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The Gods Breathed Deeply



Long ago, in a time before time, a goddess appeared. She was the first life form, the first to think and breath. With her gift of life, she created a mate, the first male god. Together they created the universe, and all that flourished in it. Each selected a world to create upon. The Great Goddess, Aedrith, laid claim to a green planet, one already in the process of creating life. The Great God, Goud Salra, with his mighty strength and stamina, took a planet that had been fresh from creation, its surface covered in vast volcanic fields and lakes, the sky layered with elemental gases.


Millennia swept past the star-crossed lovers. Aedrieth had created other gods to help her bring life unto the planet. Kreaqu, goddess of the far north, hunting and wolves, taught the early humans to worship her powers of the hunt. Gondail and Greand were the twin gods, both in an eternal vie for their creators love, yet loving each other immensely. Gondail, the god of longevity and stamina, was created to teach mortal man and animal how to survive in times of hardship. Greand, Gondailís twin sister, was goddess of law and truth. She was assigned to teach all mortals the way of the gods, how to live in peace and harmony.


Shanain, the god of fire and the forge, war and weapons, taught early man how to harness fire. Eventually he taught the humans mortals how to forge and mine the elements. He was the origin of hate, the leader of the very first war. Long had he been at odds with his brothers and sisters, yet Aedrieth did not recognize his growing hate and malice. Before she could halt his actions, Shanain had passed his hate among the mortal humans, cursing them forever with his gift. Long after, Aedrieth warily trusted any of her creations, except for her lover, Goud Salra.


After many millennia, Goud Salra came back to his creator, empty handed, unsuccessful. The dead planet he had attempted to sow life upon was too unstable, too early in its own stages of beginning. As he hung his head in misery for failing his love, he saw the new godly creations of hers. It seemed to him as if she had moved on without him, and he became angry. Goud Salra plotted angrily behind Aedriethís back; the first of her new creations to fall into his grasp was Shanain. He gladly offered his services to the much older and wiser God.
One by one, they all fell to Goud Salra, his bribes and lies sinking into their minds until he had them wrapped about his hands. Aedreith had an idea of the goings on around her, for she had noticed a strain in her loverís manner the moment he came back form his long isolation. Long hours spent mulling over what was brewing around her did not comfort Aedreith at all. Already she sensed a shadow growing amongst her godly creations. Her love for them all never wavered once; it was impossible for her to hate any of her creations.


As Goud Salraís plans came close to completion, his nerves began to weaken. He began to question himself. What would happen if they succeeded in locking away Aedrieth, what would become of them, the gods? Mustering up all the mettle in his mind, he decided to execute the plan. The plan, later called the Great Betrayal, was to lure the Goddess into the third plane, the spirit plane. Aedrieth would answer the distress signal of a single, living soul trapped in the realm of the dead. The five gods found themselves a soul as dark as their plans, tempting him with pleasures of the flesh and other such objects of mortal desire. The manís greedy ways could not pass this opportunity up, and who was he to oppose the gods? Gone were this manís fears of the gods, who better to trust than the creatures that created all? When the traitorous gods had thrown him into the realm of the dead, they stood upon the threshold of life and death, waiting for Aedrieth to come to the greedy manís call.


True to her empathetic feelings, she came rushing to the evil manís aid. The group of gods all smiled at each other. Grabbing the edges of reality, they pulled the entrance to the plain of the dead close. The look upon Aedriethís ethereal face was more of a sad realization than anything else. Goud Salra laughed at her expression. Before the plane was closed off entirely, the trapped goddess laid out her last words.


ď This will be the last we meet, my love. Until the one of shadow and light shall free me, you may rule this universe. I dare say you will have a rather difficult time of it. When I am free, some of you may be punished for what you have done to me, and what you will do to others. Love can be violent as well as gentle, my children.Ē


They closed the gap, and left for the plane of life, all rather shaken up by their creators last spoken words. Goud Salra was not deterred by his loversí strange words. He was to rule all that she had created, with his laws in mind. It would be a new dawn that rose when the world turned upon its axis.











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Ye of wary heart and loose of tongue, ye shall be destroyed in the coming storm.


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The following comments are for "The Gods Breathed Deeply (Revision)"
by usukae89

Hey readers!
I would love your feedback on what I need to add. It feels something is missing here, and I would greatly appreciate any suggestions!

Usukae Atsuri signing off!
(I have a new pen name, and thanks to my lazy brain, it is now lost in its depths......)

( Posted by: usukae89 [Member] On: October 17, 2006 )





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