"Darkness. Nothing, a blank slate. Then the cries of a child pierced the blanket of night. Then another...and another. Triplets. Born out of the darkness and the void. Clean slates. Each endowed with different powers. The first, pure and true, the light of understanding and forgiveness swirling around her. The second that of balance, the power to make things anew and rend them asunder. The third, blanketing herself in the void, finding peace within the darkness and making herself one with the night. Thus were three very different sisters brought into the nothingness....which was about to change."
ohhh...suspense....
"Who knows of the first sister born?" A small girl with the mark of Heaven on her brow raised her hand. "Mother Seraida...the first child born was the Sister of Heaven, Isaura. The old woman smiled down at the child. "That's right. She is the embodiment of truth and the light that fills each of us with goodness. She is peace and happiness. If we could all follow her there would be only peace within our tents. Our world would be perfect. Now, who knows of the second child born?" A girl of about seventeen raised her hand, her face drawn, already the mask of womanhood casting a shadow upon the last of her innocence. She had the temple mark of Earth upon her brow. "Mother, the second child born was the Sister of Earth, Falora." The story teller once again smiled. "And are you to be a guard in her temple my daughter?" The girl nodded, her eyes bright and full of strength. "Good lass. The second sister is the balance between the pure and the dark. She helps our food grow and gives us shade and water, but she also brings death to those deserving. She is both good and bad trapped between her sisters, constantly defending one from the other. Now who can tell me about the third sister?" A woman, with a beautiful face like a doll, her frame perfect, her eyes bright and lips full and inviting. The picture of beauty spoke up and with a flick of her wrists she exposed the mark of Hell on her neck. "The third sister born was the Sister of Hell, Moraina." Mother Seraida frowned, her face drawn for a moment before she turned her face back to her attentive audience. "That's right my lovelies. She is the darkness that surrounds us all. Her mantle is the night and all those things that dwell within it. She is the darkness in men's hearts and minds. She rules the netherworld and the souls of those who fell out of favor with her elder sisters. She is finality." It seemed as if the woman's voice grew stronger with each word until the last sounds hung in the air like some unnatural being. Half of her audience shivered; the dark sister was something to be feared.
*gasp*...this is interesting...
"This, however, is not one story. But three inside the legend of the creation of our world. Of the balance of our world." The old soothsayer sat on one side of the fire. The camp was still and all were listening intently to the story as they did every year when the moon was hidden in night's cloak. This was the story of Creation, of the three sisters. From the beginning of time this has been the only story told on nights such as these. The old woman took a sip of wine to wet her throat. Her cracked lips now moistened slightly, she beckoned the children at the front of the group to come closer and they obliged with eager faces and open ears as she began the story of the three.
*sits crossed legged to hear story*
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~Falling from Grace: The Legend of the Goddess Wars~ Part 1: The Story
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