“The light combined with the lifeblood of his mother and from it, they gave back life to the world. Once more, life in all its glory flourished under the tears of Erohim”
“They new men and beast began to worship Erohim, but their adulation did not bring him any joy. For his mother was dying, and he could do nothing but weep, and she died soon after, and his pain seemed to have no ending.”
“Yet, his pain was what gave this world life.”
“That was the state of things, Orum returned to find, his wife sundered in three parts and his son, a weeping mess. Orum was consumed with grief, and he no longer felt love for his son but instead was replaced by hate, and in a fit of rage he tore the weeping child to pieces with his bare hands.”
” To the newly created men, Orum saw them as an affront to his grace—A disgraceful union between his wife and son, and he quested deep into the world where beings of darkness lay that had grown numerous in his absence and he made these beings of darkness into monsters, with a singular purpose, which was to torment every living creature on the face of the world.”
“For a very long time after, Orum gloried in the cries of despair from the world, and even his great light began to grow dark with corruption, and he could barely give out light, and when he did give out light, it was so bright it scorched the land.”
“The delight of Orum for such perversity did not decrease, but became much deeper, until his light began to burn red. He continuously tortured the new men, until their cries became so loud, it silenced the weeping of Erohim, for even though he was in pieces he still lived in agony.”
“Seeing the suffering of the world, Erohim stopped weeping and turned his voice to cry out for help, after begging his father to no avail. Erohim did not give up and continued seeking for aid, until his petition reached the home of his Ancestor, a mysterious being who dwelled far away.”
“Yet, his hopes were dashed once more, as he received no aid but silence. His voice stayed outside the home of the Ancestor, and every moment he cried for mercy for his people. But he was ignored.”
“His antics had made some dwellers in the home of his Ancestor angry, and one among them acted and banished his voice from reaching that place no longer.” .
” Almost in despair, and about to give up, he noticed that the one who banished him was a talking cup of tea, that was filled with starlight, and Erohim took a chance and when the tea cup was looking away, he drew in a deep breath and sucked away all the starlight it contained.”
“That starlight contained knowledge, and with this knowledge, he could control the powers of his station.”
“The adulation of the people had given Erohim the gift of wisdom, and with that gift, he fashioned a great warrior from his heart, and he released the warrior unto the world to fight the monsters his father had unleashed onto it.”
“The warrior was great in strength and wielded both Divine Might and Heavenly Flames, and he gathered all the people from East to West, North and South, and forged a great army with him as the leader, and he began a campaign against the monsters.”
“Using his blood, Erohim began healing his dead mother, even as he battled the monsters in the world. Yet, his powers were so great, he was able to resurrect his mother, although with great cost to himself. Yet, he still failed to make her whole once more, but she came back to life, but no longer as one singular moon but three.”
Circe paused and paused and pointed at the sky, even at dawn, you could still see the three moons hanging on the horizon like white pearls in a sea of gold, “Ga, Ne, and Sha. These are the three moons that were left.”
“Ga–Ne–Sha was still too weak, however she could slowly recover, and she called for her husband and her son. Orum felt disbelief at first and then intense happiness, as his wife was back to life once more, but when Ganesha saw the state of the world, her son, and the appearance of her husband and the catastrophe he had placed on the world, her grief became heavy.”
“With a loud cry, Ga–Ne–Sha weak Spirit fell into true death, and Orum seeing the result of his fury fled in shame to the darkest corner of the universe.”
“But Erohim did not falter, he spent the last of his blood to make sure the body of his mother was whole, and the moment he defeated the last of the monsters, he ignited his Spirit and became the new sun over the world, and there he had watched ever since.”
“Or until, they say our progenitor came and stabbed him in the back with a lightning bolt, but who knows…”
Rowan Spirit was shaken, there were many similarities between this story and his own, so much he could not just assign this to mere coincidence. Even though his composure was calm, his mind was in chaos, he wanted to disregard this story before, but many details of it spoke to him with a sort of truth he could not deny.
Subtract the fluff, and going along with certain events that happened to Erohim, it could be a carbon copy of his present life.
Rowan stroked his chin, “Hmm, a rather interesting story if I should say so myself, but I wonder, is the evidence linking me to this Erohim not too fragile? I mean, I can see the link between the monsters and the calamity happening now, but…”
“That’s where you would be wrong.” Circe pointed to the mountain Rowan found himself on when he descended on this world. “Even from here, can’t you see it. That’s the largest mountain in all of Jarkarr, the famous Spine of Erohim, if I’m not wrong, they all said you fell from the mountain covered in flames to save them from monsters born from Orum’s wrath.”
“That event was a bit exaggerated.”
“To tell you the truth. I have a sharp instinct and I can easily separate Auras, and intuitively understand certain truths. I can’t read you. So, I will do something strange and also believe in you. Believe you’re what these men proclaim you to be. Erohim.”
“So you’re doing all that because of an instinct of yours?”
“Yes, and also because believing in you makes me one of your people… Erohim protects his own.”
“Well that’s surprising, coming from someone whose Ancestor owns the planet.”
“My name is not on the land deeds. Plus, he has untold millions of descendants. My Ancestor would more easily protect the cup he drinks his wine from, than his children, who are as plentiful as the sand on a beach.”
Rowan sighed, “I have told you, that you have nothing to fear from me, outside betrayal of my trust, everything would continue as it was.”
Her silence was enough to answer, and Rowan settled down to watch the people below. Times like these were filled with peace and laughter, and he drank them all in, as they were a source of strength as potent as any Battle Stimulant.
They stayed that way, watching the preparation, and soon it was about to begin, and Circe made to stand up, “So, coming down?”
“No. I’ve seen my share. Celebrate with them, I have things I need to do.”
Circe paused, “if you insist, I will save your share of the food for you, but don’t stay too long, or I may end up taking it for myself.”
Rowan sniffed, “you don’t want to do that, trust me.”
“Yeah, yeah…hey, Erohim, don’t be a stranger, okay? See you.”
She jumped off, and Rowan observed for a few moments before he turned away. He had plenty of things to do.
Time, as ever, did not wait for him.