Before time started to pass, and long before the clock was invented, the universe had yet to be. The substance that would become all things was fixed inside a vacuum of nothingness. But slowly the particles began to swirl, as if awakening from a deep sleep. Year after year passed with a frenzy of activity. First came the stars, followed by huge masses of rock floating in space, known today as planets. One planet in particular was unique. Instead of being just another rock, this planet had other things stirring around it. Time went by and these little bits of energy constantly collided until the first life, Nausum emerged. He was nothing but thoughts, but soon fashioned himself a hominid structure from the swirling materials to reside in. 1
Nausum, however, soon became bored with his solitary existence. He created another entity to be his partner and companion, her name was to be Gewas. Together they began fashioning plants, simple at first; low and mossy. Gewas soon became very talented at this and she filled the world with plants of all kinds and colors. She made trees of needles, trees that bear fruit and nuts, and other trees that serve only as beautiful things to look at. Flowers and bushes were made as well. Nausum created mountains and rivers and oceans and big flat areas of land for Gewas to put her creations. The two godly beings settled down in their new utopia, and soon produced a son, who they named Jibini.2
The proud new father decided that he would make a collection of pets for his son. He took the rest of the swirling material and made animals of every kind imaginable to live in the utopia the gods affectionately called Earth. With the last bits of material, Nausum created creatures in a likeness to himself and his family. When he was done, Nausum used the remaining energy and gave life to all of his creations, and all at once every being he created let out a tremendous roar that shook the sky. Jibini heard the ruckus and came running to see what it was.3
“I made these for you,” Nausum exclaimed proudly.4
“Thank you, Father” replied Jibini, without taking his eyes off of the milling creatures.5
“All of these creatures are special, but the ones that look like us, I call them Humans, have a unique gift”6
“And what is that?” asked Jibini, now laughing at the antics of a monkey and a weasel.7
“Humans,” Nausum said, patting his son’s shoulder, “have the gift of thought. Promise me that you will be very careful with them, and never give them metal, for they could turn on us.”8
“I promise.”9
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At first the small godly family walked among the humans, even creating some friendships. But the gods, ever weary, always hid their golden jewelry and plates. Nausum and his family taught many things to the most unique race created to inhabit earth. Nausum taught the men to gather plants and find carrion, for the use of metal for killing was not known. Gewas taught the women to use the wool of sheep to make cloth, and how to cook the plants and carrion the men of the tribes brought back. Jibini taught the children of mankind the games of the gods, including a ring-toss game and a game very similar to modern day poker, all of which became a great source of fun for both players and the family of gods who loved to watch the humans whenever they could.11
Years passed slowly, as they did at the beginning of time, until one day, when an inquisitive (an accidental trait, according to Nausum) human by the name of Tul-raan, heard a new and peculiar noise outside of his tribe’s cave. Being bold, he decided to investigate. He snuck slowly toward the mouth of the cave and very quietly peeked around the corner. What he saw was something that awed and angered him at the same time. Nausum, Gewas, and Jibini were having a picnic. Instead of using rocks for plates as they did when eating with the humans, the gods ate off of the brightest material Tul-raan had ever set his eyes on; gold. The unusual sound was that of metal scratching against metal as the gods cut their divine food.12
Tul-raan hurried away to find the other members of his tribe. Upon returning to the scene of the picnic feast, the tribesmen stared in awe. Gathering their courage, Tul-raan and the eight tribesmen he brought with him walked towards the gorging gods. Gewas was the first to hear the approaching men, and she quickly hid the plates, but the damage had been done. The gods had to tell the humans about metal, but they did not tell them how to work it.13
The gods became content that the humans did not know of the destructive power of metal, and lived life as before. Two hundreds of years slipped away, and Tul-raan was becoming an old man and could not grip things well. One day while eating, he dropped his plate into the heart of the cook-fire. After dousing the flames, he tried to pick up the plate, but dropped it because of its heat. As it impacted the stone of the cave, the plate bent, and the art of metal forming was learned. It was not long before humans made weapons and simple arguments turned into bloodbaths.14
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Something had to be done to stop the killing. Nausum made a drastic decision; he would have to annihilate the race created to be so much like himself and his family. He made a huge ball of fire and hurled it at the earth from his heavenly home. The flying inferno slammed into the hopeless earth with a force beyond modern reckoning, creating huge changes in the land, and destroying every trace of many species. Raging fires covered the earth for years on end, volcanoes buried valleys, tidal waves created new rivers, and from the home of the gods, the destruction looked complete. 16
But that was not to be true. Hidden away in the deepest cave was a group of humans shunned by the rest of the population. They were weaker and lived only a fraction of the time the superior humans lived. The stayed in their cavernous dwelling for thousands of years, until they emerged and rebuilt the earth and created the human race as it exists today. During the time of hiding, the gods left the planet for a location more peaceful, where they could recreate Earth, without any mistakes. 17
Author notes
i dont really like it, but im still posting it. again, a piece for school.
