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ORIGIN; How the world began
Topic Started: Jun 15 2009, 09:47 PM (21 Views)
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The origin of Isho is only truly known by the first inhabitant of the Mekkai Realm. The demons, although they appeared first, do not have any recollection of the beginning like the Mekkai do.



Note: You may notice that the spelling for "Ryuun" is different than the map spelling. It wasn't decided how it was going to be spelled, but it's settled on "Ryuun" now.
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ORIGIN

“Open your eyes, dear one... Wake yourself and see your world.”

“My world?” His eyes fluttered open, they were a deep color of blue, as deep as the unreadable as the ocean which surrounded the small island he was on. He sat up, hair falling over his shoulder. He looked down at it, it was black as the night sky and didn't seem to reflect the sun's light at all. His skin was the color of sand. He stared down at his bare body for a moment, eyes taking in the sight before he moved a slim leg slowly. His body was small and fragile looking, as if the very wind could carry it away on a small breeze.

“...Who am I?” He was mildly surprised by the sound of his voice, a hand gingerly rested upon his throat as if to check if the vibrations were still there.

“Dear one, you shall be called Kairigon, the creator... You are the first of your kind.”

The voice spoke again, and he looked up, staring at the empty sky as if daring it to speak again. The ears that sat upon his head twitched, they were a fiery red color and shaped somewhat like a fox's ears. A frown came to his face. “Who's there?” He asked, eyes narrowed slightly.

“I am here, but not, for I am everywhere and nowhere. Stand, lay your eyes upon your world, your separate realm of existence.”

That wasn't the answer he had wanted, and it made his frown deepen. He stood shakily, steadily growing used to the feeling of being supported merely by his feet. He looked around, the world around him was plain, bare, ready for something to inhabit it. The ears twitched again, following the sound of the wind, the gentle noise of the ocean waves moving against the ground, and the sound of his own breath. “Where am I?”

“That is for you to decide, Kairigon.”

He was beginning to grow annoyed with such useless answers. At least he knew his name and that he was alone. Alone... a painful feeling struck him and a hand moved to his chest to grip it.

“Are you lonely, Kairigon?”

Lonely... He wasn't sure how he knew the meaning of such a word, or perhaps he didn't. The very sound of it was empty and saddening. “Yes...” He replied quietly, the ears fell against his head.

“Awaken the others, let them come into existence...”

“How? How do I bring them here?” The plea in his voice sounded painful even to his own ears.

“Go to the other realm, someone is waiting for you... After that, perhaps we shall speak again if you are still lonely. Farewell until then, Kairigon.”

“No wait! Don't leave me!” Hands flew to his head, as he assumed that the voice had to be coming from there. They dug into his hair and held his head tightly, eyes tightly shut. “Don't leave me... t-tell me how... I don't know how...” He slumped to his knees, still holding his head. The voice didn't answer, and he was left alone in silence once more.

But he wasn't completely alone... The wind tugged at him lightly, forcing him to release himself just to see if he was imagining the feeling of hands on his back. He was, but at the same time, he wasn't. There was a feeling of oneness with the wind, just as there was with the ground beneath him, the ocean surrounding him, and the heat of the sun beating down upon him. He stood once more, wiping the wetness from his eyes.

He wasn't sure what happened, or how he did it, but when he opened his eyes next he wasn't where he had been before. He was still on that island, or at least, he was on an island that looked almost exactly like his island had looked. Only this one.... This one had a building on it.

“Who goes there?” A voice called from the roof. Shining gold eyes stared down at his naked form, narrowed with distrust. Kairigon turned around slowly, eyes drifting up to lock with the piercing ones above him. And it was then that something clicked within him. A feeling of belonging, of needing and of unbearable pressure washed over him and it became apparent that the owner of the eyes had the same thing wash over them.

“I am called Kairigon.” He responded slowly, blinking up at the eyes which were still narrowed but were far less menacing. “Who are you?” He asked a moment later when there was no reply. The owner of the eyes leaped down from the roof and landed with a soft plop upon the grass. “Telgryne is my name.” The person stepped forward out of the shadow and became clearly visible.

It was female, and not what he was. She had short wheat colored hair which framed her face, her build was more masculine than his own, but still feminine. She wore clothes, too. A simple shirt and pair of pants, along with sewn cloth and leather shoes. “You don't have clothes...” She commented, staring at him openly as she continued to step toward him.

“What are those?” He asked in response, shying away a little when she got too close. “You don't know what clothes are?” She stopped, frowning at him. “What's that thing on your forehead?” She reached out at him, but didn't make contact because he had moved away too quickly. The thing in question was a large circle, the back ground was a deep red color, and in the center sat an orange triangle. “I don't know what you're talking about...” He replied, eyes narrowing a little. “you don't know much, do you?” She sighed, relaxing a little.


Over the course of a few years the two bonded fairly quickly. They became friends, best friends, and sometimes lovers. Though their love did not last long, for it hurt Kairigon each time they grew closer than simple friends. Despite all of the happiness he had with Telgryne, Kairigon was still lonely. He felt connected to the girl who he had learned was a demon, but it wasn't the connection he was seeking. He wanted something more than just having another half of himself to interact with. The voice hadn't come back, and it was beginning to annoy him daily. He wanted answers, and he knew that the only place he would get answers was from the voice.

“Kairigon, come inside, it's going to storm...” Telgryne warned from the doorway as she watched the dark clouds form overhead. “I don't want too.” He replied gruffly, remaining in his spot on a rock overlooking the sea. “You're going to get sick if you stay out there while it's storming...” She warned, frowning a little. “That doesn't matter. I just need a way back...” He shook his head, annoyed with her constant pestering. “Just come inside, we can figure that out later.” She stepped out onto the grass and then began to walk toward her stubborn, childish friend.

She hadn't been aware of how much she had been getting on his nerves. He never complained, never hinted at being angry. She couldn't find any emotion in those eyes of his, even in their most intimate moments. “Go back inside if you're so worried about sickness.” He growled, ears pressing back against his head. “Not without you, come on, I'll make your favorite meal and we can settle down in the bed alright?” She took one step too close, spoke one sentence too many, and overstepped his boundaries for the last time, but it was too late. Kairigon was the sort to bottle everything up until he couldn't stand it anymore. She had seen what he could do without thinking, most of the time it was small things, but she had never imagined the horror that befell her.

He hadn't been aware that he could use such power, and he didn't even know that she was dead before he was too late. The earth, air, water and the heat from his own hatred had swallowed her up, leaving nothing behind but the blood splattered across his face and hands. He stood panting, staring with wide blood red eyes at the ground beneath him. His eyes always changed colors when he got too emotional, by then he was nearly inconsolable and was often left alone. Was she really gone? He felt like a part of him had been ripped away, a void replaced it easily. He didn't like that feeling, it added to the void from before, the one that could only be filled with answers from the voice. As annoying as she had been at times, he had loved her dearly. She was his other half, the one person he had to talk to, the only living being that wasn't an animal that he had met so far..

Panic coursed through his body then. Panic and self loathing. How could he destroy the one other being that he had met? The rain poured down overhead, the clouds had formed within mere seconds it seemed but he didn't care, they were caused by his own sorrow and he knew as much somewhere in the back of his mind. The blood washed away over time as he simply stood, staring at the place where she would have been lying dead if his own power hadn't annihilated her body. Somewhere deep within him he felt good, having the power to completely destroy something with barely a thought felt tremendous. He no longer felt as helpless as before, but it was something he pushed away. He knew it wasn't proper to feel good after murder, Telgryne had taught him as much.

He closed his eyes, wishing to disappear; to go away and never return. To go back to that very first day of his existence. It had been simple back then, he hadn't known what it was like to be near another being, he hadn't known that he could do such things without even thinking. He had the voice there, perhaps it could only reach him in his own world. This was not his world and he knew that because Telgryne had mentioned that there were more of her kind. There was no one alive in his world, it was all his. When he opened his eyes he was back on his island, the sun peacefully shining down on his soaked form.

He took a shaky breath and then looked around, just to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. When he found that he wasn't he stripped himself of the clothes Telgryne had given him, leaving himself naked once more, desperately trying to return to the state that he had been in, though he knew he could never return to such a state. That would require undoing everything that he had done over the past few years. He didn't want to give up those memories despite how awful he was feeling.

“Oh dear one, you've killed your other half, your demon... You are truly alone now.”

He stopped moving, ears fully erect and waiting for the voice to start up again.

“You'll just have to awaken them now... It's your only chance of being happy once more.”

“B-but I'll.... I'll kill them...” He panted, falling to the ground and then curling up. “I-I don't want this, I... I didn't mean to... She shouldn't have come near me! I said to go back inside!” His hands tugged at his hair as the tears rolled down his face.

“None of that matters now, Kairigon. You have to awaken the others, give them a piece of yourself... It is your purpose. You are the creator. She was not necessary from the beginning. She was simply a way to get things started.”

Not necessary... Somehow the words were comforting rather than enraging. “It's... alright that she's gone...?” He asked pitifully as he sat up, rubbing his eyes dry once more.

“Yes, she was not needed to awaken the others.”

He sat still for awhile, thinking it over. “H-how do I wake them up?” He asked timidly, looking up to the sky for answers as if they would magically appear before him.

“Go to the mainlands, and decide who gets what part of you... They will join you soon enough.”

“Mainlands....” Telgryne had mentioned mainlands, that they were on a small island that no one else inhabited. He had liked it that way, as he was unsure that he could stand being near more people like her. “Where are those?” He stood up, brushing himself off a little.

“Across the sea, you should have no problems with that.”

“The sea...” He looked out across the calm waters, but he saw no land in any direction. Still, he stepped forward to the ocean's edge, letting the water wash over his feet. He stood there for a long while, thinking it over. How was he going to get there? Telgryne said to use a boat, but he had no boat... He stepped deeper into the sea, still lost in his thoughts. When he resurfaced from his mind he found that he was a good ways away from the shore and was not in the water, but on top of it.

He looked down, and found a pair of large yellow eyes staring up at him, watching his every movement. He then saw another, and another, and then several more eyes watching him as well. The creatures below him were large, but sleek and meant for speed. Jagged, sharp teeth stuck out from their mouthes and their eyes... Their eyes were ever watchful, and if he stared into them for too long he felt a sense of panic growing deep within him. So instead he took another step, and found that he was still on top of the water, and so took another.

The eyes moved with him, along with the creatures. He didn't like that at all... He knew that they were hunting him, waiting for him to let his guard down once more before they would strike. He had done the same to the small animals that lived on the island where Telgryne lived. He wasn't sure he could kill them like he had done with Telgryne, and that was what truly upset him. Feeling helpless... He didn't like that feeling. He wished he knew how to control the powers that made him feel great, unstoppable, perhaps even godlike.

The uneasiness grew, and he soon found the he was running as fast as he could, steps barely splashing across the surface of the water when they made contact. He had been a fast runner, Telgryne had complimented him on that, but he found that he was running faster than he had ever managed to do thus far in his life. The creatures followed, but were soon left behind as his speed only increased. Soon the very wind was driving him onward, as if pushing him with imaginary hands. Before he knew it he wasn't making contact with the water beneath him, he was simply gliding along with the currents of the air. His body was light enough to be carried along without much difficulty. He liked the feeling of flight, of freedom and carelessness. It brought a smile to his face for the first time in a long while.

It wasn't long after that before he found land. The wind let him down gently, but still continued to race across the open fields with ease. There was nothing around for miles to slow it down or get in it's way, nothing to catch against it, and if there were it probably would have been eroded away long ago. His hair whipped around him, stinging his skin when it made contact but he didn't really mind. He was too captured in the scene playing before him.

The tall grasses were billowing in the wind for miles around, and there was only one clump of trees off in the distance. But those too, were humbled in the winds power. He liked that power, that freedom, that careless abandon. He decided that this had to be the place for the others to begin waking. He wanted them to share his joy, his delight. Surely they would, for they would be just like him. The thought made him giddy, and he felt the odd orb in his chest hum a higher tune. As much as he liked the open plains of tall grasses which reached his chin in some places, he knew that trees provided good shelter and so he began to walk toward them. He would have floated to them on the wind if he had been able to remember how.

The sun was setting by the time he made it to the cluster of trees, and the wind had calmed down but was still blowing. Despite how windy it had been he wasn't cold, the air had been fairly warm the entire way there. He sat down against one of the roots of the largest tree. It was large enough that the house he had lived in before looked like a plaything in comparison. It had been the one tree that hadn't bowed for the wind, and he found that admirable. “Now what...?” He asked himself quietly.

“What is this new land, Kairigon? It need a name, just as you needed a name.”

“It needs a name?” He frowned, looking around the area once more.

“Yes, it needs a name and a part of you”

“All right...” He hadn't been good at naming things, Telgryne had talked him into keeping one of the small animals as a pet, but she had to name it because he couldn't come up with something. This was important though, and so he pushed that memory aside to think. “This... this land is free, wild and untamed... I like that, I should like the others to partake in that part of me... It's name will be Kioule, the land of the free winds.” He nodded decidedly, a triumphant smile coming to his face. The giddiness it brought on felt childish, but he had always been childish.

“Very well, I shall plant that part of you into the ground.”

Pain shot through him in that very instant, making him cry out and double over. “W-wha... st-stop! It hurts!” He cried, clutching at himself as he felt a bit of himself slipping away into the night. The pain seemed to go on forever, it was in his chest where the orb hummed, and when it ended; a small, pale purple wisp escaped his mouth and then floated off into the fields before him. He sat there, panting, struggling to maintain consciousness as he watched it slip away and then eventually disappear into nothingness. It was then that he too lost the world.

When he awoke he was in pain again, only it was a dull ache over his entire body. “W-why did you do that to me...?” He asked quietly, blinking away some tears.

“Oh Kairigon, it was necessary to wake them up. The wind spirits will grant them life, and when you return to this land, there will be someone waiting for you.”

“...Like Telgryne?”

“Better than Telgryne, one of your own kind.”

“What is my kind?” He hadn't thought to ask until then. It had been one of the things that had bothered him when he learned that Telgryne had a title of existence.

“Your kind... Your kind is the kind that keeps the world moving. Without you, everyone will be lost. No go forth and awaken the rest, they will need to be here for everything to fall into place.”

“A-alright...” He forced himself to stand once more, and then began to stagger off in a different direction from the day before. “You didn't answer me though...” He sighed after an hour of walking aimlessly.

“You want a name?”

“Yes, I want a name... I don't want to do it all myself... You named me, why can't you name what I am?” He looked up, almost feeling cheated and overburdened.

“You shall be called Mekkai.”

“Thank you...” He smiled a little, feeling relieved to know what he was. Two days passed, he had managed to feed off of small animals and fruiting plants along the way. Though he had managed to get himself wounded when he stumbled upon a small family of creatures that had ears like his own. They were small, built for speed and came in a variety of colors. He had originally thought that the three spots on their heads were just that, spots for decoration. He was horribly mistaken and managed to get himself impaled when those three spots turned into three long, sharp horns. He had made it a habit to name each creature that he came across, and so he named these “Taiki.” The name seemed innocent, yet it had an aura of hidden power to it that he liked. Telgryne had commented that he looked frail, easily damaged, but in reality was just the opposite.

Soon after that encounter he found that he was now in a land of water. Everything was wet or about to be wet because the clouds hovered overhead most of the day and threatened to rain the entire time, and sometimes were true to their threats. He finally settled down in a field that was dry enough for his standards, once more under a large tree. “Is this a different land?” He asked as he looked up at the sky.

“Yes it is.”

“It needs a name too, huh...” The voice didn't answer, but he assumed he'd been correct. He thought for a moment, eyes focused on a small, laughing stream of water. If it hadn't been for those creatures, he would have enjoyed walking on the water of the ocean. He imagined that water had two aspects to it... Sadness and happiness, either one would cause a reaction from the water. He had found that his emotions controlled his powers, if he could tap into an emotion, a power would react. “This will be my joy and sorrow, happiness and sadness... The land of water, Ryuun.”

This time the pain was worse than the last. He could feel small cracks spread over the orb in his chest, each one caused a pain that he could not describe with words. He cried out, and sobbed until he eventually lost consciousness. A blue liquid slipped out of his mouth, and then slithered away into the grasses to become one with the new land. The next morning he woke again with soreness all over, but it was worse than before. “Why does it hurt so bad...?” He asked as he sat up again.

“You're giving them pieces of yourself.”

“Why can't they just have their own selves?” He demanded bitterly as he pulled himself to his feet with difficulty. “Everything would be easier that way....” He hobbled off once more, feeling something pulling him off in another direction.

“Poor unfortunate child... You are the creator, this is your burden to bear.”

“What happens after I've given all of myself away?” He looked up slowly, almost dreading the answer. He didn't want to end up like Telgryne had; dead.

“That is best left unsaid.”

The answer was what he had been fearing. Not a good one. He continued to trudge along until he came to the ocean again, but he was still being pulled onward. He stepped out onto it again, without hesitation this time, because he had learned to control his water powers. It took him three days of endless walking without rest to make it to the next land. It was mercilessly hot. The sun beat down on him relentlessly, and there was nothing that could provide decent shade for a good amount of time. He spent hours wandering aimlessly across the sand, feeling himself dry up slowly before his eyes came to rest on a hint of blue in the horizon that wasn't part of the sky. He stopped, blinking and then rubbing his eyes. Was he hallucinating? No... he could smell the water, and that spurred him onward with more strength than he thought he had left. When he got there he collapsed by the lakes edge . He drank from the warm waters without hesitation, it felt good on his dry lips and mouth. “I don't really like this new land...” He commented quietly.

“You should not say such things about your brethren.”

“Fine...” He sat up, looking around with an expression of distaste. This place was hot... Like hatred. He brushed that from his mind. Hatred had killed Telgryne, and that was not something he wanted to give to his people. “This shall be the fires of passion, loving passion... Hatred doesn't live here, anyone who wills the fire with their hate will lose contact with it. The name will be Woolein, the land of passionate fire.” He spoke carefully, hoping that his words would have effect on the way his people behaved later on. “Please wait until I find some shade before you take it away from me though.” He added quickly as he stood up. The voice seemed to have listened because he didn't collapse with more agony until he had found a nice shady tree to lie down under. This time a red wave was lifted from his chest, it flitted about before him for a moment before disappearing into nothingness like the first one had.

He awoke the next day almost unable to move. Breathing hurt, blinking hurt, and even thinking hurt. “A-am I done...?” he asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

“There is one more land.”

He sighed softly, wincing as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, drank from the lake, and then started on his way again. He didn't mind the heat as much now that he had given it a name. There were almost no creatures living on the large island, which made it easy on his tired mind. Once more he crossed the ocean, but the next land was closer than Ryuun had been, and the new land was lush and green. It had many mountains for him to climb over before he finally settled down in a little valley with a small lake. He drank from it for awhile before settling himself down on a comfortable patch of grass. He thought for awhile, coming up with something to give the last of his people. “This place, although harsh on the outside, has many plants that nurture it's inhabitants...” he remarked mostly to himself. He had found many berries and sometimes even the trees had fruits growing from them. “This will be Yuo, the land of protection and nurturing... The mountains are unforgiving to those unwelcome, but the plants that grow on them refuse to let anyone starve to death.” He nodded, smiling a little.

“This will hurt more than originally thought.”

That made him nervous. “Why?”

“You have specified two very different qualities, Kairigon. They will take more from you than the others did, but I suppose it is fair. They've waited longer than the others to come into being.”

This pain was unbearable. He had no voice before it was half way over, and the shattering feeling within his chest happened in reality. The orb in there that hummed instead of beat like Telgryne's heart had, broke. It shattered into a million pieces which stabbed and ripped him apart inside. He begged for mercy, begged for it to end, begged to change his mind but there was no answer.

When he awoke, his very existence was painful. He cried silently, tears rolling down his face easily, plopping onto the grass beneath him. He laid there for days, starving, and withering away before it stopped. When it did he sat up slowly, taking in a shaky breath. Across the way he saw one of the life-giving fruiting bushes, and he crawled over to it slowly, taking one of the fruits and then devouring it without a pause for thought. It felt good in his stomach, and he ate until he felt he couldn't eat anymore for the rest of his life.

“Am I still all alone...?” He asked, looking up at the sky which seemed so far away when he was in the valley.

“No, you are not alone. Already there is one waiting for you in Kioule. Go to her, become one with her, bring forth more of you so that you may start the world.”

A small smile came to his face. There was someone waiting for him again, but this time, it was one of his own. He was sure that she wouldn't be hurt by his powers. He stood up with new strength and then began the journey back to Kioule, which meant crossing the ocean once more.

He journeyed back to the trees, only this time they weren't uninhabited. The person waiting for him resembled him in build. She was small, waif-like and the wind could easily take her away if it blew too harshly. But it seemed to calm itself as it neared her, so that only her long, wispy pale blue hair would ruffle in it's breeze. Her eyes were large, larger than his and they were a light purple color. She was nude like he had been when he had first awakened, but he didn't mind that. He was focused on her eyes.

When they locked eyes the same clicking feeling washed over him as it had with Telgryne, only it didn't bring pressure or have a hidden burden in it. He found himself stepping toward her quickly, and then found his arms around her, face cradled between her neck and shoulder and she was doing the same to him. “Beloved...” He whispered softly, tears of happiness coming to his eyes. He knew they would always love each other, deeper than he could possibly imagine. Her fluffy white ears perked happily at the name. “Yes... beloved.” She replied in a quiet tone. That wasn't her name, she had named herself Rionne. The voice spoke to no one but him.

The two started a family together, they learned many things about the world, and she happily stayed at his side and let him take the lead. That didn't mean that he had absolute power, she would often prove him wrong and so he held her with a high honor and taught all of the rest to respect her kind. Eventually they journeyed to the other lands to see who else had sprung into being. The ones in Ryuun looked different than they did. The first ones there had horns on their foreheads, and little pointed ears like Telgryne's. The markings below their horns were simple raindrops instead of intricate circles with designs inside. Kairigon didn't mind, he found the change rather appealing. The Ryuunian's didn't like physical contact much, and that upset him.

In Woolein they were beautiful creatures, their eyes glinted with a look of knowledge and danger, but they were a very loving group. They enjoyed contact with each other almost as much as the Kioulian's did, but they preferred more intimate contact rather than innocent hugs and cuddles. They too had different markings on their foreheads, and they didn't have animal-like traits about them.

In Yuo they were very different from Kioule. They lived in small groupings, usually separated by type. Kairigon saw why it took so much out him to create them. Some of them were big, muscular beings with hardened features and rough skin. They could move the earth with any whim, but the plants would barely listen to them. They were wonderful for protection, and they often had the duty of watching over the little ones. The others were small in stature, they were thin like the Kioulian's, but their skin varied in shades from greenish to any other color that plants had. They couldn't control the earth, but their ability to control plants rivaled the power of their rocky counterparts. They could also switch genders, and heal wounds.

But something wasn't right. These others... They did not have the power that he had. They weren't able to control all of the elements. After they had settled back down in Kioule they had their first and only child, until his son's children had been brought into the world, none of them could control anything but the wind. This bothered him greatly, but the voice wasn't there anymore to answer his questions.. Why were they so much weaker than he was? He wanted to teach them the ways of the other elements, but none of them could tap into it. Not even the odd children his son produced could do it. After a time he discovered that it was because he had only given them one element each, and though it was possible to have a fire child born in a wind controlled country, they could not control the wind at all.

Finally after thousands of years had passed, even weaker creatures had surfaced on the other realm. They called themselves “humans.” He was fond of them, he looked after them like they were his own children. He taught them many things, and they learned quickly despite their inability to control anything in the world. What they lacked in power they made up for in numbers and intelligence. Kairigon loved them dearly, but that love ended abruptly when they raised their weapons against the others of his kind, the ones that came from Ryuun. He could no longer look at them as his “children,” but as his enemies. He grew protective of his people and began to kill the humans whenever he visited the realm that they lived in, but they bred quickly and killing them off completely was no easy task. His Kioulian people begged him to stop, saying that violence was not the solution to their problem. The Ryuunian's had gotten their revenge and had since ceased attacking the humans, and the other two countries didn't even know that it had happened. Still, he was not satisfied.

His son now had nineteen daughters, and his wife was pregnant with a boy. (the new baby was two hundred years younger than his closest sister.) The boy would kill her, he could tell. They all had something that would kill them, a weakness, otherwise they simply kept existing. He could see the pain in his precious son's eyes as he watched the child grow in his beloveds womb. Pain and yet anticipation. As much as he would miss his wife when she passed, he wanted to see the child they had created.

The baby felt like a threat. It was a being that hadn't been brought into the world of Kioule just yet, it had great power and it hadn't even been born yet. Kairigon wasn't sure he liked the way it felt, and so he avoided his daughter-in-law most of the time. Until he learned that they were going to name the baby after him, he then he felt obligated to stay around, but he felt that power growing steadily each hour of each day and wondered when it was going to stop. Still the voice wasn't there to answer his questions.

Finally it was born, and his daughter-in-law passed away shortly afterward. The baby looked human, they all did when they were born until they reached their fourth month of existence (until then they were as easily killed off as any human was), but it was painfully obvious that it wasn't. The boy had large forest green eyes, large and frightening to stare into much like the creatures in the sea. He didn't like that, it reminded him of the day that he had killed Telgryne. A day he had worked hard to forget. The baby could not be allowed to survive any longer. The power it had was one thing, but it's ability to remind him that he was filth was another. His childish nature wanted to snuff out anything that made him unhappy.

When his son went to sleep, he stole into the room and snatched the baby from him. He changed realms, to the one where the humans were now thriving. “You will not exist any longer.. Nothing is going to change my world. Nothing.” He laid the baby down on the ground, staring at him for awhile longer. It stared up at him, large eyes unfathomable much like his own. He couldn't kill it himself, the scent of his blood would be on him for weeks. So he turned and walked away to take his building rage out on something else.

He destroyed many things... Demons, humans, anything that got in his way. And then he returned home to play innocent. His son came to him screaming the next morning, demanding to know what he had had done to his precious baby. He lied simply, he had always been good at that, his face was completely unreadable. His son then vowed to find his child and left that very day. He wished that Reim hadn't been so attached to that baby, but he could understand. It was the last thing his wife had given him after all.

Kairigon never saw his son again, and no one heard from him for years. Many thought that he had been killed by the new breed of humans that could see their weaknesses. Finally he had lost his patience and went to search for him, only to hear rumors that he had been killed by these new humans... Humans that called themselves “Mekkai Hunters.”

He was driven into madness. He had just one child with his beloved Rionne, they hadn't thought about having any other children, that didn't matter. The humans had supposedly taken his one, precious firstborn child. The first baby to be brought into the new realm by themselves without the voice's help. He went mad, he began to destroy anything that got in his path. Humans, demons, even other Mekkai. His hatred effected all of his people, Woolein was heavily effected and began to lose touch with their element. They were reduced to human-like beings filled with hatred for the world, and hatred for Kioule's massive amount of power when they had none.

He had just finished killing off a small village, when the other elements stopped listening to him he resorted to the one element he hadn't given to anyone else. The shadow element had been absorbed into him completely, he became shadow, and shadow became him. There were no more creatures born with that element after he was brought into existence. The shadow element was comforting, it was everywhere when the others weren't there. There was always some form of shadow, even in the brightest of places there was a dark place for him to bring his power from.

“Kairigon, it's time.”

He froze in place, having just finished off a group of demons which had wandered over to see what all of the commotion had been about. “Time for what?” He asked, looking up at the night sky as if he had been conversing with the voice the entire time.

“It's time for you to leave. There is a new Creator to take care of this particular realm.”

“I'm not ready to leave! This is MY world!” Kairigon shouted angrily, eyes turning red suddenly. Kioulian Mekkai were the only ones that could do that with their eyes, the others hadn't gotten the ability. Their eyes changed with every whim of emotion, but his only changed when he was feeling an extreme emotion and by then it was already too late to do anything about it.

“It's time. He will fix the world that you've broken, but they will always remember you as their father. Their creator.”

“I don't want to die...” His anger died into a small sob, that had been his one fear. Death itself was scary to him, he didn't understand it, he couldn't control it, and so it frightened him.

“Oh dear one, you cannot die. There is no way to destroy the one who created the world. The new creator will revive you when he has finally forgiven your acts of violence and hate.”

“I... I'm not going to die...?” He asked, daring to look up once more.

“No, until you have given every last bit of yourself away, you will always exist.”

“This is my power, and mine alone.” He hissed, bearing his sharp teeth at the sky. He was possessive of his shadows, much like he was of everything else he had created and taken care of.

“Eventually, that may change. We shall see how the world works out. The humans are messing with the flow of things.”

“They are stupid creatures.” He spat, hair standing up a little. “Why did you make them, mother?” He had decided that the voice was his mother, since Rionne was Reim's mother. Reim had come from Rionne, and he had come from the voice.

“They are necessary beings, dear one. Now sleep... Rest your eyes, it's time for you to hand that burden on to someone else for awhile.”

“Promise me I'll come back...” He sat down, yawning a little as he felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him. “I want to know that I”ll come back for sure before I go to sleep.”

“It is up to the baby that you've abandoned to decide that. He will shape this realm into something better than it is now, and whether he needs you are not is for him to realize.”

“Shouldn'tve taken him from Reim...” Kairigon yawned a little, lying his head down on the grass. It felt so nice against his head, he closed his eyes slowly, curling up on his side as he often did with Rionne. “Will Rionne be okay..?”

“Shhh now, go to sleep. You did all that you were supposed to, and now you need your deserved rest. Worry about that when you wake at a later time.”

“Mmkay...” Kairigon sighed softly and slipped into a deep slumber. In the end he was nothing but a child that was given godlike powers. He loved the world, he loved his people, he loved living and waking to see each new day. But his childishness was his fault, and he grew angry and jealous too quickly, which brought him to madness when things didn't go his way. His body was found by his beloved, and was placed in a special temple-like building in the center of Kioule. She mourned his passing and eventually passed herself. Around their sleeping bodies the world changed drastically, but it was unknown as to whether they would awaken again or not.
Edited by Kairigon, Jun 17 2009, 09:05 PM.


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