Heaven's Gardens

Tyr

He had awoken in darkness, knowing nothing other than a sense of being and a great need to do something other than just be. It was more than just a feeling, it was a calling to do something more, to use the Power that filled him to the brim to shape and make things to grow and thrive upon him. And so it was that he began to spend his time in a solid form so he could stride across the rocks and focus his power through his own two hands to coax his ideas from the surface.

Never did the fact that he was not alone enter his thoughts. Instead, he remained focused on having his hands in the soil, the feeling of life surrounding his skin. With every sprout that broke the surface, a bit more pride ran through him.

And then he felt someone else walking along the ground, disturbing his plants, and disrupting his work. It took him a moment to release his physical form as he had not moved about as just his spirit since directly after he had awoken. Once he remembered how to move, he came upon this other quickly.

Her form was so dark that had he only relied upon his eyes, he could not have distinguished her curves from the darkness of the sky above. While he was filled with curiosity as to where she had come from, he was more upset about her interrupting him when he was trying to coax what he was going to call a tree from the soil for the first time. And so when he spoke, his words were short and terse, and yet he could not bring himself to mind.

Nyx. Her name was Nyx.

And she named him Tyr.

Before that moment, he had not thought to name himself, being far more worried in the works he was creating with his Power than giving himself a name when there were none to use it in addressing him. But now he was not alone. And she had given him a name. Given him a name and then completely disappeared once more.

Nyx was absolutely baffling. But it seemed as though she was pleased with his existence and admiring of his works. Not that he had truly needed a reason to keep working, but her interest renewed his vigor to create even more stunning things for her to see.

For Tyr, time passed quickly. Though the things he was creating were numerous, the work seemed to be what he was meant to do, for he was not tired no matter how many of the green plants he coaxed into growing.

And then an idea entered his mind. If he could make the plants grow with his will, why could he not shape the ground in the same way?

And so his attention turned to that new effort. This work was much slower, and yet no less satisfying. With a discerning eye, he built high mountains while scooping out valleys in between. In some places, he let the land remain flat while in others, he created rolling hills and high cliffs that dropped off to a much lower height. The water that had started to run around the surface to help his plants grow even if he was not helping them with his own power, began to trickle to the lower areas, gathering into ponds and lakes in some areas while in others the small channels flowed together into larger streams and rivers, and in the lowest area Tyr had created, something even larger began to take shape.

Instead of turning his attention to the slowly filling basin, Tyr returned his attention to creating more plants. This was when he finally finished the first tree. This first attempt was not nearly as tall and spreading as he had imagined. Instead, the branches twisted about its trunk, and the more Power he poured into it, the more gnarled it became. But it was a hardy creation, and so he moved on to another attempt.

Soon Tyr had created countless trees of differing shapes and shades of green, though the colors were at times difficult to distinguish with all of Nyx's darkness around them. That was a trouble that would need thought at a later time for there was still so much to do.

No sooner had he stepped back to admire his newest tree than he felt Nyx's return to the surface. What was she going to say to him this time? Would she even look at what he had accomplished, or just disappear into her darkness again?

It was not as difficult this time to release his physical being, as much of the shaping he had done to the land had been done in his Spirit form. When he reclaimed his physical being, it was directly behind Nyx, for he wished to see if he could startle her.

Tyr's eyes narrowed at the sight of the changes to her body for they were curious indeed. The very first change that he noticed was the very obvious veil of hair that nearly covered her entire body, looking like it was reaching down to the ground to brush it. And then there were two sparks of silver that almost sparkled on her hands as she reached out to the tree before her. He realized that he was quickly losing the chance to surprise her with his presence and spoke.

Nyx's words, though they began with praise for his works, quickly moved onto what she had done, as though she was expecting him to praise what she had done. But what was there to praise? There was nothing in the sky but darkness. He had looked now and then, but as there was no change, the ground interested him far more.

Not to mention the thought of being in the sky, especially on something that he could not see, or maybe even feel, was something that he would never consider. He was sure that while Nyx could walk upon whatever she thought she had made, there was no guarantee that he would be left plummeting down toward his ground.

And then the bright, happy sound left her mouth and more of the sparkling specks appeared on her skin. Now Tyr counted eight of the spots: one on each hand, one on each leg, one on a cheek, and the other three scattered on her torso. They were startling interruptions of her darkness, and yet they were quite beautiful.

"What is that?" he asked, not able to stop from feeling a bit jealous at the spontaneity of what had just appeared on her skin. He had always had to concentrate his Power directly into what it was he was working on to see any results.

"Oh. I don't know yet. I laughed twice earlier and five of them appeared in the darkness and when I came down here, they were on my body. More must have appeared when I laughed again. It is fantastic is it not? They brighten the darkness!" Nyx answered, not seeming to be deterred by his tone of voice in the slightest.

Tyr's jealousy grew alongside his desire to understand what she had caused to happen.

"They are different," he replied, pushing aside the jealousy to be as civil as he could manage. And yet, perhaps she knew secrets of Power that he had not even dared to explore yet. Nyx was also the only other being he had ever met. If he ever wished admiration of his work, perhaps he should not chase her away just yet. "I have not seen anything that color before. Perhaps in the future we can create together. Now, I have much to do."

This was all the more interaction Tyr could stand for the moment, and decided to show her exactly what she had done to him to end their last conversation. Moving very deliberately, he turned on his heel and disappeared into his growing forest. He heard her laugh once more before Nyx's presence faded from his awareness once more.

And then he noticed the light of the silver sparks he had seen had not faded in the slightest, and turned his eyes to the sky. There in the inky darkness hung the same shining dots he had seen on Nyx's skin, shining new light down upon his plants.

The plants already seemed to be reaching upwards, straining to take in as much of the light as possible. Interesting.

Tyr decided in that moment he would see Nyx again. And together, they would discover a way to bring more light to the world.