The Tales of Greenfar - The Legend of Quel

Prologue - The beginning of Greenfar

Bored gods can be dangerous. I know that, I've been here as long as time. Thankfully, this maxim doesn't apply to me, as there's always something going on, even if it's the lack of inspiration from my colleagues. And my role is to make sure that everything that has happened can be retold.

The nature of what I do demands a certain neutrality, after all, the history of stories cannot be told in a partial way. I understand my craft very well, but that doesn't stop me from having opinions, does it?

Or do you think that the divines don't argue, don't disagree and live in harmony? In that case we would be describing stones and not gods.

But let's start from your beginning.

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In a time that can no longer be calculated, what was there was not enough, and boredom hung over all the entities. A certain weariness was noticeable, even the eagerness to brag about their great achievements. Not even the eternal competition over which latest creation was the most remembered generated excitement.

Then an idea emerged: "What if we conceived something that developed on its own?". The proposal generated some curiosity and was complemented: "We could generate an embryo and let it grow away from our wishes. And then surprise ourselves."

Some were skeptical that it could work, but most saw an opportunity, especially when someone suggested the shape of a planet. Such a complex ecosystem could generate entertainment for eons.

With the main project established, ideas began to emerge from all sides - if everything was included, there would be no chance to make it work.

"The base could be made of fire!"

"Let it be entirely of water."

"What if it was made of the strongest metals to last for eternity like us?"

"Let it be made of stars so that we can follow from afar."

This last one even had potential, but considering the finite nature of the stars, I unfortunately couldn't support it.

This was the second most heated discussion I've ever seen take place between everyone and certainly the longest-lasting. It took ages before Garieli took the lead and with his usual calm suggested that ideas be heard one at a time, until there were no more suggestions. Only two criteria could veto their addition to the project: if it made self-evolution impossible or if it conflicted with ideas that had already been approved.

At first it worked very well, and the planet shaped up as a rich and promising space, but the advocates of chaos managed to add little 'touches of style'. Instead of a planet with clouds of fire, they proposed lightning and occasional discharges of potentially destructive energy. Rivers made of lava? They'd wipe out half the previous ideas, but what if they were under layers and layers of stone? It even seemed harmless and would still work to balance the temperature of the place. And if they leaked at one point or another, it would give a slight contrast to the hundreds of green and blue things that were already there.

So, each element was added without the result being anticipated, and then, when there was silence, the contemplation began.

The only rule was simple: no one could interfere, correct or influence the course of anything that happened there, but everyone was already so immersed in the spontaneous changes that were taking place, there was no need to remind them. Everyone relished the fact that they didn't know what was going to happen, a new sensation for the divine.

For ages, the main subject was the spontaneous combinations that occurred on the planet, generating explosions or new formations. Observing and naming what was new kept most of us engrossed for a long time. Some devoted themselves to creating stories about possible futures, others made predictions about what the next combination would be, and the plurality of events increasingly fascinated the eyes of those who had already seen it all.