Creation
* In the Beginning, there was only the sea. The world was cold and desolate, and the sea was all encompassing. Over time, the waves threw up mist into the air, and the air was formed. Through this, a wind blew. And still the ocean threw mist into the air. The Wind drew this mist together, and created three beings.
* The first god looked down at the infinite domain of the sea, and said: this will be mine.
* The second looked around him at the air, and said: this will be mine.
* The last god looked up, and was awed by the beauty of the heavens, the huge black emptiness of the sky, and said: this will be mine.
* The first god, whose name was to be Furnach, dove into the sea, and started to create life. First, he made the eel, an easy animal, for practice. Then he made the Cod, the herring, and the haddock, to eat in his feasts. Then, he created a race of sea people. These creatures were the perfect will of their creator, and served him in every way.
* The second brother, whose name was to be Whiser, roamed the air above the endless sea, and saw the creations of his brother. In kind, he created the first bids, and all the variations thereof. Seeing the sea people his brother had created, he was filled with longing for a race of his own, servants like those his brother had created.
* “Brother,” he called down, “take some of the mud on the bottom of the sea, and put it on the surface.” His brother grabbed a fistful of mud from the bottom, and threw it up. His brother caught it, and shaped it into the island of Skara, and placed it on the surface of the sea. So was created the island of Skara, the most sacred place on the earth. He then took some of the mud, and combined it with the mist to give it shape. He shaped the Mud into the first people. He created arms, legs, a face. He took a step back, and looked satisfied at his work. But something was missing. His people weren’t moving! They had nothing to distinguish them from the mud and mist they were made from.
* His brother, who would never be named, and would only be referred to as the Nameless one, or the giver of life, looked down, and said “brother, I know what you are missing. They have no souls, no spirits. They cannot move.”
* “But, brother, what should I do about that? How do I give them souls?”
* “Let me, brother”
* “Remember, I want them to be my servants, obedient to my will alone”
* The third brother smiled oddly at this, and reached up and grabbed some of the black firmament. This he embedded in each of his brother’s creation’s eyes. As he did so, they came to life, and looked around them, and wondered. They were alive, and not the passive, mindless creatures his brother had wanted.
* Whiser, for he had just been named so, looked around, and in disgust, took to the air, vowing that never again would he create intelligent life. He called for more mud, and created the rest of the world, but as it was created in anger, none of it was as holy as the island of Skara. Looking back, after his anger had faded, he saw the empty world, and filled it with the animals of the world.
* As for the humans he had created, they created their society, worshipping the three gods and all their divine children. Because of the piece of the sky in each of them, they always looked up and wondered. This wonder drove them onward, to expand, and soon, there were people all over the world.
* Because Whister had been hasty in his eagerness to have servants, he had created the body of people with a fault. This fault, over time, would wear the body out, and they would die. But death was not a bad thing, for, once the soul was free of the body, it flew back into the darkness of heaven. But its passage on earth had changed it. No longer was it a deep black, but now shown with all the good it had done on earth. The souls of the dead live in heaven and look down on creation with joy.
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