Creation Myth of Sydonia

In the darkness before all things, there was a hungering madness that consumed all thought.
From this madness called Dwolma came mists and frost and rime. From this rime, a being was born called the Ēoten, first of its name. This child of madness lived in solitude for ages, until he grew weary and settled into a deep sleep. During his slumber, the mists came once more and brought with them two children--one male and one female. From them came the progeny of the mists, the race of the Ēotenas.
For a time the mistborne lived alone in the hungering darkness, until the mist came once more and a being was borne from it once again. This great Aurochs called Mōdorūr spawned more children, the first of the godly race known as the Ese. From her teats they gained nourishment and were warmed within her fur.
The three greatest of Mōdorūr's sons were named Wōden, Willa and Weoh. They fed from Mōdorūr until she neared death, but stopped for fear of slaying her. But Mōdorūr spoke to them then and assured them that her death was necessary to overcome Dwolma and strengthen their people. And so they continued, and Mōdorūr perished.
From her skin, the Ese clothed themselves. From her meat, they were made whole and strong. From her bones, they forged weapons and from her leg did Wōden fashion a great spear called Hygegār.
From what remained of Mōdorūr, grew a tree called Eormensȳl, the centre of all things. The roots of this mighty tree ran deep, without end, into the darkness of Dwolma and its branches did pierce the heavens. The fruit that it bore was endless, succulent, and the sap that ran from its trunk formed streams from which the gods fished, and there was plenty.
Seeing this prosperity, the Ēotenas became enraged, and so plotted to slay the gods. Their attack was fierce, and many perished on either side of the fray. They fought for what seemed like an eternity, until Wōden and his brothers slew the first Ēoten. In his death throes, the Ēoten’s blood spilled upon the battlefield and swallowed up most of his children, thus winning victory for the gods.
Once victory celebrations ended, Wōden, Willa and Weoh set about making the seven worlds. They took the great Eoten’s eyes and made the sun and the moon. Then they took the hair from atop his head and from his beard and made the grasses and moss. From his bones they did form mountains, hillocks and caves. And they used his spittle to make the seas and the meres. What remained of his blood became bog and marshland, and from his skull was the sky formed. Wōden then used Hygegār to punch holes in the sky, and thus, stars were made. From his teeth, great stone monuments were made and placed, so that men could marvel at the work of the gods. The remaining muscles and sinew became the first beasts who were loosed upon the world, where they quickly multiplied and thrived.
Then Willa spake.
“We have made these worlds, green and fertile and yet there lives no being who can marvel at our work.”
Wōden smiled and grabbed from the ground a mound of earth and from it he formed woman. From the skies he grasped clouds and from it he made man. In both their ears he whispered spells that gave them life, appetite and inspiration. Then Willa, too whispered spells into their ears and gifted them desire, thought and action. Finally, Weoh stepped forward and he too whispered spells, which gave them religious reverence.
As the 3 sons of Mōdorūr finished their work, they found themselves depleted and came to be one being named Woden.
The first man and first woman reared many children, the eldest of which was a son named Mennisc. After a time, Mennisc had two sons of his own. When they came of age, Mennisc’s sons set out upon the world. As they journeyed, they came upon the sea, cold and unyielding and the youngest brother said.
"Brother, this is where we part, for in this land I shall make my name and my fortune."
And there did he settle and he took a wife, adaptable and prudent. From their union the tribe of the Sydonians would propagate.
The remaining brother carried on in his journey until he came upon a mountain range.
And there did he settle and he took a wife, shrewd and sturdy. From their union the tribes of the northmen would propagate.
The gods did look on and they were pleased, for their work was good and man did marvel at it.