The years six and ninety passed in the world, the twins of silver and gold obedient to the threads of Time. On the plains of Gaea, the world was fruitful and the people of cloth and magick grew, pious to the Goddess and her blessed, radiant children. Yet minds grew wicked in later days, where She, having peopled the earth with the seed of Ceryŭa, who had since died hundredfold at the coming of each frost, had made Her people mindful of nothing but Her faith and kindness of the heart. They felt not anger nor discontentment, all pain dispirited by joy. Luthorn had gifted them with fire, with which to warm their flesh at night and in the terrors of Qirïdun so that they might not succumb to those fearsome denizens creeping forth from the earthen cage where He, the Chaotic Lord, did scream a silent rage of madness.

Yet, man had not the mind to create more, not to make molten and forge tools, nor to feast on creature’s flesh roasted over flame. So She, generous and illustrious, ruled that all those women that had blossomed and all those men that had matured would be so granted imagination with which to gain and fulfil the life they had as mortals. In quiet contemplation, She sat alone and gave life to a creed to prosper the minds of man. She called forth a most beloved angel, whose name was Ahmeniel. Above all others of his kind, this angel’s wings were most glorious of all, in rival to those mighty wings of Dawn upon the spine of Ilmatar. The Goddess broke from Ahmeniel’s back a golden-ended feather, with which to write upon woven parchment in the lowly inks of man, for She would beget creatures of half-divinity and half of mortality. Upon each torn sheet She wrote words that had not yet crossed the tongue; designs known not yet to Her mortal kin, each gifts to be granted and discovered in times that would be. She then parted Her soft lips and withdrew from Her mouth a slender pearl, nine She pulled forth to be bound inside each parchment, knotted each with a hair from Her golden-crowned head.

Before Her there was the sight of creation, nine figures of moving stone, with all-golden eyes and lips and fingertips, that were both in likeness of man and of woman, for She made it so that the gifts She would so grant would be given to all, and be not engendered so as to be loved by one above another. Eight She made of words, of words known by all and those to be learnt, two of these to be twins who would thus make performance of man’s merriment and sorrows. One She held across Her curved hip to there remain and word the trials and triumphs in the schemes of Time, and on the other hip She held one who would teach man to look upon high to all that She had crafted, so as to wonder and to pursue a higher path. She commanded that three would attend the fields of the world, to record all litany and make words of feeling and piety into tune. Another was to go and bring life to all stories that slept unstirred in mortal minds, to make them the most immortal of all art, to be carried forth through ages to aid all despair that would assail and haunt many upon the land. One remained who was to be not of words, but would make strength from man’s stirring feet and gesture in harmony to those soon-crafted melodies. So these Nine would be placed upon the fields of the world and make prosperous the minds of man and woman.

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