Tales of Flontryn

The Thirteen

As with all thing, there must be a beginning. A start. A push in the direction of your fate. And while fate is never fully defined, it always has a beginning. So the beginning of Flontryn, starts with thirteen powerful beings ascending above all borders. Seven of them saw this as a chance to create something in their own image, and a chance to make something happen in the almost endless void they now occupied. So they began work on what they named Flontryn. Two of them worked upon the world itself, while three of them worked upon what would live on the surface of that land. One reworked the land for more changes and added his own creations below the land, while the final looked and thought, and decided to make a thing that could serve him and help with what he wanted. To make it, he took some clay from the bottom of the clearest river, some metal from the tallest mountain, some stone from the deepest part of the ocean, and the instincts from a particularly insightful eagle named Ka, and molded it into his creation. With these he molded what he named, the first human. He decided that, while he liked it, it was still not what he desired. So he took the fierceness of a volcano, and the desire for growth from a tree, and molded these into his creation. After a while, it was thoroughly combined with the rest of the elements he used, and he called it a woman. When he was finished, the other six came to see why he had taken from the rest of what they had wrought, and not given back. He showed it to them, but they did not like it as he did. They scorned him for what they considered a waste. He did not listen, and took even more of these elements he had used, and molded again. He called this new creation a man. He felt that his work was done with these two, and so, he used the final element that he had held within himself. He exhaled upon the brow of both, and pushed his gift of life into them. The others felt this, and rushed to see what he had done. They found him, severely weakened, and asleep in front of his two creations. When he breathed upon them, he warmed them, thus colouring them a pink tone.

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As these Seven worked and laboured, Six remained in the sky. They watched as the Seven worked and changed, and decided to help the creations of the Seventh. They all brought together their power, and formed an element they call intelligence. They pushed this into the heads of the two humans. After this, they created the final creation of all the Thirteen. They made souls, and pushed two of them into these humans. The rest they gave to the world and everything in and on it. Every tree, every stone, every mountain, every musical tone. Everything gained its own awareness. Thus the Six retreated to their void above the world, and the Seven to where they wished. One to the icy plains of the north, another to the deepest part of the sea. One to a mountain so full of pride it flowed with liquid fire. One to a forest no human would ever see, one to the tallest mountain across a sea. One to a sea without water in the south, and the final god, the Seventh, spread himself in both the sky and the underground so he could remain as witness to all.