how legends are born from letters

Apr 03, 2011 02:21

At first I invented the word.

I was 16 at that time I think, and I wanted an original username for a new email account that would work without numbers, and keep me safe from spam (didn't know much about Internet then). I can still remember sitting in my favorite Internet cafe and gazing at the screen where I have just typed the word.

It was a bit weird, I was afraid I wouldn't remember it, so I wrote it down on the back cover of my calendar. The funny thing is, I don't think I ever had to look it up. It sunk in. And over years, it slowly became my default username for every forum, online game, just about anything. It has no meaning in any language google has heard of, so if you type it in search engines - you will find nothing but pages I've visited.

However, it's not meaningless to me, not anymore. Somehow it has found its way to my stories. This particular one I have never written, because it started out as decoration for something else. I needed to put something on the map, and so I came up with that nameless empire, the Epress Yun-Tel, her little sister, and the complicated philosophy that the thing called 'yuaelt' was the core of.

It was never a person. Actually, calling it a 'thing' is also an overstatement. But the whole idea is rather complicated, and I think I'll spare you the details, at least for now.

One thing is funny though: it is one of the most complicated systems I have created, and yet it is followed by no story at all. Of course Yun-Tel and Yun-Al are there, but they are static figures, they have very little characteristics. Yun-Tel is the highest priestess, she is supposed to be the closest to the idea of 'yuaelt', so she is not allowed to have feelings and display emotions. Her decisions are ultimate but she hardly makes any - the closer she gets to the essence itself, the further she is away from what that very same essence stands for in a human being. Yun-Al on the contrary is extrovert, kind and very naive. She lives through emotion, that's how she connects to the world. She deeply loves her older sister even though she hardly remembers the times when said sister was showing any signs of affection toward her, or anything at all.

I wish I could write a proper story for them one day. I have a feeling it could be beautiful.

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