Creation of Tiathys
Celestial
The Birth of the Goddess - Celestial Era
"Birthed in tears and travail, the Clouds and Rains begat the heavenly Body, ever to traverse the Sphere Eternal..."
Although bright and all-powerful, the fiery Celestial being known as Okazu wandered the cosmos alone and unsure of Himself. His first creation, the sphere Athor, was strong but lifeless, bereft of the same spark of magick that Okazu bore. For many eras he floated silently through the endless night, collecting the raw materials that lie unclaimed in the Ether and brooding on how He could bring His next creation to life. In His infinite sight, He witnessed the creation of many planets teeming with life both strange and wonderful, other Celestials like Himself giving birth to countless creatures and civilizations.
Despite His perfect sight, the distance between Celestials made it impossible for Okazu to confer with other creators about the perfect process of creation; although beautiful, the Eternal Sphere is a lonely place. And above all else, Okazu wished for companionship.
Inspiration struck Okazu when He witnessed the birth of twin Celestials in a far corner of the Eternal Sphere. They shared magick with each like a pair of elegant dancers, their unique glory overwhelming His senses. To create a being like Himself, He would have to dance like they did, imparting to his partner His own magick.
With His first attempt, he gathered together all the stone he had collected and began an awkward dance. Waves of blazing magick filled the cosmos as rock crushed rock, mound building on top of mound. His steps were ungainly and amateurish, and because of his impatient jig, His first rocky creation Athor collided with His unnamed second. His immediately reaction was unbridled anger at His own inexperience, and He nearly struck down his innocent creations.
But then He noticed something.
His creations, now fused together, absorbed His magick like a sponge. He watched and waited for millenia for any result, but none came.
Disappointed but determined to push forward, He named His creation Unuth and set it aside.
Next, He took all the many forms of the strange dusts and gases He had collected, and allowed them to coalesce as he danced and emanated magick. This process took much longer than the first, and Okazu quickly became exhausted and nearly made another mistake, allowing Unuth and his vaporous third creation to come much too close to each other. In shock, His dancing ceased, and His brow furrowed in frustration.
But then He noticed something.
The gases from his newest creation had spread across the face of Unuth, seeping into the rocky earth and filling it with atmosphere. He watched and waited for millenia for any result. Nothing. But no doubt this was a step in the right direction.
After a rest, Okazu named his gaseous creation Iphora, and moved on.
With his fourth attempt, Okazu was filled to bursting with determination and resolve. He no longer desired just a companion. He resolved to dance until He created the most beautiful being in the Eternal Sphere.
He took large quantities of stone from His furthest reaches, gathered the gases left over from the creation of Iphora, and began to dance as He had seen the Twins dance. The materials swirled and collected together into a single mass, the gas infusing into the earth. Okazu's magick filled the newly-born world, the gasses becoming liquid as the core began to become an intense and unending fire. He nearly stopped dancing in His excitement -- He had never seen such a reaction before. The planet was reacting to His flame.
But He knew the process was incomplete. So he continued dancing.
He danced. He danced until the cosmos filled with the brilliance of His ferocity. He danced until He thought he might collapse, but kept dancing. His new creation filled with power and strength in equal measure, the skies becoming a beautiful blue color as the deep gorges and canyons filled with water. Rain clouds gathered all across the surface of the newly-forming world, solidifying the deep-surface fires with steamsong.
Okazu had never seen anything more flawless and delicate.
But something was wrong.
The water didn't stop rising.
As Okazu twisted and spun, His weary gaze watched as the face of His beloved slowly sank into deep sapphire waters. His rapidly-beating heart sank with it. He didn't want to drown His beloved. But the process wasn't done, He was certain.
He had never given away more of His magick before. His light was fading. Even His infinite sight was falling into darkness. He danced and danced, never taking His eyes from the face of His beloved.
She must live, Okazu thought.
She must live!
He took an ending stance, but stumbled, and might have faded into darkness, a lost particle of creation.
In that final moment, His strength spent and His fire gone out...
He heard a voice.
"Hello, my love..."