July 08, 2018, 02:43 PM
His mouth firmed as the young man laughed; Phocion had never taken kindly to being laughed at, and was ultra-sensitive to any perceived slight--one of the few flaws that still remained from his youth. Still, he gave a terse nod to the man's question, head canting to the side at the second query. As for the third. . .
"In the beginning, there was no sun. Only the endless night." His eyes strayed to the serpent that had approached, curling around the man, whom he assumed was the snake's master. Interesting. "Out of nothing, the moon--Fengari--formed, and created for himself a wife, Erastia." This story worked much better at night, with the stars for illustration. Nevertheless, he continued.
"They had many children that dotted the sky like the stars we see above--for the stars they are, the ones that guide our way. In these times, wolves were kings and queens of the earth. All other creatures existed under our reign." He then pointed his nose toward the sun, squinting against the glare.
"The brightest of the children was Iliana, and she was beautiful, more radiant than any child who came before or after her. But Iliana was jealous, and jealousy is all-consuming. She was jealous of her mother, of the light Erastia held. One day, the envy overtook her, and she attacked her own mother while her back was turned. Swallowed her up, to take her light, her spirit."
A growl bubbled in his throat as he continued, coming to the climax of the story he'd told a thousand times or more. "Oh, how Fengari's anger rocked the earth! He tried to fight back Iliana's wrath, but with her newfound power, his daughter was too strong for him. Her light was so bright that it turned the night into day, and the wolves--the children of the moon--from kings to peasants." Now, he looked back down at the man, eyes suffused with sadness.
"Now Fengari is engaged in endless pursuit of his daughter. Until he finds her and kills her, the world will not know peace. Wolves will suffer. The light of day will continue to taint the earth."
Phocion regarded the man with abundant curiosity, assuming he'd sat through the story with some interest. "What is your name, brother?" he asked gently, gaze sharp but gentle, inquisitive but relaxed.
"In the beginning, there was no sun. Only the endless night." His eyes strayed to the serpent that had approached, curling around the man, whom he assumed was the snake's master. Interesting. "Out of nothing, the moon--Fengari--formed, and created for himself a wife, Erastia." This story worked much better at night, with the stars for illustration. Nevertheless, he continued.
"They had many children that dotted the sky like the stars we see above--for the stars they are, the ones that guide our way. In these times, wolves were kings and queens of the earth. All other creatures existed under our reign." He then pointed his nose toward the sun, squinting against the glare.
"The brightest of the children was Iliana, and she was beautiful, more radiant than any child who came before or after her. But Iliana was jealous, and jealousy is all-consuming. She was jealous of her mother, of the light Erastia held. One day, the envy overtook her, and she attacked her own mother while her back was turned. Swallowed her up, to take her light, her spirit."
A growl bubbled in his throat as he continued, coming to the climax of the story he'd told a thousand times or more. "Oh, how Fengari's anger rocked the earth! He tried to fight back Iliana's wrath, but with her newfound power, his daughter was too strong for him. Her light was so bright that it turned the night into day, and the wolves--the children of the moon--from kings to peasants." Now, he looked back down at the man, eyes suffused with sadness.
"Now Fengari is engaged in endless pursuit of his daughter. Until he finds her and kills her, the world will not know peace. Wolves will suffer. The light of day will continue to taint the earth."
Phocion regarded the man with abundant curiosity, assuming he'd sat through the story with some interest. "What is your name, brother?" he asked gently, gaze sharp but gentle, inquisitive but relaxed.
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