There was a time in our history, when we were a young people, when there was much dissent and chaos. Neighbouring tribes took advantage from our disarray and we suffered much loss. The people of our tribe were resentful and distrustful of their rulers. Yes, once we had two, but that was many years ago. They thought it unnatural that more than one person ruled over them, and demanded a resolution. The Chieth and his Chiethess approached the Kian seeking her wise counsel for a way to end the dispute without spilling blood. The Kian listened to their problem, and their fears and bade them go away into the forest for a week, to spend time as they had following their wedding two years before, then to return and await the birth of a special child. A child who would shape the future of our world.
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The Chieth and Chiethess did as the Kian had bidden, packing a few supplies and holding hands immersed themselves in the forest and each other. The nine day week passed quickly for them, but they returned hand in hand, smiling radiantly. They were met by the Kian, who placing her ancient hand upon the Chiethess’ belly, pronounced her with Heir, and that this Heir would be like no other, they alone would rule. The tribe cheered and life continued over the next nine months.
Bright was the sun and the moon the day the child was born. The Kian smiled, and pointed out the good omen to the tribe, saying the dual blessing of the Lords of the Sky boded well for the future. In the late hours of the day, as the sun waned, and the sky turned a bloody red streaked with purple, and as the moon glistened brighter rising to rule the night, the child was born. There was no talk, no cheering, just silence from within the tent, where the exhausted Chiethess lay after birthing the child.
The Kian held the child up to its parents, who looked at it, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “This is the Child. This is the Heir. Hir is both of you. They are of male and female, simultaneously, as hir grows, they will learn to control the changing, they are two and they are one. One heart, of dual nature. They will always shift, from male to female and back. They will be fertile to carry, or to impregnate, unlike others who are born similar. Any issue born of them, will carry this same trait, and it will mark the line of the Chieth. There is no longer a Chieth and Chiethess, only the Chiethyn. The child will have a name for both of hir identities, what names do you bestow. Shaken, the Chieth spoke, eyes still wide with shock. “I would bestow Goryn on hir maleness.” The Chiethess looked up smiling, taking back the child and rocking hir in her arms. “I would bestow Kila, upon her femininity.” Goryn/Kila cooed reaching out to hir parents.
Taking the Goryn/Kila the Kian held the naked child aloft for all the tribe to see, they stared wide eyed as the baby shifted back and forth, male to female, laughing and cooing with delight. “Your Heir. Your one ruler, marked, always to be known from any pretender. I present to you Goryn/Kila.” The tribe cheered, and the child was welcomed and revered. In time they took their place as Chiethyn of the tribe, leading well, having many children follow in hir line afterwards, even as our world changed, becoming more advanced, and technological, still the dual child was born of the original Goryn/Kila, still our people’s ruler, our pride and joy, our hope, this is the legend of our beginnings.
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