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There was, and is, Kutoa, the first; who on Tereth is called the Weaver; and he made his children whom he called his Tehda, makers. They were as ageless as the sky, children of light more brilliant than all of the stars. When he had crafted each of them, he bade time begin, and upon the sky he fixed stars and moons and dead worlds and worlds that could one day live.
When his children came to their wisdoms, and knew themselves and the mind and will of their father, Kutoa bestowed upon each a gift. To some, he gave light and dust to build more stars, to others he gave the knowledge and desire to fashion langauge or song, and to a great many he gave a basket full of souls and a world which could be made to live.
The two worlds who fought the great war were made by such beings; Tereth by one who most understood Kutoa's love, and Ebon by one who most understood his knowledge. The Tehda of Tereth planted within each soul the smallest part of her own divinity, and shaped her men and women whole. She came to them in dreams, taught them to use the divinity to control the elements of the world, gave them all the wisdom they could desire, and loved each of them tenderly. She heard all petitions, and intervened when the unjust would triumph.
Ebon's Tehda loved his souls as deeply as his sister, however wanted them to be independent of the divine, capable of interpretting and reacting to whatever the heavens cast upon them, no matter how terrible the strife that might befall. He divided his men and women into smaller beings, and waited, and watched as one being accidentally grew an extra part, and passed it on to its child. He rarely intervened, but always carefully watched, and quietly manipulated events to go well for those who were deserving, and poorly for those who weren't. Eventually a world as fine and wise and intelligent as Tereth emerged, with only a few who dared ponder if any higher power had aided their struggle.
What happened in the end, was really no one's fault. Both Tehda's adored their world, and treated it like their own child, and both worlds were pure and good at heart. No one could have forseen the tragedy that would come, except, perhaps, Kutoa. The weaver's will can never really be fully known.
When his children came to their wisdoms, and knew themselves and the mind and will of their father, Kutoa bestowed upon each a gift. To some, he gave light and dust to build more stars, to others he gave the knowledge and desire to fashion langauge or song, and to a great many he gave a basket full of souls and a world which could be made to live.
The two worlds who fought the great war were made by such beings; Tereth by one who most understood Kutoa's love, and Ebon by one who most understood his knowledge. The Tehda of Tereth planted within each soul the smallest part of her own divinity, and shaped her men and women whole. She came to them in dreams, taught them to use the divinity to control the elements of the world, gave them all the wisdom they could desire, and loved each of them tenderly. She heard all petitions, and intervened when the unjust would triumph.
Ebon's Tehda loved his souls as deeply as his sister, however wanted them to be independent of the divine, capable of interpretting and reacting to whatever the heavens cast upon them, no matter how terrible the strife that might befall. He divided his men and women into smaller beings, and waited, and watched as one being accidentally grew an extra part, and passed it on to its child. He rarely intervened, but always carefully watched, and quietly manipulated events to go well for those who were deserving, and poorly for those who weren't. Eventually a world as fine and wise and intelligent as Tereth emerged, with only a few who dared ponder if any higher power had aided their struggle.
What happened in the end, was really no one's fault. Both Tehda's adored their world, and treated it like their own child, and both worlds were pure and good at heart. No one could have forseen the tragedy that would come, except, perhaps, Kutoa. The weaver's will can never really be fully known.