Mythology

A collection of myths from the world of Amaranthine. Many Amaranthians know these by heart, and most are at least familiar with their concepts.

## Creation Myth

In the beginning, there was One.

One was Nothing and Everything, for it was all that was.

But One was not satisfied, for it craved company.

So he begot herself, and gave birth to four children.

Two sets of twins, deeply entwined.

First Maris and Daire, Firstborns.

Then Tesni and Nima, Secondborns.

As they drew their first breaths, their exhales became cosmic wind.

As they thought their first thoughts, concepts seared themselves into reality.

But a whisper, and the world was born.

The gods saw that it was good, and named the flesh of their thought Amaranthine.

Eons passed. The One was satisfied.

Many cycles did Tesni and Nima chase one another through the skies.

Many cycles of mortal beings were born and died and had their bones feed new life.

It was beautiful.

But then, the One was no longer satisfied.

For his children, he found, were lacking.

Her mortal creations dull, and without skyfire.

So they begot themselves once more, and hid from their children.

In the heart of Amaranthine, they gave birth to five more children.

Kosmas was born, and the One told them:

“Go, and find a beast to your liking. Give them thine gift.”

So Kosmas went, and did as his mother told him.

He found a herd of equine in fields as red as starlight, and gave them his Thought.

He stayed with them, and taught them, for they were like children, wild and unruly.

Ricmod was born, and the One told them:

“Go, follow thine brother. Share thine gift with his chosen.”

So Ricmod went, and did as their father told them.

They came upon the herd, and gave them their Justice.

They stayed with them, too, to show them his mercy.

Carys was born, and the One told them:

“Go, for your brothers mean well, but without you, they are incomplete.”

So Carys went, and did as they were told.

She came upon that same herd, and gave them her Beauty.

She stayed with them for but a breath, for one can not teach love.

Fianna was born, and the One told them:

“Stay with me here. Your siblings are all gone, and the world is not yet ready for thine gift.”

So Fianna raged against her bonds, and cursed what she was told.

The bones of Amaranthine were too strong.

And so, she stayed.

Last, Lykke was born, runt of the litter, and the One told them:

“I am tired now. Watch over thine sister, for she must not leave.”

So he made promises with his mouth, and lied to the one who had made him.

He broke the chains of his sister, and together, they came upon the herd.

They too, gave them their gifts, and taught the mortals well to use them.

In their long absence, the Firstborn came upon their slumbering father, and cried:

“What have you done? Look how these beings you made have broken the order of things.”

After them came the Secondborn, and called out to their mother:

“What have you done? Look how we have been tainted by our siblings.”

The One said to them:

“My children. You are the bones of this world, they the soul. One can not exist without the other, and both were made to satisfy one another. Never did I desire stasis; in the birth of my second litter, you have been reborn.”

But even as she spoke, she began to fade.

Her words broke into winds.

Her flesh to stars.

For she had slept too long, and this world no longer knew her.

And so the One became Everything and Nothing once more.

The Nine who remained stood before the mortals.

They taught the mortals their names and the ways of worship.

One by one, they rode prayers into high heavens.

Where they remain to this day.

Always to watch over what they had created.