Before the beginning there did not exist anything, the absence was everywhere and nowhere. This was the way it was for the infinity beyond time, until one came to change the silence into something. It was the dawning time, when Shia lit the fire. As the fire streamed from the golden curl, light and dark were created. In that second, there was an infinite black that spread through all , where before there was nothing.
The creature Shia had created itself out of pure need for something, resembling a floating shard of brilliant light. He pushed into the dark, spreading his light to conquer the darkness and to see what he had created. As the light spread, things began to form in Shia's view. The shadows fell back to expose the stretching spires of great shining cities, and the glowing mines of the little people who harvested the translucent crystals. A look of wonder went into the faces of the million who now worked diligently in the workshops of the winged cloud-cats.
Shia flew on, the light spreading off into a space full of a billion glowing bright beads in the distance. Each of these became a unique land of light and advanced creation, spreading on into the infiniteness. Past the worlds of Ehris, Maadon, Tas-Terr’, Holden, and Reele. On the planet Ehris, the hugest world, much existed. Huge factories lay on one side of a wall, and a huge city on the other, and all of this belonged to a quick-thinking old man who lived in a tower on the wall, where he watched both sides and made sure the production levels flourished in the making of squishy cushions.
This little old man had done many things in his years, in creating the success of his mighty world, a world whose expansion had pretty much died down. On many days he sat in his room cushioned with thousands of squishy products, gazing out at the vibrating waves of energy that flowed like gentle water over the machines beneath the radiation. He had so much, yet something was missing. He stared at a squishy cushion that lay in his arm, it's thick and pleasing warmth oozing over his skin. He then realized that everything had this absence that he felt, that creation had forgotten something incredibly important.... something missing. His eyes began to ache as he stared on into the folds of the cushion, and he wanted to close them, but he looked deeper......
A thickness leapt through the skin of his eyes, as Brilliant violet and deep blue shot through the room. Magenta, Turquoise, Indigo, Scarlet. Colors seemed to pop out of the air in front of the man's nose. With a jump of joy, he jumped to his window, throwing open his window to the people of his empire, the giggling streams of color rushing down into the tops of trees and brick sides of processing towers. A dazzling purple filled the sky, and the people of Ehris gazed in wonder at the awesomeness of what now lit up there lives. The old man had created color.
Far off in the land of Tas-Terr’ a teenage girl sat watching a group of performers, who acted out a group of stories about people in a rain storm. She lounged in a comfortable chair near the back of a red-brick room that was located 20 miles deep into the city of Veda. The few people who had come to watch the performers rehearse sat in the front seats of the low-ceilinged theatre, every now and then smiling and tilting their heads at their son or whoever of interest to them was performing. Maybe some of them just came down the stairs from the Central and started watching, like she had. She liked the back chairs, she always had. If one sat in the back they could think clearer and not have to worry about who was behind them, just watch the show.
She sighed, letting her golden-haired head sink into the deep-red backing of her chair. Something had always felt wrong about these performers, like they should be doing something else instead of just smiling at each other and moving their arms about to the sides of their heads. Her ears began to buzz as she watched the mouths of one of the men opening up and closing. A thickness in the air began to form around the sides of her face, and the people in the front row turned in puzzlement, looking at her with their heads cocked to one side. Gasping, she stood up, just as sound filled the room. Sound. She sat back down and smiled to herself. The performers sang on, the gentle strains of their voices bouncing around the room. She had heard them speaking. The people in the front row went back to watching the show, laughing in amazement as their ears reflected on the funny things that the performers said.
"And when I come back, won't you be here, Henrietta?" Roland Gersillio said in the direction of his acting partner. He couldn't help staring at the blonde girl that sat in the back seat of the shadowed room, engulfed in a huge red old chair. Something was missing in the lines he and the others spoke on stage then. A sort of dull lowliness of performance or something, he thought. He pretended to frown and listened as his fellow actor Giolandss Trito answered him. Her voice was smooth and soothing and all that, but, ... Suddenly he realized what lacked in the performance. It was his line now, and he spoke the words from that story he knew all to well. From his throat sped waves of tone, rocking out over the people in the theatre.
"And whennnn- you meet me!, the dog shall hear your voice, ..At theee-TRA-IN, station!..... And when you smile, I'll run through the people, and plants will grow --Plants will gROWW!, ....from the walls....!"
The people of the audience sat still with expressions of stupefaction. The voice of the character Henrietta stayed silent. He turned to look at the dazed Giolandss Trito and smiled to himself. Footsteps sounded on the stone stair case as people came down from the Central restaurant above them to see what the wonderful thing they had heard was. Roland turned his head to look at the girl who sat in the back row, and their eyes meeting, they grinned at each other with an intelligently lovely feeling of glorious peace. On that day, Sound had been willed into existence, and Music had been forged upon this revelation.
In the lush forests of Maadon a conflict raged. The war against the Foley-kings had been going on for centuries, and the Treefoxes were fed up.
"On Mark 2, enter left, aware in 4" General Sniffy the fox spoke into his wooden command-box at Lieutenant Holly as he watched her against the side of an old Saok tree three trees away from him. The Treefoxes were losing the battle now, but the flux of the neverending war against those meanies would shift soon enough and they'd be winning again for a while. When the war had started, his Grandma had said, the great forest had been a grassy field, and the trees had grown on for the years the war lumbered on. Why did he do this everyday- was the fact these Humans were eating the foxes' orange Fuzzy Fruit enough to dedicate centuries of history in a fight that never seemed to do anything at all? But, no, they did not deserve this, they had righteousness on their side, and that was why they must fight on. Those brutish Foley-kings deserved nothing of peace for what they had done to the Treefox family of the Deepgom Fields (no one had had time to change the name of the field since It became a forest 1700 years ago). With a glow of pride, General knew that this day would be the day they won the battle.
With a cry of an old chittering Wenden Battletune, he leapt from behind the tree and stood before the dumbfounded Foley-catapult which had been looking for them for hours. Holly stared at him with amazement as he smiled back at her and launched a flarestick into the side of the catapult driver's head and watched as he exploded in a glowing mass of twisted metallic gears. Laughing in a way that was slightly insane, Sniffy cried into his com-box, "Enter Center, Forward, Aware 0!!!!!! "and ran through the forest towards the light of the hill overlooking the Foley-kingdom. His perplexed Foxfighters ran along side him with loaded Fistpoles, looking at him in fear, or was it appreciation.
"Foosh". Amazed Foleymen were thrown from their steeds as the Treefox army swooped down the hill into the very heart of the Foley-kingdom. From General Sniffy's fingers arced a humongous streak of light, and a 50 ft high fireball blew the main tower of the ememy's castle to bits a half mile away. With a cry of delighted rage, the Fox army went down towards the kingdom.
In 2 weeks, the Treefoxes had reclaimed their rightful place as the true eaters of the Fuzzy Fruit and had time to name their homeland forest a lovely and powerful name -"the DomGul-deep Treewoods"; a powerful name for a beautiful land which stood for millions of years in peace and harmony. A land prospering in Fuzzy Fruit as the Foleykings watched jealously from an old space station with bad food that orbited the world of Maadon.
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