The Space Between The Stars
by
Mario A. Mezquita
In the beginning, there was only the Deep, Deep Dark.
Until the Spark.
Until the Flash.
Then, there came a sound.
A scream.
A moan.
It was
Liss, the Great Mother, only just born from within the Deep, Deep Dark, and already heavy with child.
She was giving birth.
From her womb emerged her first three children, and she knew she loved them ever since she knew they existed.
This was the
First Gift: Love; the unconditionality of love: to love because there is love to give.
The children were named Orii, Nordos, and Sothos. They were giants, and walked and lived in the Deep, Deep Dark.
They loved each other as brother and sister, as friends, as lovers, as equals.
And Liss loved them all as such.
But love was not enough.
Sothos and Orii grew close to one another.
Nordos resented the closeness between Sothos and Orii.
He resented his exclusion.
In a rage, he took a spear and thrust it into Sothos’ heart.
Sothos was distraught at the betrayal by his brother.
He summoned his strength and pulled the spear from his heart. A great sword appeared in his free hand. With a swing, Sothos shattered the spear still held in Nordos’ hands. He swung it once more and cut off his brother’s head.
Those were the young days of creation, when that which did not yet exist could be created with but a thought and become at once both new and ancient.
The two first things imagined were tools of death.
Orii stood silent in shock; her brothers, her friends, her lovers, lay slain before her by each other’s hand.
She abandoned her brothers and mother to wander the vastness of the Deep, Deep Dark. Why she did so was not known. Perhaps it was the pain of losing Nordos and Sothos and blaming herself for their deaths. Perhaps it was a belief that she had somehow failed to love Liss, Nordos and Sothos enough. Perhaps it was simply madness.
Liss was inconsolable. Her grief lasted an instant. It lasted an age.
She grieved the loss of her children. She cried long and painfully, her salted tears washing down upon the bodies of Nordos and Sothos, moulding them and changing them; carving out mountains and valleys.
No longer giants, yet giants still.
Continents.
The tears pooled around them, and in shedding those tears of sorrow, Liss created oceans and seas, lakes and rivers.
There was another Spark
Another Flash.
Liss was once again overcome by the pain of childbirth. This time, like the last, there were three.
The first was bright and radiant. Everywhere he stepped as he walked the land that had once been Nordos and Sothos life grew that had never before been seen. And Liss named him
Sól, and was pleased with him.
The second too, was radiant. But her light was cool and enveloping. Everywhere she stepped life changed, matured, and ceased. And Liss named her
Swela, and was also pleased with her.
Liss gave Sól domain over the Sun, and called him the
Sower and the
Husband. She gave Swela domain over the Moon, and called her the
Harvester and the
Hunter.
The third one, however, was no child.
It was a great mass of mud.
Special mud.
The Mud of Life.
Liss asked Sól to take the mud, and make for her new children to rule over the world created by her fallen first.
Sól took the cleanest, smoothest of the clay first, and using his hands made a beautiful tall figure with smooth porcelain skin, large blue green eyes, fine features and long, golden hair.
Sól called this creation
Caella, and said that it was fit to illuminate the heavens.
And Liss thought Caella was beautiful, and made him/her the First Star of the night sky, Master and Mistress of Beauty and Love; and the Guiding Light.
Sól then took another lump of mud; this one was rough to the touch and dense like granite. From it he shaped a figure shorter than Caella and of great girth, with thick arms and legs, round nose and ears, small, intense eyes, a flowing beard and a broad smile.
Sól named him before Liss as
Ivaldi, the Hearth.
And Liss thought Ivaldi was strong and noble and named him Master of Stone and Steel; Artificer and the Eternal Forge.
Sól took two small lumps, one a solid light brown and the other mottled in all the tones of earth and fire.
With the first he sculpted a figure slim and elegant, like Caella but smaller and swarthier; with emerald eyes, auburn hair and a playful smile.
Before Sól could present him to Liss he let out a joyous laugh, which pleased Liss.
And she named him
Cihlihan, Master of Youth; Merriment and the Forests.
The other figure, made with the mottled mud was also small and delicate, but broader of shoulder and hip, rounder of face and with deep, ponderous eyes.
And Liss stared profoundly into her eyes and named her
Wisgnó, and made her Mistress of Knowledge and Laws, and Keeper of Secrets.
Lastly, Sól took a smooth, deep, dark lump from the mud, and fashioned a tall, handsome figure of sinewy musculature, strong features, prominent jaw and sharp teeth.
Liss touched his arm and felt great tension and readiness.
She named him
Mana, and made him Master of Strength and Beasts.
With Sól and Swela by her side, Liss gathered her new children together: Caella, Ivaldi, Cihlihan, Wisgnó and Mana, and named them her
Clǣgcynn, her Clay Kin.
Liss asked the Clǣgcynn to go to the mud and make children of their own, to populate the land which once was their brothers. And so they did, each creating races in their image and in their likeness both physically and spiritually.
Caella created five races; all as beautiful as new stars in the firmament to honour those that had come before the Clǣgcynn. Ivaldi created four, two each to wield the secrets of Stone and the secrets of Steel. Cihlihan created two; Wisgnó three. When Mana approached the mud, his hands delved deep into it, and he took out a clump of mud large and dark like him. He fashioned out of the mud nine races which he called the Races of Dread, beings both magnificent and terrifying, and he turned to his brothers and sisters and said with a growl:
These Nine of Dread I create to test your children; to best your children, and expunge them from creation. As evidence that after beauty, after stone and steel, after youth and merriment, after knowledge and laws, strength alone is all that remains.
From that moment, all of the races of Liss lived, loved and fought in the land that was once Nordos and Sothos and within the oceans which were Liss’s tears. And they called this world
Niwent, the Land of New Giants, for they saw themselves as such.
But with the passage of time, the Clǣgcynn began to quarrel over territory, over beliefs, and over power. Their children, the races who now populated all of Niwent engaged in fierce, bloody conflict, devastating the land in their parents’ names.
A great sorrow filled Liss.
With Sól and Swela ever-present by her side, she summoned the Clǣgcynn before her. She kissed and embraced each of them, and she felt a great love for each of them. When she kissed the last of them, a great darkness enveloped all of Niwent.
Swela’s mantle covered the heavens. Her hand was swift, precise and merciless. She moved through the land and the oceans, mountains and rivers, cities and fields; culling one race from each of the children of the Clǣgcynn.
Magnificent cities crumbled, left to ruin.
The countryside turned to ash.
Battles which had raged for untold time ceased.
The Clǣgcynn mourned their dead children.
Some wept.
Some raged.
Some were relieved.
Then, there was silence.
Liss, who until then had never spoken a word, said:
This is the Second Gift: Loss. A gift I have known well. A gift which gave you the world you live in: a world you neglected. You took love for granted: my love for you, your love for each other. Now you have lost, so that you may appreciate what it was to have something you love taken from you. Your remaining children too shall experience loss, so that they may forever remember this moment.
And Liss made all the remaining children of the Clǣgcynn sleep a Great Sleep which lasted an age.
This was to be the
First Great Sleep.
Caella’s kin were granted near immortal life, so they alone could see the world around them grow, bloom, wither and die, to contemplate deeply the meaning of love and loss. To them would fall the burden of eternal mourning.
Ivaldi’s kin were made to toil away beneath the ground, deep in the heart of mountain and hill, to forever remind them that mastery of any craft is only achieved and maintained through constant hard work and dedication.
Cihlihan’s kin were made small, so as to feel what it is like to go unnoticed and dismissed; and also to learn to be closer to the ground and tend to the needs of even the smallest of forest dwellers.
Wisgnó’s kin were also made small and near blind, to remind them that even the least thought-of things can hide immense knowledge, and that in order to pass judgement one must look beyond the surface.
Mana’s kin were denied the light of day, made to lurk in the shadows and the shallow darkness, so they would know what it is like to be expunged from creation.
And Mana resented this.
The children awoke to mourn their lost brothers and sisters.
An age passed. Life in Niwent was not the same as it had been. The children of the Clǣgcynn dwelled in the mire of loss. They stagnated, rotted, began to forsake the Clǣgcynn, blaming them for their punishment.
Liss saw this and took pity upon the Clǣgcynn and their children.
She made them all sleep once more.
This was the
Second Great Sleep.
She returned to the Mud of Life. Little of it remained save for rocks and grit.
There was a Spark.
Then a Flash.
Liss’s womb swelled. From within it there came a radiant light which bathed all of Niwent, and settled on the mud. Tears of pain and joy flowed from her many eyes, and washed over the sleeping children of the Clǣgcynn. The tears, heavy with the virtues and vices of the children of the Clǣgcynn pooled around the radiant Mud of Life, and were absorbed by it.
A blinding flash illuminated the mud.
When the light subsided, in place of the mud there were many small, naked and defenceless babes, with hair and skin of all colours of the earth. Next to them was a clutch of eggs as large as the babes, shining with all the colours of a rainbow.
Where most of the Clǣgcynn saw with wonder the new children of Liss, Mana saw them as weak and feeble; as not strong enough to belong in creation.
A great sword appeared in his hand. It was
Khæos, the Kinslayer, the Absence of Being.
It was the sword Sothos had summoned into being from the Deep, Deep Dark to slay his brother.
He took the great sword and swung to kill the babes.
A hand with claws as large as swords appeared and held Mana’s arm, Khæos a hair’s breadth away from striking down the babes. Mana was angered, and swung around with his free arm, which held a morning star, in an attempt to crush the eggs.
From the darkness a great forked, spiked tail emerged, and wrapped itself around Mana’s arm, stopping the morning star from reaching the eggs. Mana flew into a rage, struggling to no avail against his unseen captor.
A mighty head appeared from the mist as large as Mana’s body. It was covered in rainbow coloured scales. It was long and followed by a slender, serpentine neck. The head was covered in horns rough and smooth, long and short. Its eyes were intense, like embers from deep within the ever-burning fires of stars. Its mouth was filled with rows of teeth long and sharp.
It opened its gaping maw.
Its roar was a thunderclap.
Fire spewed forth from its mouth and lit up the sky.
Niwent shook.
Mana, arms forcibly spread and facing all of his brothers and sisters, was raised to the heavens.
From the darkness appeared a second head, like the first, except with a pair of mighty branching antlers on its top and three eyes rather than two. It struck with blinding speed, ripping off the arm which held Khæos with one bite; the mighty great sword falling into darkness.
Mana screamed and reeled back, as the body of the gigantic, two-headed beast emerged, and settled before the babes and eggs. Like the heads, it was covered in thick, gleaming, rainbow coloured scales. Its wings flapped once, and hurricane winds crumbled mountains and levelled great forests.
One wing was crimson and leathery. When it flapped its wind was hot and dry, like a desert storm. It rested carefully over the eggs.
The other wing was black and feathered like a crow’s. Each feather had a great eye. Each eye was a different colour. It settled gently atop the babes, great eyes all fixed upon them.
The beast released Mana, who fell to the ground on his knees.
Mana turned and gazed upon the beast for the first time. His eyes filled with tears, and he wept. He had never seen such a magnificent and terrible beast.
Liss called the beast
Drakan, Father and Mother of Dragons and Guardian of Men. The head with two eyes she called
Vadrag the Father, master of Fire and Ice. The one with three eyes she called
Dramutt the Mother, Mistress of Wisdom.
And Liss said unto the Clǣgcynn and their children:
Behold this final gift I give to you: Hope. In Men, may you find the best of you, and the worst; Woman and Man are without mother or father, and yet brother and sister to you all. They shall lead a short life compared to that of the other races of Niwent, but in this short lifespan men shall be gifted with something to inspire you: Hope to achieve, to love, and to accomplish as much as their older siblings; perhaps even more. Should you, my Clǣgcynn, accept them, some Men may choose to follow your path in seeking answers to life; and some may choose to make their own path. Drakan and his kin shall be Guardians of Men, until such a time as Man is ready to venture out into the world.
Upon hearing this, all the Clǣgcynn and their children rejoiced, save for Mana.
Liss then said unto the Clǣgcynn:
Your place, my children, shall be among the stars, and not in Niwent. From the Deep, Deep Dark you shall watch over your children and over Men. If they call to you, respond. If they bring before you their infirm, heal them. If they fear the space between the stars, stand vigil, comfort them with your light and guide them. Above all else, love them. As I love all of you.
And with those words, Liss smiled at her children.
She was filled; first with a Spark, then with a Flash.
And she shone so bright that her light turned to stardust and fell over all of Niwent, bringing new life wherever it landed.
And the Clǣgcynn knew she would forever be with them.