Genesis
A very long time ago, before a day was a day, the Earth and the kosmos as we know them were formed. The process was intricate and colossal all at once. Surrounding Earth was a billowing mist that surrounded the globe. It rolled and spread infinitely and everywhere the mist swirled, inanimate objects were formed. Vague shapes and definition would have been apparent to no one had humankind existed at that moment. Thrusting forward in an unconscious effort to completely cover Earth, the mist seemed almost alive. Barely visible formations began first as churning mist, then as small particles drawing together magnetically, and finally, as massive mountains, flat plains and rolling hills of trees and grass. This transformation was immediate as the mist blanketed the planet.
Heat more intense than that of the sun as we know it, began to envelop all the objects, melting, shaping and forming them into countless different minerals, gemstones and rocks. As they were birthed and shaped for the very first time, they settled into their resting places where they would remain for the next several billion years. Then the mist slowly dissipated from around the completed creations. Soon, the Earth rested content within its evolution.
Suddenly, there was motion. A perfectly round geode rolled toward the edge of a precipice and balanced there precariously. As it stilled its rolling motion, it ever-so-slowly began to deform and mis-shape itself. It stretched and elongated, then the rock opened its side closest to the cliff edge and began to stand. Growing taller by the second, the rock’s luster suddenly flashed brilliantly in the Sun’s grand light, turning it a bright, metallic orange that was too intense to gaze upon. The creature completed its visible growth and stood as tall as it could, balancing on one foot at the very finite edge of the cliff, and opened wide its sunstone arms to embrace the newborn dawn. Her first conscious thought came instinctively as she drew new air deeply into her lungs.
It was Oglio, and his eyes sparkled as blue as the ocean that swirled miles below him. The wizard inhaled and then stopped short as he realized that the atmosphere would not support him. He tried to breathe again, and was able to inhale nothing as his jeweled throat constricted, Nervously, he glanced around and saw that multitudes of others like himself had been born in a similar fashion, but were now weakening in the Earth’s new atmosphere. He knew he had to do something and do it quickly.
Raising his diamond staff in the air, he uttered strong words in an unknown language while swinging the staff back and forth. There was a crisp, cold air emitting from the end of the wand that first encircled each of the Krystalites, and then dove down to the earth at the feet of the Wizard Oglio. There, it pummeled the Earth, digging into it with the force of a cyclone. The mist, which had previously disappeared, returned now, boiling from the ground and encompassing each of the beings in a protective cover. A fissure appeared at the base of the mist and glowed red hot as it grew larger and wider. Oglio uttered something else, and the mist picked each of its struggling passengers up and transported them down into the crevice. Oglio then whipped his staff around and caught the tail of the mist just as it entered the crevice, dragging the wizard with it as the fissure closed.
The Earth rumbled above them as the Krystalites stood together within the new appendage and they all, including Korii peered hesitantly around, tentatively drawing in small breaths. The king of the stretched tall and rejuvenated in this new world. Surrounding them all and plastered on every surface was an intriguing, milky-white substance that appeared translucent and alive. The pearly hued substance pulsed and thrived with energy and if Korii gazed at it long enough, she could detect laces of rainbow colors throughout. The king touched it while inhaling it at the same time, and his every color was intensified; he was infused with vitality twenty times that which he had been born with only minutes before. His magic too matched his newfound vitality in the sheer power that it proffered, as it lifted whorls of milky essence and wrapped the other Krystalites in it. All were likewise infused and strengthened, revived in their newness as they turned as one unit and faced yet another cliff upon which the sunstone wizard king now stood. Oglio lifted his staff. Pointing westward, the wizard focused his sharp eyes northwest as far as he could see and spoke in a language long forgotten.
“Itcy Yskrtal.” A burnt, reddish orange blaze of light leaped from his staff and rocketed to the horizon. A colossal mushroom cloud of white, blinding light that erupted over and beyond the horizon, causing all who looked on to squint and turn their heads in order to not be blinded. As the brilliant cloud dimmed, Krystal City was created. The Sunstone wizard Oglio then pointed his staff to the north, again bellowing powerfully.
“Idonian!” Next, a bright purple light with royal hues erupted in a far different display from that they had witnessed previously. Its shimmering edges were lined with ribbons of ebony that grew darker and more ominous the closer they drew to the horizon. When the bruised, purple-black beam of light reached the furthest northern vista, another mushroom erupted into the krystal sky, blinding all present momentarily. Thus, the village of Onidian was born. Still partially blinded by the blast of darkish light, Oglio pointed his staff toward the northeastern skies.
“Nukarby!” The crimson red flash exploded violently from the tip of the diamond staff and jettisoned across the land. When it proliferated the skies in its mushroom climax, the red hue that remained behind to stain the sky was as ominous as blood. The village of Karnuby was suddenly nestled at the base of an intimidating volcano. Entranced, Korii and the Krystalites continued to follow Oglio’s every move as his hand stretched back, pointing to the Southwest skies.
“Oigypse!” Deep forest green shards of light sprang forth and enveloped the land as far as any could see, for with each command from Oglio, the magic grew stronger and the results more powerful. When the green stream of laser light reached its assumed end, yet another, more prevailing explosion of light canopied the Southwestern region of the land, and Gypoise was formed. With every magical utterance, Oglio too became more resolute and steadfast in his quest. He rapidly swung his staff in a straight Southward direction.
“Irphe!” Now, deep, royal blues shrouded the land, creating a slowly tiring effect. The magic was ebbing as each spell was cast, and slowly…ever-so-slowly, a country was forming. The blue tint to the air was dwindling and the Krystalites grew tired as they gazed upon the village of Phire. But Oglio knew there was still one more village to be birthed. He turned his body toward the right…in a Southeastern direction. Pointing his staff once more, he thundered,
“Pelalian!” The most powerful, sky-blue light intensified at the end of his staff and released endlessly into the rainbow-hued sky. There was so much forceful power behind that bolt of light blue radiance that it didn’t end at the creation of the village, but was stopped forcefully by the internal barrier of the new land itself. When the bolt ended, and had nowhere else to travel, Lapelian was made and the light collided with the southeastern walls of Krystaland, exploding into a radiance of krystal shards and minerals. It was these very krystals and minerals that embedded themselves and grew throughout the land, creating the base for the great Sunstone Wizard’s creation. Marveling at what he had done, Oglio bellowed out the name of his world in the native tongue, Tipodean.
“Yskrtaland!” There was cheering amongst the krystal creatures of the land. Kneeling, he swept his diamond-encrusted hand across the marbled ground and conjured six perfectly round, white river rocks. The wizard threw the stones up into the air, stepped back and watched them fall slowly, halting in mid-air. All eyes remained fixed on the rocks as they hovered and then slowly floated out amongst the crowd of krystal beings. One by one, each of the rocks halted just above the head of a Krystalite and remained there, hovering and unwavering. Oglio knew that these would be the first six monarchs to his new villages. Each of the stone-appointed Krystalites was standing in a different geographical position in direct relation to the villages.
“Ot chea fo ouy I poapint a illvage. Og nad ulre itwh a ermciful nad ghimty anhd. Ilbud ouyr illvage nad swaner nloy ot em. Infd ouyr illvages agmic ni het hiwte onstes. Eekp het ecsret thwiin het alwls fo ouyr illvage waalys.” Oglio spoke in his own tongue, but had any human been present, they might have heard what he said and understood.
“To each of you I appoint a village. Go and rule with a merciful and mighty hand. Build your village and answer only to me. Find your village’s magic in the white stones. Keep the secret within the walls of your village always.” Enraptured, she listened as he continued.
“Het onste oushld evner eb ni het sspoession fo nya inbeg utb ouy. Nloy ouy ro neo poapinted yb ouy aym seu tis agmic. Poapint a agme. Eekp hetm sa ouyr osclest ficondants.”
“The stone should never be in the possession of any being but you. Only you or one appointed by you may use its magic. Appoint a mage. Keep them as your closest confidants. Oglio finished speaking. Grasping his staff, he made six wide, circular motions over his head. Colorful light encased him as he disappeared and all the Krystalites dispearsed in the direction of their villages.
