Aordins's Story

Birth was different for every god. Some experienced pain, others euphoria. As the divine seeds hatched across the Middle Realm, divine creatures of every shape and size appeared. Soon after came creation in abundance. Like an artist and a blank canvas, the gods filled every thing they saw with their own essence and creativity.

One such Goddess walked through a wide open field. She smiled, enjoying the warmth of the day and smell of the earth beneath her feet and the flowers that stretched out as far as her eyes could see. She marveled at all the beauty around her and wished more than anything that she could add to it, somehow without changing what she could see and smell. Suddenly, a bright light shone around her fingertips and she found herself holding an odd device. A Harp. As soon as the thought appeared she knew that that was what the instrument was. With it, she could give more beauty, so she did.

She played for awhile, simply letting the Music flow from her fingertips, her eyes closed in rapt concentration. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw dozens of creatures around and on her. She giggled and the creatures responded with chittering, peeping, and other sounds. "Such marvelous creatures. You must be hungry..." And her hand was filled with seeds and nuts, enough to feed the small animals easily. She watched them for some time, simply in awe of their grace and natural beauty.

She decided that she needed to see more, to experience everything the world had to offer, perhaps to make something new as well, if the whim took her. So she set off to explore, wondering at every new creature and plant she saw, reveling in the changes of the day and night, and playing music and dancing when the silence did not suit her.