Craving

Demiurges

With a smile of pleasure Yannice watched a galaxy being born. In floods of fire and sparks burning stars came out of nowhere to illuminate the previously black vacuum. Planets formed lazily in the fresh light, heavy rocks grinding one against another in the enormous effort of accumulation. Lost pieces of stone and ice floated and flocked to create comets, those strange, eternal travelers of hot hearts and icy tails. In the obscurity of dark holes the mystery lied down sleepily, not ready yet to stick out its head into the outer world.

Yannice blinked and the life appeared on several globes, little and fragile at first, but fervently growing to its full power. Three breaths later intelligent beings populated this fresh universe, eager to explore it and understand its secrets. At this point Yannice stopped her observation, allowing her creation to move on its own now. Anyway, at this moment usually some pangalactical war started and led to destruction of all those carefully crafted little miracles. And yet Yannice never thought of making intellectless beings to populate her worlds. What would be their use if there was nobody to appreciate them, even for as short a time like her several breaths.

With a deep sigh Yannice got up slowly from her demiurge's seat and walked to the Garden. On the way her thoughts circled around her handsome brother Nayadir. His long hair, the color of old gold, so similar to her own, flowed down in gentle curves onto his broad arms. His sapphire eyes shined brightly with wisdom and goodness. A thrill went through Yannice's body. Oh, she knew that feeling but too well. The forbidden desire burned in her since the beginning of time, maybe even before then. She somehow managed to keep it a secret from everybody. Not even Nayadir suspected her real feelings, so different from his own brotherly love.

Heavy gates of the Garden opened without a sound before the rightful inhabitant and Yannice entered the home of the demiurges'. In abundance of verdure colorful flowers glimmered like precious jewels. Sweet smell of blossom floated in the fresh air mixing with the light scent of recent rain. Similar to million diamonds, tiny water drops shimmered on emerald leaves, sending sparks right to admirer's eyes.

At the turn of the path she had taken, Yannice spotted Essaya, nonchalantly leaning against a tree. His svelte silhouette reminded Yannice of her favorite dagger, so delicate and yet so deadly. "Not a bad comparison," she thought to herself, approaching him silently. He was gazing melancholically at the darkening sky, lost in his reverie, unaware of the world around him. Unnoticed, Yannice came closer and put her hand on his arm. As if she had awakened him from a deep dream, Essaya shivered and turned directly to face the one daring to interrupt him. Yannice smiled when their lips almost met in this sudden change of position. Looking him in the eyes she stepped back a little, so as to prevent their bodies from touching each other.

"What were you dreaming about?", Yannice asked in a soft voice, her hand reaching delicately to Essaya's black locks. "Nothing. At least nothing of any importance", he answered with a smile that was suggesting just the opposite. Yannice grinned, "Hmm, in that case you won't mind coming with me. I've got an idea for a nice game." Essaya nodded in agreement.

Soon they entered a broad clearing with a playful stream crossing it in a myriad of sparkles. It whirled to reach a small pool, like a crystal necklace adorned with an emerald medallion. Grey stones contrasted marvelously with rich grass covering the ground like a thick carpet. On one of the rocks, just on the board of the pond, sat Solennya, calmly playing her hand over the water. She did not notice the newcomers, her auburn hair falling down over her face.

Essaya hummed an old tune, the one they all listened to when they were children. Solennya turned to them with a welcoming smile, "I thought you both got lost somewhere... Glad to know you didn't after all." Yannice answered laughing, "Essaya got lost, but I've found him and brought him back here." "Yes, you tore me from the deadly embrace of my dreams. Thank you, my lady," jested Essaya, but there was no humor in his eye. Yannice caught his regard and tightened her grip on his hand.