First Thunder
In midsummer, eons ago, Zheenkeef hit upon a cure for her boredom. She would enchant a lump of normal marble so that whosoever beheld it would swear the rock was a statue in the likeness of the beholder. Her enchantment would be so powerful that to look at the rock would be to become utterly convinced it was a statue. Such a thing would reveal the vanity of all around her, for every member of her family, all the Lords of Heaven, would look upon her creation and believe it was a monument in his own honor and preen and strut at the sight of it.
When she had crafted this glorious work of mockery, Zheenkeef put the statue in the middle of the great hall of the Holy Ones. That night, when the Gods of the Tree assembled for their dinner, each one came upon and the rock and gazed in wonder.
“Who has put this statue of me in the middle of the hall?” shouted Terak with a great laugh, so delighted was he at its workmanship. “Was it you, Korak, my loving son?”
Korak thought perhaps his father had gone mad, or played him a trick, for he stared quite plainly at his own face hewn in the marble.
He was about to respond when Tinel called out, “Why do you always spread your lies, brother? Can you not stand even one statue of me, that you must demean it by calling it your own?”
It was not long before the argument of the gods reached such a volume that Urian shook and Thunder was born. Whenever the gods argue to the exclusion of all else, Urian shakes rumbles so that all the world might hear.
He was about to respond when Tinel called out, “Why do you always spread your lies, brother? Can you not stand even one statue of me, that you must demean it by calling it your own?”
It was not long before the argument of the gods reached such a volume that Urian shook and Thunder was born. Whenever the gods argue to the exclusion of all else, Urian shakes rumbles so that all the world might hear.
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