The Beginning

Author’s note: This is my attempt to write a creation story for the universe in which many of the stories on this blog are set. Please, don’t hesitate to comment with any critiques or suggestions–it’s always helpful to hear your thoughts, as readers, on what works and what doesn’t. Thanks and enjoy! 🙂

In the beginning, it is said, the world came into being through the pen of Jaeoril the Storyteller, the Timeless One. Time, space, and all of creation were but pinpricks in the depths of his imagination until they began to take shape in his mind; and as they did, a yearning swelled within him until it filled all his being, as though it would pour from the doors of his heart if he would but open them.

So, taking up a scroll, he stretched it across the void surrounding him, and began to write, for he could not contain the story which unfolded within his mind. The images flowed forth from his pen, translating to words upon the parchment. And the words were perfect, of a language only Jaeoril will ever know, for their power exceeds all creation.

As the tale took form upon the scroll, so it arose about him. A word was written, and light burst forth, leaving darkness behind as it sped through the void of space. Colors of immortal brilliance obeyed every command of his pen, spiraling and glimmering with life. There were clouds of mist, suspended and shapeless. Beings not entirely unlike himself, though less in power, began to walk within the story incarnate. To each he gave a portion of his own power, according to their kind, and the mind and will to govern themselves. Those to whom he gave the keys of life and death, he called the Toriel; the rest, whose abilities pertained to light and darkness, he called the Gadiel.

By and by, a sphere of green and blue took shape in the midst. From it blew warm breezes to graze his face as he wrote, bearing with it the many fragrances of saltwater, mud, grass, leaves, and rock. This sphere he called Aeolarea, and breathed his life upon her. And from deep within her arose beings who, like the Toriel and the Gadiel, possessed no physical forms–though they soon learned to acquire them. These he called the Fyrbein, whose power was of fire; the Aeobein, masters of water; and the Gwynbein, whose strength was the wind.

And after these, many other creatures awoke upon Aeolarea’s surface—creatures as numerous and varied as the lands themselves. The greatest of these were a diverse race called the Dragons, who did not, as the legends say, breathe fire. Many were giants among creation, though some were small; and most possessed an intelligence that rivaled that of the Toriel.

And so the story was written, whether in moments or centuries, none can say. And some believe it continues, that even to this day the Storyteller has not ceased his writing. But, in the beginning, all of creation responded to the musings of his pen–playing out his story as actors upon a living stage.

Alas that free will inevitably breeds dissatisfaction. But therein lies a tale for another time.

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10 thoughts on “The Beginning

  1. Dan Hood

    Two comments: By naming the place created Earth, you seem to be setting yourself up as a rival storyteller to the more well known creation story. Are you inviting direct comparisons? Is the beginning referred to here, the same beginning point? When and why does the history so diverge as to account for multiple classes and categories of beings “as numerous and varied as the shelves of a library.” So i’m not sure ‘where’ to put this account of the creation of earth with the one I am already familiar with.

    Also, your last comment confuses me. Are you saying it is too bad that free will does NOT breed dissatisfaction? I would think it does. I would think you should say, “Alas,free will does inevitably breed dissatisfaction. But therein lies a tale for another time.”

    I like the post overall. I like the classes of created beings and the orders of things spoken of. Maybe that is why it seems you should just make it a place entirely new, and your own; maybe it doesn’t need to be called Earth.

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    • Thanks for your suggestions. The idea is that it’s supposed to be a “pre-earth”, with its own set of myths and legends, like in The Lord of the Rings. But then, I guess even Tolkien had a made up name for his world.

      As for the free will-dissatisfaction comment, yes, that’s what I meant–“alas that free will inevitably breeds dissatisfaction.” Thanks for pointing out that little mistake. 🙂

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  2. In the beginning was the Word and the word was good…

    Nothing has power until it is named, this is a powerful concept. Good stuff

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    • Thanks for commenting! Yes, I think it’s a fascinating concept and fantasy is a great medium for exploring it!

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  3. Writing creation stories is always hard since the involvement of one creator means you’ve got one person who has responsibility for it! Still it’s interesting to see where it all came from.

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  4. ganymeder

    Supernatural and meta…. I like it. 🙂

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  5. If the world came into being through a story teller who had pen and parchment, then there must have been a beginning before this beginning. Presumably, there must have been others like him to whom he told his stories. All of that is fascinating to me even though it may not play much into the world you are writing about. One thing I don’t get is why his words would be in a language only he would ever know. That seems counterproductive to telling stories. Or maybe I’m just being too literal.

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    • Thanks for commenting! Those are some good points.

      Yes, it’s not meant to be taken so literally. The idea is that this is a myth told by the people of the world in an attempt to explain creation. Did the God figure really use pen and parchment? Probably not, but they don’t know. Was this the absolute beginning or did something come before? They don’t know. And they certainly believe the language he used was powerful and unknown to them because none of their own languages could create simply by writing words. But again, they don’t know–it’s just a myth.

      The difficulty for me is conveying all of this in a blog-post-sized story.

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