Time cascading away through our fingers as we
Adventure tripping over rocks tossed from the hardened fingers of Mother Nature. Peeking into
Nooks and crannies and gazing into pools of
Infinite knowledge and imagination. It is a gift I say to
Tanith, that we have been shown these spots of intrigue
Hidden from the mortals , to vauge and dull their minds eye.
Their we stand, Tanith and I. Wandering through the derelict night sky.
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It started after the rainfall great quakes of earth tumbling over one and other reconstructing and reshaping. The flood had ruined the world or so the mortals said but for the gods the flood was a sign of new times , the rebirth of the earth. The few mortals that survived the tyranny of the elements sook refuge In the earth, hiding in caverns and caves. These things didn't last long down their I'm afraid. They returned from the earth as they had once emerged, lying out their bones to fertilise the growing earth.
Then came the dawn of ethos. Gods came to the earth to repopulate and turn it into a haven of nature. The earth was renamed htrea as blessed by the sun. Rivers ran silver with the gift of magick and flowers bloomed rich with colour and plump with pollen. Htrea was slowly healing , regaining power which was taken from them in the reign of mankind. Nights where filled with festivities and joy. Happiness grew and hatred and evil was banished. The earth was blessed with the kind hands of the nymphs and the sky was blessed with the grace of the angels. But all good things must come to an end. Plagues and famines hit small gatherings of gods and spirits and slowly but surely the great race died out.
Though one god lived they were the ancient one, flowing with power so great that the land seeped with magick wherever they went. They set about healing animals and the smallest spirits to repopulate the land. But they too we weakened from the sickness. It was in these trying times that the first essences of my existence where found by the great one floating on an island in the middle of the sea . I do not fully remember my first existence and I do not know how long I had existed in that state. However I do remember the ancient one for even though my ears and eyes may have been sown forth by the earth stages of life my mind and spirit was flowing with life and curiosity. I remember the sudden heaviness in the air as I was floating on my hidden island feeling the air seep with ancient magic, secrets wild and overgrown and tales that have grown by the years spiralling into fantasy's. I remember hunger for knowledge, I wanted them to spill their tales into my soul like the thickest honey I wanted them to weave a tapestry full of the secrets spoken by many. And I wished to hear their many voices weave me tales of before. The ancient one took me back to the lands of its birth and named me Merlin after the swift bird that flew in the sky's. It's soul laughed at my thirst for knowledge and soothed me with the thought of learning it in my own time. It sensed a great path I would lead. I never had that long with them as the sickness grew to great for them to handle. At the aspect of great knowledge being blown to the wind the god made a perilous journey to the sky's and created lakes nestled among the clouds. They let their thoughts spill into the crystalline waters and whispered tales into its rivers. After that they ventured back down the htrea and rested upon the highest mountain with their arms reaching the skies. They said their final goodbyes to me as their body turned to rocks...
