKING-LEVI AND ADDED: HOLY COW 5K IS A DREAM SING FOR US EVEN IF YOU CANT SING JUST SING IT’LL BE FUN

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