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You think. About her. You’d really rather not, but there’re no distractions.

There’s that really, really, fucking, incredibly, fantabulously angry bit of you which just wants to emotionally torture her for ever and ever. That bit’s scarily large.

And you envision how your next conversation with her must go:

The setting, ideally should be just the two of you (don’t want to make a scene, after all, you see?). You tell her you need to get away from her.

“Why?”, she asks, rather dramatically.

Because you do not believe that you can control your anger, and anger makes you do stupid things like hurt her, which, though, sadistically speaking, is fun, also is quite grosely wrong.

And you hope she remembers your anger.

But there’s that nagging little bit at the back that really wants to make her pay a bit for all that she’s put you through and the sadistic side wins out and you continue:

And you tell her that you’re a fool for believing in ‘their undying love’ that they had promised each other. You tell her of a decision you had made to defy your parents because you loved her and you thought she loved you too and the daily promises made of “love forever” would not be broken, at any cost.

You tell her that you suspect a lot of what is going on, shaking your head. For you are almost certain, based on how you two had started, and based on certain admissions, that a lot is happening that she’s not telling him about.

And you lower your head and shake it, and mention that you really really hope that she’s happy, because, secretly you think in the back of your mind: I know how we ended too.

And you feel utterly violated, for the acts born of anger, no matter how satisfying, cannot be undone.


Attrition benefits no-one.

Ignorance is bliss.

Forget – Yes/No.

Forgive – Yes/No.

The eternal battle affects us all and we are caught in between in a cloud of probability.

– Aquoteiwi Shexisted.


The Creation

In the beginning, there was emptiness.

Then played the music:

With the first note was time born.

With the second note, the gods were named.

When the third note struck, they heard the music and became a part of it, changing it as it changed them.

As they sung, they created the universe around them, their raiment that which they had created from the firmament.

First Kromyl, the eldest of the gods, sang being and became the world.

The second-born, Dormvin sang earth and became the ground.

Third-born Morkvan sang freedom and became the air.

Fourth-born Thrarsull sang water and became the seas.

Fifth-born Dormall sang sustenance and became the forests.

Sixth-born Brusandan sang cleansing and became fire.

Many followed, unaccounted, unaccountable by mortals. But of the first six and what followed this much more is known:

Kromyl mated with Dormvin and thus was birthed the first life.

Morkvan gave life air to breathe.

Thrarsull gave life water to drink.

Dormall gave life plants to eat.

Brusandan gave cleansing fire such that the circle of life may be recreated.

Thus in that age came life to this place.

Then one day the first tribes woke up.

The tribe of Thurwa awoke in the great alluvial plains of Bruvoninn under the stars, in the dark of night. They were looked over by Kromyl.

The tribe of Bamke awoke in the rocky plateau of Sko-Kha in the dark of night. They were looked over by Dormvin.

The tribe of Resli awoke high in the heights of the great mountain Guhafetori in the dark of night. They were looked over by Morkvan.

The tribe of Winpho awoke by the shores of the great lake of Schamall in the dark of night. They were looked over by Thrarsull.

The tribe of Drompu awoke in the bountiful plains of Fall-Na in the dark of night. They were looked over by Dormall.

Then Brusandan sang aloud and created the Sun.

Dormvin sang in aloud in response and sang the Moon into being to follow the Sun, lest it feel lonely.

The last tribe of Ki-Roc awoke under the Sun darkened by it. They were looked over by Brusandan.

Thus were the first tribes and the last tribe on this earth born.

The Thurwa worshipped the stars and held Kromyl sacred and built the gargantuan earthen pyramids of Khasalla.

The Bamke worshipped the scarce earth, where life existed and held Dormvin sacred isolated upon their vast rocky plateau Schmen-Ki.

The Resli worshipped the air and held Morkvan sacred and lived in steppes on the slopes of Guhafetori.

The Winpho worshipped water and held Thrarsull sacred and thrived on the spoils of the great lake of Schamall.

The Drompu worshipped the trees, the fruits of which nourished them and held Dormall sacred. They cultivated the vast colorful gardens of Bonnt.

The Ki-Roc worshipped the Sun and the Moon and chanted sacred hymns in praise of them, everywhere.

That is the story of the Creation.

The Journey of the Nameless One

Once, in the age of The Awakening, a young hunter of the Bamke was visited by Dormvin and she sang to him:

Follow the Sun to the edges of the world and climb the great mountain Guhafetori and climb back below the other side and there will you find another world of men.

Five long months did he follow the Sun along its arduous path across the skies.

In the sixth month did he reach the edges of their great plateau Schmen-Ki and gazed upon the great mountain Guhafetori for the first time, its highest peaks lost in the mists above, and he lost heart.

And Brusandan then came to him in a dream and sang to him:

Do not lose hope! Trust in the gods!

Thus did he decide to scale the great heights.

He climbed for twenty days and nights, into the mists, the mists disabling him from seeing ahead.

In the twenty-first night he came upon the peak and there espied a gateway and slept there.

In his dreams Morkvan sang to him and this it was that was sung:

That doorway is not yours, yet. Your path lies below on the other side of the great mountain. There will you meet a people. Tell them of your journey. Tell them of your people.

When he climbed down the other face of Guhafetori indeed did he come across another race of men, which looked not unlike his own, yet had a distinctness all unto themselves.

He recounted to them the tale of his journey, of the songs the gods sang to him, of his people behind him and in return heard and met peoples of the other tribes of the world.

Then one night Thrarsull sang to him and bade him to journey to the caves whence the great river Stramuzra flows out of great Guhafetori and follow the caves into the great mountain.

This he did, and after following the river Stramuzra under the great mountain for twenty seven days and nights, he lost heart.

On the twenty eight day, he came across a dying goat and took it upon himself to tend to the dying creature.

When he dreamt, Dormall sang to him:

Once more will you lose heart, but this is not that day. I bid thee to tend the goat back to life and follow in its steps. It will lead you back to your people.

On the fortieth day, the goat sprang onto its legs and led him out of the caves, back under the Sun.

On the forty second day his tribesmen rejoiced at his re-appearance, for he had been taken for dead in the long months past.

He told them of all he had seen, of the other tribes of people and the Bamke rejoiced and sent forth emissaries to the tribes outside and the other tribes sent the same.

All the tribes were thus united and there began a Golden Age of prosperity.

That is the story of the Journey of The Nameless One.

The Nameless One and the First Fall

When all of the tribes were united, trade spread through the lands and with the exchange of idea and cultures dawned a Golden Age of men when all flourished and all were contented.

The tribes united in one kingdom and they built their greatest city along the shores of the great sea Tapka, at the point where the great river Stramuzra flowed into it and elected The Nameless One to rule over them.

Long in his reign were the lands and seas bountiful and the tribes prospered and the world was at peace.

In his reign though did trouble come to court and disrupted the peace.

Many were the numbers from many tribes that were discomfited by the Ki-Roc’s worship of the Sun and Moon and not the real gods.

It was known that they worshipped the Sun as Kia-Mi and the Moon as Keera for the Ki-Roc held these names sacred to them and believed that the two were twins.

We worship the manifestations of the true gods, our creators, they argued their cases before him.

The Thurwa held that their world and indeed, everything within it was created by dust from the stars by Kromyl.

The Bamke held that earth was necessary for life for the plants that nourished it grew out of the earth therefore it had been the earth that they had been created out of by Dormvin.

The Resli held that air was necessary for life for that was what life breathed and therefore it has been air that they had been created out of by Morkvan.

The Winpho held that water was necessary for life for that was what kept life from dying of thirst and therefore it had been water that they had been created out of by Thrarsull.

The Drompu held that plants were necessary for life since plants were what nourished life and therefore it had been plants that they had been created out of by Dormall.

Emissaries of the Ki-Roc also laid their case out before the king:

What matter whom we chose to worship my liege? We know the beliefs of the other tribes and hold no qualms with them. Why then should they hold objection to our beliefs? We do not reject their gods, we simply choose to worship our own. We are still your loyal subjects, with no complaints against anyone or any gods.

The matter troubled the nameless king deeply, for it was true that the Ki-Roc were a peaceful and contented people.

Yet he knew that the gods he worshipped – nay all tribes but the Ki-Roc, he knew that they existed for they had sung to them, and he was discomfited by the gods of the Ki-Roc and he lost heart.

That night he dreamt and Kromyl sang to him:

This is the third and last time you shall lose heart. You have a fork ahead of you. Remember to be just in deciding which path to take.

On the next day he awoke and proclaimed to all:

I have been sung to by Kromyl and the other five, Dormvin, Morkvan, Thrarsull, Dormall and Brusandan. In light of this undeniable evidence that our gods are the true gods, I would wish an end to these false gods and those as would worship them.

At this point such a huge roar went up and he was certain that his decision had been indeed just.

Some of the more zealous tribesmen everywhere, upon hearing the king’s proclamation, took it upon themselves to end those that would worship the false gods.

That was how the first war began.

After the first two days of bloodshed, the king was unable to enforce peace and the battles got bloodier still.

The precious few remaining Ki-Roc went upon an exodus to the swampy marshes in secret and hid from the remaining tribes.

In his sleep, the gods sang again to him, of their displeasure as the world of men was cast into chaos and they bade that the king watch from his tower.

Upon this the king woke to see the city crumbling all around him and the world of men cast asunder by the machinations of anarchy.

The people who had all once spoken the same tongue now could not comprehend one another for each spoke a different language and there was great anarchy and greater still death.

At this the king did not lost heart, for Kromyl had sung to him that this would never again be so and he slept and dreamt and he sought an audience with the gods.

“Foolish mortal, you know not the real truth.” sang Brusandan.

“It matters not who you worship as long as you are a good person.” sang Dormall.

“The Ki-Roc were good people. Thought you not that your proclamation would drive some to violence?” sang Thrarsull.

“We did not create you, we are the children of the great music, as are you.” sang Morkvan.

“For what you have done, we must judge you.” sang Dormvin.

“Undertake once again the quest you that once you took. This time walk through the doorway at the peak of great Guhafetori.” sang Kromyl.

This he did, and went through the doorway there and the judgment that the gods pronounced was this:

“The first Golden Age of Men is over and the first cycle of time has begun. For what you have done, we will that your name be forgotten by all and you will live to atone for your sins till this cycle ends and perhaps further still. You must now end that which you have started. Be Just.”

And he awoke some distance from his tower, seeing it crumble to dust as he opened his eyes.

Here ends the story of the Nameless One and the first tribes and the last tribe and the beginning of time.