Our lives move like shifting sand. Flowing like time, some would say never-ending and some would say life would come to an end. But no one really knows...not really. I watched the birth of the world before, the imploding star that created the life amongst the land. The three giants who created the storms, the earth and the seas. I felt a shift in reality as time formed its own web. I thought I was lost, I thought I had been lost, but I never really knew. I never knew where my story began or where it would end. No one really knows. I am nothing more than a human, or at least that is how I feel. But time is different. It is far and in between.
I had watched the three giants bring life, create life, and those who were spawned from the essence, breathe life into the world. I watched it all. A legacy begins and I watched it grow. Sitting in between the worlds, confused between the realities. Immersing my heart in all the essence that the world gives. From the suns that sit high in the sky, casting down it’s warmth to the world and those who live in it, encumbering them like a warm embrace. The air soothing, and chill, sometimes warm, just like the warmth and comfort of the bed you would lie in. The scents...aromas given off by the plants that live in the earth, casting their scents into the air for everyone to take in...to love. When the rain falls from the sky, it crashes to the ground feeding the living essence that lives in the world, giving back to the world, to let it grow and watch it live. Even the moon would drop its tears, from high in the night sky, surrounded by an ocean of stars, that glisten like little glass shards. The tears were not of sadness but of happiness...At least for most of the time.
When there is light, dark always rises to meet it. Some of the history...the legends...the myths. They talk of how the world would keep its balance. To those who were of pure essence, those who could truly feel it inside of them, they knew. They could feel the pull and push, the shift of magnitude in the balance. I wish I could do something, I wish I could have done something. But I am nothing...Nothing but he who watches as the world's form. As they create, I watch and embrace. I see the guardians chosen by those of pure, those known as the fairies. Picked to embrace the magic of the Storms, the earth and the seas.
Of course, stories can some times only ever be seen as a work of fictional stories. But those stories are what build us into who we are. Even though I only watch and observe the creation. I embrace the story, I inspire and I look to making something better. But I only have so much control as I sit in the world between worlds. I know what happened and I can see what happens.
Stories unfold differently, each stream resonates the same, like a ripple in the water. Once an object collides with the surface, it ripples into an effect of change, eventually, it would even itself out, but even though the surface corrected itself, there will always be that object somewhere in between that caused the ripple.
The elves of the light built a city within the mountain, a grand place filled with the essence of the world, the giants allowed the light to be protected. The elves of the dark built their home atop the cliffside of the mountains and built a giant wall that separated them from the rest of the world. They found greed and hungered for power, they wanted to rule the world once, but the Giants held them at bay, the giants protected the rest of the world from the evil that emanated like an open flame, a fire ready to burn. After the giants had cast the darkness aside, they collapsed and went into a slumber, some say the earth had grown over them, embedded them into the ground. And some say they just vanished into the world becoming the air that they breathed. And some even say they dissipated into the stars the glisten and shine in the skies above their lands. Always looking down and watching over them. No one really knows the truth behind it all. Just like most myths that are told. Even those of the legendary Athorites. The weapons they wielded, those that were given to them by the elemental fairies. In each story, something changes, but even though things change, it is usually only small details.
As of now, I only sit and watch, and I see how these stories unfold. Stories of dark tales, those of light, some filled with love, and some of hate. Philosophies embedded within like a carving to stone, a philosophy for those who immerse themselves, to then maybe find something that helps them believe, to inspire, and to be something greater than what they expected themselves to be.
These are only some of the things implemented in Athoria, some of the wonders that unfold. Like the keys of a piano creating a soothing tune, so does a story filled with heart fill you with soothing tones and imagery. Imagine, embrace, immerse and create.
Thank you for taking the time to read and I hope you truly enjoyed it. Originally this was meant to be its own little story, but it merged into something else naturally. It became apart of the history, the myth and the legends of the scriptures of Storm, Earth and Sea. A part of the world I created known as Athoria. This is meant to be something of a small tale of the flow of time and creation. Adding mystery and mythos to the legends I am hoping to create and continue to create over my years.
If you read anything I write and support any of the work I do. THANK YOU. It means the world to me. And I love hearing from you all.
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