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The beast of Myriah
An original story set in world of many fallible gods and their peoples. One god has been pushed to oblivion, their name evoked only in stories of boogies and selfish prayers of criminals. One of his creations has been saved and protected. This young man in denial of his true identity and oblivious of his god, is the only chance the imprisoned one has.
Ramblings of Myriah, first monologue I
The beast of Myriah
An original story set in world of many fallible gods and their peoples. One god has been pushed to oblivion, their name evoked only in stories of boogies and selfish prayers of criminals. One of his creations has been saved and protected. This young man in denial of his true identity and oblivious of his god, is the only chance the imprisoned one has.
Ramblings of Myriah, first monologue I
At some point, there comes a time, when a creature wishes to create. Write a book,
paint a mural, pass laws, amass fortune. Make new life. This is true for gods and mortals alike. After our time of exploring and frolicking, we too settled and yearned to create. And one after another, we did.
We were experimenting. We created creatures beyond your wildest dreams.
Magnificent, strange creatures, each more so than the last. From those creatures, only fragments of inspiration remain. Those were chaotic times of child-gods, ones that could not last.
Finally, we began creating a world that would be all of ours and where our creations
could flourish. We all created our children in our likeness, according to our own aspirations and plans.
I created those who are now called the beasts of Myriah. My children were many,
and they were magnificent! They were everywhere and they were strong and cunning. They were just like all the other children of the other gods, different in shapes and sizes, fallible, free, but ultimately just and kind.
Arian created those-who-flee-to-the-shadows. What are they called now – Ah yes!
Darklings, their original names lost to time. Arian created many beautiful things, but he had a – how should I put it – a period of depression. Poor Arian… He loved all of them so. His many peoples, all from the same core, but so vibrant and unique like the colors of the rainbow, succumbed to time. Only the darklings remained to reflect the cold emptiness left in his heart.
Ilhumasios created you humans -- Oh, right. She created humans, a creature that
all other gods looked down upon. There was simply nothing special about them. They could learn and create almost anything, yet nothing better than the other peoples. But they spread. They grew, and survived, and adapted. In the end, they forgot who their god was. Children who abandoned their mother ja ran to the skirts of other gods. I truly feel sorry for Ilhu. She must watch on from the loneliness oblivion, too weak to even take contact, how other gods, her very friends and family, have stolen her creations who they had mocked for eons prior. Her children who were supposed to be the unifiers of all the peoples, became orphaned, estranged, and lonely.
Ilhu wasn’t the most beautiful, most powerful, nor most intelligent of us, but she
was the kindest and most honest of us. Her loss is the one I grieve the most… One that sealed our fate.