Before the lores of creation are told, there lies a tale only the gods and goddesses know.
Well, except for one.
Te Fiti, the youngest of the pantheon, is thousands of years apart from the rest of her clan. A goddess conceived when the world has al...
When the world of abundant greens and blues was submerged in vengeful crimson — not even the gods and goddesses could do anything about it.
All the islands, spread far and wide, were churned with molten magma. Sable smoke filled the air while sparks of flame ignited the gloomy skies. Ashes rained into the withered floras and burned corpses. The cries of desperation resonated with the bellows of fury.
As the waves crashed and thunder roared, nothing could placate the raging rumbles of the volcanoes. The never-ending eruptions had already reduced half of the world the gods and goddesses were once proud of.
When all hope had almost been lost, the silhouette of a woman appeared. Her figure, though as dark as the inked clouds, emanated a spark of reassurance in the eyes of a chieftain of the gods.
Yet, despite his title, he fell to his knees. His palms faced his direction, forming like an arrow with only the ring finger and little finger's tips touching each other to create a triangular shape, before pressing it to his forehead.
"Tēnā Koe, Te Pō," he greeted, eyes lowering to the ground.
"Rise, Kāne."
And so did he. The woman, though faceless, could be seen observing the downfall ensuing at the moment.
"The world will be wiped out at this pace if we don't do anything." Her invisible gaze returned to him, and her tranquil tone earlier was replaced with concern.
But before Kāne could explain, another person emerged in thin air. The blinding radiance glared in his view. As he tried to adjust his sight, the two people in front of him became as distinct as day and night.
"Te Ao, you've finally arrived." The goddess leaned toward the man, who was known as the embodiment of light.
Their hands interlaced as the man looked around, even when he had the same opaque face as the woman. "This is worse than Te Kore anticipated."
"I know," she replied.
Kāne dropped to his knees again, forgetting his pride as the one who led their pantheon. "I am at fault, atua me te atua! Please punish me at your will!"
"This is no time for such matters, Kāne," Te Ao stated as he gestured for him to rise. "At the present, we can only do one thing to stop this calamity. May it be enough to bring back our peace."
He had no time to comprehend when the two figures immediately flew into the sky. The flow of the wind followed their path. The fiery flames engulfed the land and jet-black fumes rose — as if being absorbed by the two entities.
They morphed until everything transformed into a sphere of luminosity. Once more, it changed to a beam of light and pierced the source of this mayhem.
The howl of the gigantic creature reverberated, rattling the ground and causing tremors in the ocean. The incoherent pleas sent quivers in Kāne's heart, but he was powerless to quench the wrath of his progeny that caused all of this.
When the light eventually swallowed all the fire and darkness, a glowing orb descended on his arms. The small body wrapped in fresh leaves was so tiny on his hold.
On her chest glowed a verdant gem — like a blooming spring that finally sprouted in the cracked soils.
"Kāne, the ruler of the skies." A whisper caressed his ears yet not a single shadow was on his side. But, the stringent tone became more familiar as it continued to speak. "Bid your duties and let the past bury this cruel destruction. Within this child are the light and night that will guide her soul. Hence, she shall be named Te Fiti, the giver of life."
"I understand, toku atua."
"Her heart caused this chaos, this time, protect her heart well."
As his voice dispersed, the God of Void took the remnants of war in his disappearance. The skies cleared, casting a glimpse of the sun. Peace had been restored and pray it would remain.
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Note: Hello, lovelies. Just a little note. The greeting is made up and used by the gods or when greeting a god.
