Artillery of Blossoms- Mythology

3: Names of the Universe

Plasma sighed as she descended into day once again with the Star. When she was little, she loved the boredom and uneventfulness of Earth. Though, it gradually started getting less fun- and now at her 17 years of age, she was tired of it all. Another day of mud, another day of brown.

The highlights of her boring days started to become the way Star colored the sky and set in the night as the monsters stirred and yawned. The Earth was boring, there was rarely anything to do in the murky and dirty waters. 

There was space and sky, but it was too risky. Sure, she could float across the immense space, but the Star didn't want her to go too deep- it was where the monsters lurked when day beat them back.

Days upon days she had resisted the temptation to chase after the Star, pleading for companions. One thing, one problem, always stopped Plasma in her tracks. She didn't want the Star to be hurt. Plasma knew very well that the Star could take it to heart, so day after day she had floated to earth, resigning herself to this life. Until, that is, she couldn't take it anymore. Sighing softly, she floated above the Earth to view its ugly surface bathed in the Star's light.

"Screw this." She thought, huffing slightly, and came to a conclusion.

As the Star ascended, instead of heading towards Earth, Plasma followed its trail of searing light. She could see the elegant Star's head, craning to look down at Plasma. Its eyes were like a plane of glass to its thoughts: it wondered what Plasma needed and what was wrong, and there was fear too- the irrational fear if it was the day your loved ones were going to leave you. The Star had always been afraid of Plasma leaving, for the world was boring and degrading. Plasma was taken aback by these emotions, displayed right on the surface, and reached for the Star's hand.

It was meant as a comforting gesture, trying to reassure the Star she wouldn't leave it. She felt the tickle of flames as her arm was engulfed in the bright orange element. No searing pain. The Star stopped elegantly at the spot she was at and looked at Plasma. The Star's huge mane of fire hair whipped in all directions, doubling in size. Plasma twined her own fiery hair with her free hand.

"Star, since you made me, could you make another? Could you make me siblings?" Plasma's eyes sparkled and reflected the dance of flames in front of her. "It.. has gotten so boring, with an empty world." The Star stared at her, slightly taken aback. It wasn't expecting this. It nodded roughly, not stopping to even think about the request. Plasma never asked for anything, and the Star knew if she was asking for this, she wanted it greatly.

The Star rose higher in the air, muttering under its breath, and its flames completely doubled in size. A muttered incantation, that's all what was needed. Three of them, so that they could represent the corners of the world. Three girls, the same age as Plasma, appeared at her side.

Nobody knows how they got their names, exactly. Someone could say, right as they were born, the universe whispered the names in Star's ear. Blossom, Wind and Lake.