Creation Story: A Relationship Short

Synodic
Creation Era
xxxx, X.X.

Crea opened her eyes.

All she could see around her was the dark. A frown graced the First’s lips as she took in all that was around her, feeling disoriented at the immense darkness there was.

I wished it could be brighter.

And almost immediately, a million lights came. They were small specks in the distance, beginning to illuminate and penetrate the darkness that was. Crea blinked, amazed at what had happened, and reached out to one small source of light. It landed perfectly in her palm and she held it, feeling the warmth radiate to all over her.

And the First smiled, liking what was happening.

Within minutes, hours, days – Crea did what she did best.

What was the darkest night turned into a combust of color and light. The First found herself making and designing so much to her hearts’ content that whatever she desired instantly appeared. With a wave of her fingers, she could make anything smaller or bigger, hotter or colder.

The days passed and she created so much.

A week had finished and she was satisfied.

But Crea thought that it was lonely – a little too lonely.

Desiring a number of companions – not just one, but two – she reached to the ball of flame and shaped it. She shaped it into someone nearly like herself; someone who could be as bright and life-giving as she. Crea found herself designing golden hair and fiery eyes; a full body and a beautiful, flowing dress.

When she was done, she put her hand on the new one’s heart and kissed her forehead. Immediately did the being’s eyes fill with life.

She was so, so illuminating, Crea thought.

With that, she named her Lumen.

Crea thought that they needed another person – someone who could balance out the bright. So she sped off, collected the calm dark and molded silently while Lumen watched over her shoulder curiously. Lumen’s golden eyes watched as Crea fashioned another being, someone with broader features and a more serious disposition.

When Crea had finished, she saw Lumen frowning a little. Looking back at the newest creation, she noted that there wasn’t as much life in his eyes as Lumen’s had. Understanding, Crea asked Lumen for two of the brightest.

Lumen went off and immediately went back, holding two of the universe’s brightest stars in her hands. Thanking her, Crea took them and closed the new one’s eyes, then placed the stars on top of his eyelids.

They sunk immediately.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and saw Lumen. Immediately he felt drawn to her – and her to him. A name fell to mind.

Noctem.

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Synodic
The Nexus
Pre-Humanoid Era
xxxx, X.X.

“Don’t you ever wonder how she came to be?”

“If you’re talking about me, then I ask that you shut your mouth before I drown you,” Narissa remarked dryly. Ethon chuckled and lifted his hands in surrender. Watching, Demetria gave a small giggle of her own while the eldest, Ammon, felt his mouth quirk just a little in mind amusement.

“Dear sister, you know that I don’t mean you. Although I do wonder that sometimes,” the red-eyed man remarked. This made Demetria’s giggles become louder and Ammon’s smirk become a little more prevalent. The Water Guardian gave her Twin a sharp look. “No, no. I mean her. The one who came before our parents.”

This made Demetria stop giggling and instead tilt her head in mild fascination. “Oh – Crea?” Ethon nodded. The dark-skinned beauty turned to the eldest brother, who merely shrugged his shoulders. “Do you know her, Ammon?”

“Sadly, no. I don’t know her as much as the Messengers,” Ammon found himself admitting. Narissa quirked a brow at this, “But more about them another time. I don’t know. Father and Mother always told us stories about her before they left us in charge of maintaining the balance. But even then, the most they told was how she was the first of the first - existing even before they.”

Ethon was not satisfied with this. “That’s all?”

“Sadly, brother.” The Fire Guardian huffed and sank into his chair, Demetria walking to him and patting his shoulder sympathetically. He smiled up at the youngest sister, “I guess not all things should be found out.”

Narissa spoke up next. “Perhaps. Or maybe we should look even deeper.” In a rare moment of affection, Ethon offered his sister a smile. The raven-haired woman merely looked away, but that didn’t stop Ethon from snorting. “Who knows. Maybe the secret of Crea is buried under the deepest of oceans. Or the wildest of flames.”

“Speaking in riddles again, sister?”

“Get used to it.” Narissa sat down and Ammon observed the rest of them, listening as the Twins began to bicker and Demetria attempted to appease them. A sigh left his lips.

Before going their separate ways (for God-related reasons), Noctis and Lumen, the parents of the four, left him – Ammon – in utmost charge. As the eldest son and bearer of the Wind, he had the most responsibility out of the four. Ammon willingly accepted the task and the rest of the siblings respected the decision.

Since their parents’ leave, the four found that what the universe needed the most was balance – from the spiritual world to the living. Even they themselves were required to balance as much as possible.

Ammon knew that one miscalculated step or too heavy a power surge could cause some major impact on not just the human and spiritual world – but also their own.

After all, not even the Guardians – the Deities – were immune to change.

“Hypothetically speaking,” Demetria said, snapping Ammon out of his own thoughts, “If she were real, I think she’d still be existing.”

“Demi has a point.” Narissa folded her arms over her chest, “She couldn’t have just vanished forever, right? She was the Absolute. The First. No one can get rid of her so easily,” she explained. Ethon nodded slowly. Ammon cleared his throat.

“So where could she be?”

“Behind you,” Ethon cackled. The rest of the siblings gave Ethon a look and he let himself grin, snapping his fingers. “Lighten up.” A flame appeared at his fingertips and he began to play with it, forming the small source of light into a ball, “Crea would laugh.”

“I don’t hear anyone laughing,” Narissa snapped.

“Assuming she still exists,” added Ammon. Demetria made a face.

“I believe that she still does. It just takes a little bit of faith, honestly.”

“Faith?” the Earth Guardian smiled sheepishly and nodded

.

“Who knows. Maybe she needs faith to come back.” At that, Ammon let himself smile. He rose from his chair and walked to Demetria, ruffling the girl’s black waves.

“Always believing in the positive, sister.”