An old woman sat cross-legged on a stone cold floor, a gathering of children in front of her. She had grey hair pulled tightly in a bun, and long, flowy green dress. As the children quieted down, she began speaking, her voice as silky as a spider's web, "Children, today you will learn the story of how our wonderful planet began."
Suddenly, a stream of stars floated out from the woman's head, flooding the ceiling with scenes from when the planet was first created. "A long time ago, our rulers, the Chiedza gods, created a planet where all of our people would live. This planet is called Pasi. They used the light of all the stars, that is why we are always in the light. The Chiedza created temples for us to worship them and gave us fertile soil for farming."
"What about the Chiedza festival, mukoma?" One of the children questioned from the back.
"Ah, yes, good question little one." The elder said. "The Chiedza festival celebrates the day our gods created the first of our people. We honor our humble beginnings and our gods,"
"What about the Rima?" A dark-haired young girl asked, her eyes full of curiosity. "Is it true they are savages who live in the darkness?"
Yes, the Rima people were created by the gods as a challenge for our ancestors, but the original Chiedza people easily defeated the Rima and quickly became an advanced people that ruled our planet as far as the light."
"Ah yes," the storyteller muttered to herself as she jumped up, surprisingly swift for an old woman."Quickly little ones, follow me." The children followed out of the stone hut and to the edge of the cliffs where the small hut sat. "Everything that the light touches are where the Chiedza rule,""What about where the light doesn't touch?" questioned a small unnoticeable boy.
"We do not go there." The elder grew a far off look on her face.
"Why?" the boy asked again.
"The woman's expression turned cold. She walked over to the young boy. "It's not safe there."
"Why not?" he replied with a smirk on his face.
The woman grabbed the child's shoulder shoulders, "What is your name?"
"Wrynn Jalel," the boy supplied, his smirk slowly fading into a face of fear.
"Mr. Jalel, I advise you not to ask too many questions. They can get you in trouble." The old woman turned back to the rest of the children and continued to weave the tale of creation.
Little did she know, Wrynn Jalel had already started the long journey down the mountains and back to civilization, slightly disturbed by the things he had learned.
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The Whisper of the North
FantasyOnce upon a time, in an alternate universe, a long ways away, there lives a planet, not unlike ours, called Pasi. In fact, this planet was a twin to our own, with only one difference. It never turned. One side was always covered darkness, Rima, the...