The Creation Myth of Tyey Malaaq 2

Harken to my words, ye now, as we rest on the knuckle of Tyey Malaaq, gathered about the daughter of Her sister, Cuix. Naltova's gifts fill our skins, as O'veednyr's grace crosses our lips and cools our brows, truly, the Four have given us Their blessings. So speak we, now in Their presence, as we recall Their earliest times, in the time before there were days. For it was that Tyey Malaaq held Her sister and brothers to herself, even as Tzlodt gave His glare unto Them, and Tanmy'ey turned Her face from Her children. Yet though Their anger was total, and Their determination was set to destroy the makings Their children had devised, They learned that Their children, as children do, had grown stronger than They-- especially Tyey Malaaq. Though Tanmy'ey tugged and pulled, Her grasp was weak. Though Tzlodt shone in His fullness, His heat was as nothing compared to the fires of Cuix. And Naltova cooled Their creations, turning Tzlodt's fury to a balm. But all was not well on what They had made. For that which They made bore young of their own, and those young of their own as well. And in a short time it was that Tyey Malaaq groaned under the weight of the children's children's children's children. And Tzlodt smirked at this, His surety at the folly of His children, and that They would see He and Tanmy'ey were Right. And He assured Himself that They would relent. But again, as always, He misguessed Tyey Malaaq's stubbornness, and She fought to hold them all. Sister, said O'veednyr, there are too many of what We have made. We have made a mistake. There are so many I cannot blow on all their brows to cool them. Sister! Cried Cuix, There is no room for My children! The creatures We have made are covering everything. Sister, admonished Naltova, Our creations have drink all My Waters; were I to add more they would surely be covered by it, for there is no room to add more. And Tyey Malaaq hung Her head for She knew that They could not keep all They had made. Then, She said wearily, We must make them stop creating more of themselves. And the Four grieved for it was in newness, in the creation of the unexpected, that They had taken the most Joy in. And the sameness of these was tiresome to Them. And there were too many of them, to do anything interesting to the Four. But most of all, Their creations suffered for there was no room to be as they had been made to be. Sister, said Cuix, We must be rid of some of them. At this, Tyey Malaaq groaned, and She gathered Her strength, but She knew that Cuix was Right. And She said, How do We choose? It was then that Tzlodt's whisper came to the Four, as He spoke, It is cruel to have to unmake, is it not? And Tyey Malaaq wept, for this had been in Her thoughts. She could not bear to end even one of those which She had made, and in Her heart She knew that the Others feel as She did. If We cannot stand to unmake Our creations, and We cannot stand to watch them suffer, what shall We do? We will make something that walks unseen, answered O'veednyr. It will consume all that lives, to make way for what Must yet be, Cuix added. It will be the Harvest of what was Sown, mused Tyey Malaaq. It will be there bringer of forced Change, said Naltova. And so it was, to Their Hearts ache, that the Four created the Three Deaths. For in the fullness of Time, all things Must yet be replaced with newness. But even the Four do not see them, for the Four turn Their eyes from the Three. The first to be made was Arrakor, the Builder, whose work in the Now shapes what is Yet to Be. And Arrakor swept through the Creation, clearing out all but a pittance of that which had been made. And though Tyey Malaaq felt relief at the absence of the great weight which She had borne, She grieved at their loss. And the Four turned their eyes away. But in Time, all things will heal, even the Sorrows of the Four. And They made Kallyt, the Harvester, who reaps, whose work in the Now is a Consequence of what has come Before. And suddenly there was Reason, and with it, Thought. And then the actions of the Four had more weight, for the marks of the happenings of Before could be seen in the Now because Kallyt made it so. And the last of the Three, They named Irgu, the Calamity, who was the Wanderer, and the bringer of Change, who was the one that would Ensure that nothing repeated perfectly. Irgu made certain that Their work, the Creation of All that Is, would not be static, that there would always be Something New. And when They looked on what they had made, the Four saw that it was Good. And the Ancient Light and Infinite Could too were impressed despite himself, and the knowledge that the Four may have surpassed Tanmy'ey and Tzlodt festered and boiled inside Them, that Their children were both Stronger and Wiser than He and She were. And the Two in Their jealousy of Their Children resolved ever more to unmake what the Four had made.