THE CARTESIARILLION: 1. THE FIRST DEMONS
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jackThis is a story that begins before the world began, and before all of the gods except one, who was already old. Nara was the godess of the empty space between the stars, of darkness and loneliness. She was the first to come to be, and for long ages there was nothing but Nara all across the empty universe.
But as time went on, she regarded herself alone in her splendid isolation, and felt sad and alone. So she came together with the darkness that underlied her, and produced a daughter. But her first daughter was a demon, born of loss and frustration and darkness, and fell on her mother, not with love, but with nasty bitings and scratchings.
And Nara was sad again, although do not worry, dearly beloved, because the story does move on to happier times, although the fulfilment of Nara only happens far beyond its end.
Nara drove her daughter from her into the darkness. She brought forth several more children, but all that she had to couple with was the darkness and loneliness, and the other children were as unloveable as the first.
Nara tried to reach out to her first children. She called to them, and opened to them. She withdrew from them and waited. She tried to fashion gifts for them from the raw darkness around her. But always, they wailed and gnashed their teeth, and drove her back. For though she was always more powerful than they, her heart could not stand forcing her presence on them if she was not wanted.
Eventually, she withdrew from some parts of the emptiness, and now there was emptiness that contained Nara, and yet also emptiness than contained her first offspring, and nothing of her.
And over time, an image grew in her mind of a world she wanted to create. It bustled with life and activity and love. And yet, her image was always insubstantial for in that first emptiness she had yet to know anything of solid matter. And too her image yet lacked any colour, or any aestheticism at all, for in that first emptiness she had yet to know light. And her image contained emotions of satisfaction and determination and curiosity in abundance, for she was rich in all. But it contained joy and love only reflected from the feelings she'd hoped to find in her offspring but as yet were empty.
She tried to make other things from the darkness, and tried to make other offspring who were not demons, but everything except her was still tainted by the darkness of the time before the world.
Eventually, she wept, but then she cried out in surprise and gladness. For her first tear, formed spontaneously from her despair, was yet a tangible, flowing thing. And she came together with the tear, and immediately produced the first of the other gods, who is called Eldest since Nara has departed, and yet her name is Materre. And the Eldest was a godess of matter, poignant and insightful, yet not riddled with hate or despair, and Nara saw that the Eldest could partake in creating the world in a way she herself could not.
But as time went on, she regarded herself alone in her splendid isolation, and felt sad and alone. So she came together with the darkness that underlied her, and produced a daughter. But her first daughter was a demon, born of loss and frustration and darkness, and fell on her mother, not with love, but with nasty bitings and scratchings.
And Nara was sad again, although do not worry, dearly beloved, because the story does move on to happier times, although the fulfilment of Nara only happens far beyond its end.
Nara drove her daughter from her into the darkness. She brought forth several more children, but all that she had to couple with was the darkness and loneliness, and the other children were as unloveable as the first.
Nara tried to reach out to her first children. She called to them, and opened to them. She withdrew from them and waited. She tried to fashion gifts for them from the raw darkness around her. But always, they wailed and gnashed their teeth, and drove her back. For though she was always more powerful than they, her heart could not stand forcing her presence on them if she was not wanted.
Eventually, she withdrew from some parts of the emptiness, and now there was emptiness that contained Nara, and yet also emptiness than contained her first offspring, and nothing of her.
And over time, an image grew in her mind of a world she wanted to create. It bustled with life and activity and love. And yet, her image was always insubstantial for in that first emptiness she had yet to know anything of solid matter. And too her image yet lacked any colour, or any aestheticism at all, for in that first emptiness she had yet to know light. And her image contained emotions of satisfaction and determination and curiosity in abundance, for she was rich in all. But it contained joy and love only reflected from the feelings she'd hoped to find in her offspring but as yet were empty.
She tried to make other things from the darkness, and tried to make other offspring who were not demons, but everything except her was still tainted by the darkness of the time before the world.
Eventually, she wept, but then she cried out in surprise and gladness. For her first tear, formed spontaneously from her despair, was yet a tangible, flowing thing. And she came together with the tear, and immediately produced the first of the other gods, who is called Eldest since Nara has departed, and yet her name is Materre. And the Eldest was a godess of matter, poignant and insightful, yet not riddled with hate or despair, and Nara saw that the Eldest could partake in creating the world in a way she herself could not.