The Awakening, a historic tale.
In the beginning, there was ice. Nothing lived, nothing breathed. The soil beneath the frozen oceans rested. Even the great sun slept. No lights were hung in the sky. Time new not the world. All was quiet, and all were sleeping.
But the beginning was only the beginning for so long. There came a day when something within the soil stirred. That day was heralded by a gentle light forming over the horizon. The sun had opened its eyes. And with the sun came warmth, and with warmth came the slow, tedious work of melting the ice back into flowing oceans.
The ice did not want to melt, but it knew that up against the sun it would be futile to protest. So the ice began its work. It did not want to leave this realm that it had come into without making its proper mark. It carved the hard soil into mountains, rivers, lakes, savannas, hills, and holes.
One day, the sun finally shone bright enough that the ice truly did start to melt. It slid down the mountains it had carved, and into the lakes and oceans it had formed. Finally, the sun's light touched the cold soil.
The ice gave way to the sun, and left the earth with one last gift. It melted into clean water, which seeped into every crack and crevase it could. The sun could now see all the earth, and shined upon it with great light.
With this new light, the soil could breath the cool air for the first time. Upon the flattest stretches of land, small hills began forming. Grasses grew to cover these hills, delighted to see the sun and stretch out their little green fingers.
The hills grew, day by day, into tall pillars of earth and green. The sun watched eagerly as these tall hills became slender figures, standing upright with their faces pointed toward the sun. The figures stepped out of their green cloaks and into the world; the first life to walk the world.
They soon began exploring their flatlands, and when they found one another, they rejoiced and sang. These were the first words spoken in the world. Soon, they stepped out of their first home, and into others. Some went to the mountains, some went to the seas. Everywhere they went, they sang and breathed life and joy into the world around them.
The ones that went to the seas learned to swim in the water, and to drink from its springs. The ones who went to the mountains learned to climb, and to dance upon the soil and rock.
Upon these mountains, Time came into being. The ones who danced, danced the tick of time, and the ones who sung, sang the ballad of changing seasons. Night came. The sun slept, and let the cold darkness take over the world once again. The world did not like this doleful blanket, so they sung and danced of a new light. A white light of water, to shine upon them so that they may not fall into the unseen. The water, who cared for the world and its creatures just as the ice had done, set a piece of itself in the sky. It hung there a gentle light, to smile upon the world's children and watch over them in the night. Thus was the creation of the moon.
Here, the sun rested, while the water and the moon watched over the world. Then the moon would sleep, and the sun would rise.
That is how the world had it's beginning.
But the beginning was only the beginning for so long. There came a day when something within the soil stirred. That day was heralded by a gentle light forming over the horizon. The sun had opened its eyes. And with the sun came warmth, and with warmth came the slow, tedious work of melting the ice back into flowing oceans.
The ice did not want to melt, but it knew that up against the sun it would be futile to protest. So the ice began its work. It did not want to leave this realm that it had come into without making its proper mark. It carved the hard soil into mountains, rivers, lakes, savannas, hills, and holes.
One day, the sun finally shone bright enough that the ice truly did start to melt. It slid down the mountains it had carved, and into the lakes and oceans it had formed. Finally, the sun's light touched the cold soil.
The ice gave way to the sun, and left the earth with one last gift. It melted into clean water, which seeped into every crack and crevase it could. The sun could now see all the earth, and shined upon it with great light.
With this new light, the soil could breath the cool air for the first time. Upon the flattest stretches of land, small hills began forming. Grasses grew to cover these hills, delighted to see the sun and stretch out their little green fingers.
The hills grew, day by day, into tall pillars of earth and green. The sun watched eagerly as these tall hills became slender figures, standing upright with their faces pointed toward the sun. The figures stepped out of their green cloaks and into the world; the first life to walk the world.
They soon began exploring their flatlands, and when they found one another, they rejoiced and sang. These were the first words spoken in the world. Soon, they stepped out of their first home, and into others. Some went to the mountains, some went to the seas. Everywhere they went, they sang and breathed life and joy into the world around them.
The ones that went to the seas learned to swim in the water, and to drink from its springs. The ones who went to the mountains learned to climb, and to dance upon the soil and rock.
Upon these mountains, Time came into being. The ones who danced, danced the tick of time, and the ones who sung, sang the ballad of changing seasons. Night came. The sun slept, and let the cold darkness take over the world once again. The world did not like this doleful blanket, so they sung and danced of a new light. A white light of water, to shine upon them so that they may not fall into the unseen. The water, who cared for the world and its creatures just as the ice had done, set a piece of itself in the sky. It hung there a gentle light, to smile upon the world's children and watch over them in the night. Thus was the creation of the moon.
Here, the sun rested, while the water and the moon watched over the world. Then the moon would sleep, and the sun would rise.
That is how the world had it's beginning.
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