Of Anoseth, and the Renduril
The first cries of the newborn world rang out in crashing tides and splitting lands. Breath was taken over the plains and sunlight spread warmly over countless living things for the first time. It was then that the god, Anoseth, marveled at the work made by his children, the Renduril: the holy ones who shaped his treasured world.
In the beginning, and in his most creative moment, Anoseth wrote a raw world, and he studied it long untouching, afraid to ruin his work. So it was first that he brought Ruoric into being, the oldest of the Renduril and the Sculptor of the Land. He carved the world into a globe and gave it beauty and ugliness, for it was that balance that compelled his being to do so.
But Anoseth was not yet pleased, and so he brought Ceihlith into being, the second of the Renduril, and the Writer of the Stars. She added much glimmer and beauty to the world with her starlight, for such was her own, but Anoseth desired for its beauty to be enjoyed and worshiped, so he brought Heiliu into being: Mother of All things, and the wife of Anoseth.
Heiliu filled the land with beasts, small and large, and life came to the world, but it was an empty existence, undriven. To give them purpose and will, he created Aeirassi, the Singer of Life, and she sang the music that made life beautiful, but Anoseth was not wholly pleased, for he thought life could be more beautiful still.
It was then that he brought Uradrith, the Flame of Mortality, into being. He saw to the end of all living things, able to kindle the fire that would burn and die for all life. And it was with death that Anoseth was at last pleased with the beauty of life. But with other things, he found out, he was still displeased. It took many centuries of observation to learn that Uradrith did not control flames for many materials of the planet, and Anoseth wished the brevity of life to affect all things. But Uradrith could not control the flame of the world, and he told to Anoseth that it was too bright to ever dampen. Therefore, Anoseth was urged to bring into being another Renduril: Yalista, the Squall of Time.
Yalista blew the wind that turned even the mightiest and oldest of things to dust, and she was tasked with aging the world. And so it was that life came and went in all places and in many ways, and Anoseth was entertained, bidding his children, the Renduril, to lastly make domains for themselves on the world and look after all he had wrought, and they did so for a long time.
It was around this time that Alfonso Carlson Avery came to the world, shortly after Anoseth brought into being the last of the Renduril: Junar, who had been tasked as the first of men, and Uradrith was given the second task of giving these, who Anoseth thought to be the finest form of all life on the world after his children, everlasting life that he would foster within himself.
When it came that Alfonso would correspond with Anoseth, he had many remarks to make on the world and of Anoseth's Renduril, all of which were lost on them, for Alfonso's way of speaking was not of their own. Thus it was, Aeirassi, that sang a song to him that gifted him with the knowledge of their language. After much anticipation, they discussed the becoming of themselves, and learned of their vast differences, and that Alfonso professed that his life flame was even less than the men of Junar. And he told them of the wrecking of his iron ship upon the land and amazed the Renduril who saw it, for it was a time machine, he said to them, and was able to relate it to sailing upon the very winds of Yalista.
Be it the beauty of such an unusual life that would extinguish before any other life on the world, or because she had been tasked to sing a song to him alone, Aeirassi became taken with Alfonso, and this concerned Anoseth greatly.
Before Alfonso's great tour of the world would be consented, Anoseth interrogated Alfonso, wanting to learn of the purpose of his arrival and his intentions while he dwelt with them. Alfonso credited his arrival to happenstance, but soon after suggested that remaining for a time might be a divination that none of them foresaw, including himself. Anoseth was unsure of this prophecy, but did not disregard it, asking Alfonso further what he might share, if anything.
Alfonso was quick to identify a lack of wisdom amidst Anoseth's all-knowing being, for he had much knowledge and many talents to have wrought what he shall, but not the experience that can only come from error and much time. To this, Alfonso offered to tell his stories, for he had many experiences, and they were not exclusive to his life alone. Anoseth was intrigued, and beckoned Alfonso to share what he might, and he would reward him with whatever he desired of the world. Without hesitation Alfonso pointed to Heiliu, Mother of All Things, and the wife of Anoseth, and thus marked the day that Anoseth created changing weather, for he knew not the emotion of sorrow that plagued him so.
Anoseth enlightened upon Alfonso that Heiliu was his wife, and though he knew not the meaning of love, he felt it and the protectiveness that it came with. He would seek to deter Alfonso from his selection of gifts for sharing his knowledge with him, but Alfonso was quicker with a new direction, and abandoned his previous course. Returning Aeirassi's look of affection, he named her as his reward, and he pointed also to Ceihlith whose name he did not know.
?She is Ceihlith, Writer of the Stars. But you would have her as well? For you have already named one of my Renduril to take as your own,? Anoseth spoke.
And Alfonso spoke in return, ?Yeah, that bitch. Gimme that one.?
And so it was that Alfonso took them both in hand and led them away to a place of sunlight, grass, shade, and flowing water, and there he showed the daughters of Anoseth first pain, and then pleasure; and Aeirassi refunded to Alfonso many times his breath after he became tired, for she was the giver and singer of all life, and she had delighted in the sensations he revealed to her.
But throughout their crawling and touching, they did query about the ritual Alfonso prepared beforehand, equipping a thin veil upon his flesh. He said to them not to worry, and called it a guard against conceiving god sons, which he did not desire to clash with if they would oppose him in adulthood. And in subsequent unions, he had shown them the manner of applying this most useful guard, and they were henceforth able to do this work for him. In any case, it was their foremost act of togetherness that birthed the spring in all its warmth and brightness upon the world, and many new emotions also came into being for the Renduril, such as longing, anger, and jealousy.
Ruoric and Heiliu had observed their act and learned of intimacy from it, though there was no word for it at the time. However, Anoseth had long been mingling with anger since it became known to him, and he began to name to his Renduril, Alfonso: the enemy.
A day came in that summer of that year when, though distance had been given to him, Alfonso sought more than the twilight realm of Ceihlith he lorded, and the two Renduril who clung to his legs. Against their forewarning, he ventured forth to meet with Anoseth, and tell him that all he had looked upon he would now look upon, for he desired to sit where Anoseth would, and pride in what he prided in. Anoseth was enraged, but foresaw this day so in advance that his temper was not lost, and was able to ask Alfonso why he would take when so much had been gifted to him. Alfonso answered only that his purpose of being was to do so, and moved to unseat him.
Anoseth was not an all-powerful god, for he had dispersed his many unique gifts among his Renduril, and all but two were still loyal to him, and with them he had prepared a mighty defense, first calling upon Yalista to slow his steps with a mighty tempest of aging.
And Alfonso did age horribly, but his steps continued unfaltering, and a withered hand did finally reach for the light in Anoseth's face. Never before had Anoseth felt fear, even though Alfonso had become incredibly weakened, he still moved and was, and it frightened him that his word was not reflective of what was said. And so he screamed out of a great terror, and a gale of much force blew back Alfonso, and it would be some time before his elderly form would stand again; but when it did, he found he was youthful again, for he was sung to by Aeirassi, who had come?not just to his aid?but to see to the deathlessness of this meeting, for above all things, she desired the enduring of life.
Anoseth felt a great pain in his being at seeing the betrayal of Aeirassi, and now named her, along with Ceihlith, as enemies for allying with Alfonso, and bid Uradrith to cast out their life flames. And so Uradrith came to stand before Alfonso with his enchanted whip of many tails, and Alfonso brandished a silver-black blade that had been shaped by Ceihlith, Writer of the Stars, and it contained the starlight of the world.
So it was that the two did battle, and died many times with the many lives they both housed. By the end of the battle, Uradrith had been cut open many times, and his blood, that was never meant to drop, had been spilled. It was by this significant wounding that men came to lose their gift of everlasting life, and hence after became mortal who could also spill blood and perish upon the world.
Uradrith nearly ceased to be in his encounter with Alfonso, and would have been the first of the Renduril to ever depart from the form that was given to him by Anoseth, but he was made to endure by Aeirassi's love for all life. Alfonso also was healed, and the two again entertained the notion of continuing their battle, but Anoseth stopped them with a great sundering of the land between them.
?Too much injury has already afflicted my world,? he said, ?and we now have many reasons to weep, and for many ages yet to come. I would see to it that you would leave with great haste, Alfonso Carlson Avery, before anymore awfulness is cast upon our history, but it is not in my power alone to make you do so. Therefore, I would ask: by what devising would you depart from my sacred realm? And do not hasten with your words, for you should think them over carefully as I see great difficulty in your unmaking, but see it I do.?
?I would have your head for such words,? Alfonso began, ?but they are not answerable for your fate now. That was decided upon our first meeting, when I first saw that you ruled from on high, and no man or god will have what I cannot.? And he moved forward to attack Anoseth himself, and met with many walls of the Renduril ? all of which both his astral knife and steadfastness did cut through.
There he slew Anoseth, and his beautiful light was spread across his world until he was no more, and only a great ivory tree of limitless beauty was left. And under it he slew also Uradrith, this time in a much shorter-lived battle, and his blood was spilled again without healing at the demand of Alfonso. The Renduril then mourned for their father and brother, but Alfonso reassured them of their future, for the world remained and he would not be their foe so long as they now bowed to him.
Alfonso had chosen wisely to stay his sword, for the strongest of the Renduril, Uradrith, was slain, and drank up into the tree of Anoseth that had since turned forever red. Junar, the first and Father of Men, then took it upon himself to pen the history of Alfonso, and it lasted to the final years of his sons when Alfonso became again thirsty for new realms to conquer.
With little to say, he left some instruction for Ruoric, Sculptor of the Land, to build a monolith in his image, and for Yalista to not ever breathe age upon it. To Aeirassi and Ceihlith whom he had lain with, he seized hungrily and aggressively, for he still desired them, and it was as much his intention to feast again on their flesh as it was for him to let them know it.
And to Heiliu, he spoke last, for in her he felt her worship the least, and it displeased him.
?Mother of All Things,? he began, ?I leave to you your own destiny now, and you would thank me for it, this I know. But I do not ask for your thanks, nor your forgiveness that I killed your husband. What I ask for is remembrance, and I know you would deliver it, because the harm I have brought you is not forgettable. But it is a bad remembrance, and I would leave you with another one before I go.?
And then, on the day of Alfonso's departure, the world gathered around outside his iron ship he had called a vessel of time, and watched him remove, with great shock to Heiliu, his lower raiment, and soon after busily wrote the chronicling hands of Junar's sons.