The Seven Sons of the Blacksmith

Long ago, there when sculpting a man from stone, the smith created 7 figures. At first they were simple statues, no defining features, however he loved them with great zeal, for he had spent a long time making them. Every day he would give them more features, chipping away their rougher edges until, finally, after polishing them, they spoke. 
"Father, you have created me and my brothers, but we do not have names. Please father, what are you to call us so we may know what to call ourselves?"
Astounded by this, the blacksmith heard their plea. Having had no children of his own, he humored his creations. Thus he named them.
Upon recieving their names, they were overcome with joy. 
"Father, because you have named us, we will always be sure to do right by you. Please, tell us how we can help."
The blacksmith, having no helpers or children of his own, welcomed their labor. At first they were only so small as to aid in providing tools, but with time they began to grow. 
As they grew they started helping with many other tasks. As they helped the blacksmith, they grew bigger and stronger. One day, they grew so giant that they themselves could no longer fit in the blacksmiths' houses.
The blacksmith, having been so grateful for his sons' help, that he sought to build them each a home great enough for them all. 
For the first son, the most fun loving, he built a wide house from the nearby hills. This house was perfect for him, for it never had any dearth of food or company. 
For the second son, the most analytical, he built a house from the nearby mountain. It was tall like him, and secluded. Perfect for his son who had grown shy but creative.
For the third son, the most independent, he built a house atop the sand. The warmth of the sand was a welcome addition, for it allowed the third son to roam as free as he wished.
For the fourth son, the most creative, he built a home for him in a volcano. His fourth son loved to craft and build, like his father, and so the heat from an ever present forge was perfect for him.
For the fifth son, the most adventurous, he built a home deep within the ice. His son loved the cold, and with it the hardy creatures of the frost became his pets. 
For the sixth, the most philosophical, he built a home for him high in the clouds. This was perfect for him, for the clouds were where he could look down upon the land and ponder great questions.
For the final, and most magnanimous son, however, he was unable to build a house, for he had grown too old. Upon his death bed, his sons gathered to see the blacksmith. Thus he gave them all one last gift:
"My sons, though you are different in how i made you, within each of you is the same soul, yearning to live to great heights. I beg of you, do not let your differences change the fact that you are all brothers."
As he passed away, the 7 brothers mourned. And yet even death cannot stop the march of time, so the brothers eventually had to continue with their lives.
Years past, and eventually the brothers, save for the seventh, all built their houses to be bigger and more elaborate. But one day the walls of those houses began to bump against one another. At first there were only a few scrapes. After all, they were brothers. But eventually, like the home their father made for them, the world had become too small. However, without their father around to make them a larger home, they began to quarrel. 
Quarreling gave way to fighting. Fighting gave way to war. And as they warred the world shook and was split. The creations they had fought so long to build were destroyed as the ground beneath them slowly was swallowed up. 
Soon the brothers found themselves without a home. With nothing left of the homes their father had so lovingly crafted, they fell into despair. It was here the seventh spoke:
"Brothers, it is true our homes are broken, but we are still here. Please, can we not put away our disdain and build something new?"
His words resonated, but his brothers were not convinced.
"What can we build brother? For what we have is for naught. We are without a home."
It was here the seventh brother chastised his siblings.
"Fools, do you not recall the words of our father? His deeds? Before we had a homes to ourselves, we had him, and we had each other. And though he did not craft a home for me, I was always welcome in your homes."
As he spoke it began to storm. All around him, the world began to grow anew.
"A house is what you build from the land around you. But a home is where you are always welcome to stay."
His words resonated with his brothers once more. As the land grew anew, they stood up and followed his lead. Together they built a new home, large enough for all of them. And thus the seven brothers lived on, their thunderous steps to be heard across the land.

Summary

A blacksmith creates the 7 giants. After he passes, they end up destroying one another's houses. Their oldest, or youngest as it's unclear, declares they try again and build a new home for one another.

Historical Basis

There is no historical precedence for this story, as the myth does not seem to be of any particular basis.

Spread

This is a popular story in Cuprum, and in Argenti, as the story emphasizes the use of cooporation.

In Literature

This story is repeated in the Sey Songs of the Argentian Sea, as one of the legends the Lady of the Moon tells the Lord of the Sun.

Date of First Recording

< -800 A.E.