The wind was howling on this desolate night. The door creaked as I came through. My Grandmother had always told me "No matter how old the story is it is always good to remember it". I kept that dear to me as I looked towards my grandmother and her almost bottomless knowledge. She always tells me stories. As I walked into her home she was sitting on her chair with a blanket across her lap.
"Come here young one I want to tell you a tale." she said in her old, raspy voice. I smiled as I took a seat next to he. Her voice was oddly soothing to me, ever since I was a young child.
"Yes Grandma? What is it about this time? You know I always enjoy your tales." I gave a larger smile as i took a cookie off a small cookie tray and began to eat it right there listening to her intently.
"It is about the Beginning and What happened after it." My Grandma settled into her seat. She was obviously cold even though it was in the middle of August.
"Okay? What about it? You know i'm not a christian." I raised an eye brow at her as i was beginning to wonder if she was senile already.
"No boy. I haven't. It is about the true creation of the world and what had happened after that." My grandmother said while letting out a long sigh looking forward out her window into the endless blue. "It was millions of years ago. There was entities called primals and they ruled the universe. Then there was one named Vermillion. He felt as if the other primals didn't want him because of his magic and abilities. He saw the vast and empty universe and created life. The other primals were enraged but Vermillion didn't care. The first twenty or so life forms were gods and immortals. Then he started to create mortals. He fell in love with one female and started a family. The primals grew angry and did a horrible deed. This deed caused Vermillion to go into a blind rage and he ended up destroying everything. The other primals teamed up and defeated Vermillion taking parts of his soul to different places."
"Wait grandma. What did they do that it was that bad?" I asked my grandmother with a bit of wonder in my voice as I leaned in closer to hear her response.
"You will see later. Just listen to the story." My grandmother had told me as She started her story
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning of it All
FantasySome stories are older than time itself. Some people remember them. Most forget about them. But some find themselves wrapped up in a bigger story.
