TITLE: The Herald 7-15-15
By Zacharia Fox
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Shred me to pieces please. It needs a good dose of development.
Before the Great Beginning, there was only the Herald. Time owns all beginnings and all ends; and the Herald owns all time, for he is its author. The Herald knows no beginning or ending but those that he makes; as all starts find their origin in him, and all ends find their finish in him.
Inside the scope of time, the Herald created a realm, in which existence was different, but parallel to himself. This realm was the physical, in which the spiritual moved and worked via influence, though the two were distinguished. The Herald created a building block for all matter, which was the distinguishing factor between the two realms. This building block was a cell, and all forms of matter did grow cell upon cell as the Herald prescribed.
The Herald then stretched out a flat expanse of matter called land, and surrounded it with water on all sides. And then the Herald did something truly extraordinary; he took matter and gave it life. He set governors in place to hold the physical realm together. The greatest among the governors were those assigned to watch over the living. These were they; King Summer, King Winter, Queen Autumn, and Queen Vernus.
Each of the four great governors watched over a quarter of the land. And to each of the four was given a companion; the Champions among the living. To King Summer was given the Dragon, herald of the great reptiles. To King Winter was given the Narwal, herald to the giants of the deep. To Queen Autumn was given the great Equine, queen of Pegasus and Unicorn. To Queen Vernus was given Ananzi, first and greatest among arachnids.
And so there were placed thirteen governors in all. There were the four greatest, Governors of the living; four to govern what was above, four to govern what was below, and one to watch over the peace of the realm. The Keeper of Peace, traveled between the four kingdoms for age after age. For where ever his presence, no war could come.
Thus, by the governors was the physical realm guarded, and in harmony was it sustained for age after age. As is in times of peace, the Champions grew weary and fell into deep slumber, soon becoming a memory from an age past. Memory faded to fable, and fable to myth; and still peace walked ever on.
The Keeper of Peace was often talked of among the living, but rarely seen. And with the passing of time he was seen less and less, until only the oldest among them could recall seeing him. In his absence a breeze of suspicion began to blow; rumors of his happening. Some said he finally slept, seeing no war on the horizons of the future. The oldest in the kingdoms said he wandered still, but merely had less of a taste for company than he used to, but most secretly doubted it; and some not so secretly. Some feared that trouble had befallen him, but what trouble could befall an immortal? But to many, he had become a myth like the Champions of old.
Regardless of one's opinion on the Keeper of Peace, all began to feel a fear creep over them. Whispers of a looming war grew. Laws and edicts became more common between the four kingdoms, and where there are laws there are often tensions. And so, one would not cross the border to a neighboring kingdom casually, as was common in ages past.
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