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A continuation, of sorts, to the story posted back in January. I got poked, prodded and inspired into writing down another of the danaane's myths, despite their poetic way of telling it being a pain in the ass. But I can't just not write down their myths in ways they wouldn't tell them, now can I?
So...
Title: Mana's Light
Sequel/continuation to A Beginning Song
Rating: All. Seriously. There's the most poetic of mentions of sex, but, yeah.
"... And so, that is the world today," the Bard murmured, her voice barely heard above the last, drawn out shivers of music as her lyre quieted. The sky outside of the house was the same deeply blue so prized by the Danaane, though the horizon, visible between the buildings, was still tinged with the last, deepest heart-blood red. The Bard's eyes opened and swept over the large, round room, waiting with a soft, narrow smile as two of the adults took out bedding and laid it out on the floor, urging the three youngest down, despite protests.
"It's for later, dear hearts, now down with you. The evening's not over yet." The promise that they weren't expected to go to sleep yet settled the children and the Bard nodded, fingering the uppermost points on her antler-lyre.
"Then, as we know how things are in the now, we will travel backwards... For from the now, history is born and in every moment we can know how things have been. And for things to have become as they are, rhythms have had to be set. And the all-pervading rhythm we will find informing all other rhythms is that of night and day. Sun and Moon. The beginning of life as it is requires light, but light did not exist in the beginning..."
***
The sky was dark, the earth was cold, and Mana, Horned Goddess, Greatest Mother, wandered the world. She wished to stir the life within, and her hands were soft, her breath was warm, her body bright. But the spirits would not wake, for however warm and light, when she left it left with her. No matter thus that Mother's strength could raise the skies, could stir the seas. Without light warming earth, without light brightening sky, life could not grow.
The sky was dark, the earth was cold, and Mana, Horned Goddess, lit all she met. Tender greens and violets, seeking upwards towards her smile and warming breath, turned cold and brittle as she left. Their colours paled, they withered, and Mother, grieving Mother, spilled the world's first tears.
The sky was dark, the earth was cold, and Mana, Horned Goddess, spilled bitter tears onto earth, into sea. The waters deep, the silence huge, the rocky beaches cold and still. At this end she knelt, she knelt down and cried. Cried for failure and loss of life, for life not even given chance to grow. And Mother's tears streamed into the sea, a sea that was now stinging on the tongue, a sea that before had been as sweet and cold as ice.
The sea was deep and dark and cold, and embraced all the land. And Mana, Horned Goddess, cried alone by the edge, her body lit by an inner light. But in this deepest sea, darker than the secret depths, slept sweet Darkness quietly. She had slept for aeons past, never noticed Mana's plight. But so different this bitterness, it roused sweetest Darkness from the deep.
The sea was deep and dark and cold, only stirred by Darkness' eager rise, and Mana, Horned Goddess, was met by surprise. And Darkness sweet was struck by this; her brilliance bright, her beauty dark, her hidden eyes like sparkling stars. This all lit a burning need, a passion deep. Singing brightly, charming words, first sound at all. And then dancing to the tune, hair streaming, moving, barely concealing, Darkness drew the Goddess in. Their bodies moving sinuously, in harmony, their movements stirred the sea. Passion warming sea and sky, colours burst into light. And from this loving union, of body, spirit, mind, two children, the Sisters, sprung. First life, first light, birthed one from each.
The world was still and dark and cold, but now from Mana, Horned Goddess, Greatest Mother, came brilliant incandescence. Soft and warm, the Sun lit all. And from Darkness, sweetest lover, origin, came shyest light. Hard and cold, the Moon guides sea and night. The Sisters' scream, as one, was the second sound. The children grew as children do, and each a boat was given, and a course the hold. The Sisters thus lighting the world, the spirits of land and sea and sky stirred.
Mana, Horned Goddess, Greatest Mother, could then walk the world, the spirits in her wake. The earth flourished with greens and violets, the sky with clouds and wind and rain, and the sea with careful life, which all would become what is today.
So...
Title: Mana's Light
Sequel/continuation to A Beginning Song
Rating: All. Seriously. There's the most poetic of mentions of sex, but, yeah.
"... And so, that is the world today," the Bard murmured, her voice barely heard above the last, drawn out shivers of music as her lyre quieted. The sky outside of the house was the same deeply blue so prized by the Danaane, though the horizon, visible between the buildings, was still tinged with the last, deepest heart-blood red. The Bard's eyes opened and swept over the large, round room, waiting with a soft, narrow smile as two of the adults took out bedding and laid it out on the floor, urging the three youngest down, despite protests.
"It's for later, dear hearts, now down with you. The evening's not over yet." The promise that they weren't expected to go to sleep yet settled the children and the Bard nodded, fingering the uppermost points on her antler-lyre.
"Then, as we know how things are in the now, we will travel backwards... For from the now, history is born and in every moment we can know how things have been. And for things to have become as they are, rhythms have had to be set. And the all-pervading rhythm we will find informing all other rhythms is that of night and day. Sun and Moon. The beginning of life as it is requires light, but light did not exist in the beginning..."
***
The sky was dark, the earth was cold, and Mana, Horned Goddess, Greatest Mother, wandered the world. She wished to stir the life within, and her hands were soft, her breath was warm, her body bright. But the spirits would not wake, for however warm and light, when she left it left with her. No matter thus that Mother's strength could raise the skies, could stir the seas. Without light warming earth, without light brightening sky, life could not grow.
The sky was dark, the earth was cold, and Mana, Horned Goddess, lit all she met. Tender greens and violets, seeking upwards towards her smile and warming breath, turned cold and brittle as she left. Their colours paled, they withered, and Mother, grieving Mother, spilled the world's first tears.
The sky was dark, the earth was cold, and Mana, Horned Goddess, spilled bitter tears onto earth, into sea. The waters deep, the silence huge, the rocky beaches cold and still. At this end she knelt, she knelt down and cried. Cried for failure and loss of life, for life not even given chance to grow. And Mother's tears streamed into the sea, a sea that was now stinging on the tongue, a sea that before had been as sweet and cold as ice.
The sea was deep and dark and cold, and embraced all the land. And Mana, Horned Goddess, cried alone by the edge, her body lit by an inner light. But in this deepest sea, darker than the secret depths, slept sweet Darkness quietly. She had slept for aeons past, never noticed Mana's plight. But so different this bitterness, it roused sweetest Darkness from the deep.
The sea was deep and dark and cold, only stirred by Darkness' eager rise, and Mana, Horned Goddess, was met by surprise. And Darkness sweet was struck by this; her brilliance bright, her beauty dark, her hidden eyes like sparkling stars. This all lit a burning need, a passion deep. Singing brightly, charming words, first sound at all. And then dancing to the tune, hair streaming, moving, barely concealing, Darkness drew the Goddess in. Their bodies moving sinuously, in harmony, their movements stirred the sea. Passion warming sea and sky, colours burst into light. And from this loving union, of body, spirit, mind, two children, the Sisters, sprung. First life, first light, birthed one from each.
The world was still and dark and cold, but now from Mana, Horned Goddess, Greatest Mother, came brilliant incandescence. Soft and warm, the Sun lit all. And from Darkness, sweetest lover, origin, came shyest light. Hard and cold, the Moon guides sea and night. The Sisters' scream, as one, was the second sound. The children grew as children do, and each a boat was given, and a course the hold. The Sisters thus lighting the world, the spirits of land and sea and sky stirred.
Mana, Horned Goddess, Greatest Mother, could then walk the world, the spirits in her wake. The earth flourished with greens and violets, the sky with clouds and wind and rain, and the sea with careful life, which all would become what is today.