The Creation Myth
This is considered a Myth of the world of Ensla. There is no fact in this, but this is a uniquely held belief of how things were created after the Elder Gods were created.
In The beginning, there was nothing but cosmic dust before life sprang into existence, or rather awareness. It was not a singular entity, but many.
Each unique in their own way, each having their own actual personalities. They were carefree, careful, calculating and more other things than one could count.
“We should make something.”
“Here we go again.”
There was a titter of laughter and they all looked across the darkened expanse that was their home. Male and female was a concept that they had created, something to differentiate the softer of their kind from the more rugged.
“What should we create?”
“Realms. Many realms.”
“How many?”
“As many as we like.”
A soft voice was heard, all the eyes of the rugged ones watching the beauty that strode to the table they’d created to sit at. Her eyes were like the cosmos, hair wispy and golden like a forming nebula and everything about her was soft and gentle, “at least nine. I should think.”
The assembled beings sat there, mulling it over. One speaking, his voice cold like the darkness that they’d come from, “why do we not...form groups of Nine...each of us create a realm?”
The female smiled brightly at the red eyed male, leaning towards him and nodding, “that sounds wonderful. That would make seven sets of nine realms!” her eyes danced and then she laughed softly before sitting in the male’s lap. Her lips lightly ghosted across his cheeks before she stood up, “are we agreed?”
“What shall we make?”
“Why,” She looked at them, “whatever we want!”
A Calm voice spoke, “Whatever? Are you sure about that?”
“I mean…” she motioned to a man with hair that moved slowly as if on the wind, the red tendrils turning white and blue in some places, “you want a place to always fight, yes?”
The male nodded, “I do.”
“Then that could be your realm!”
“And how would we interact after we went and created our realms?”
The woman brought a finger to her lips and then suddenly nodded, “I know! We shall make two realms! One with special powers and one without! Then another, just for us to walk upon and speak to one another...I’m not sure the power we hold will not ruin them.”
“What would you call them?”
She rocked on her feet, letting out a low hum, “Ensla, Empyrie and our Realm....” she rocked a bit, “The Garden of the Heavens. Which will have access to the Realm that the makers created: Kingdom Plane.”
A warm chuckle ran through the endless expanse, “Then it is agreed upon. Ensla and Empyrie shall be where we shall all work together to create two realms, beings with in them as well.”
Thus, the creation of all that the people of both Ensla and Empyrie knew began, with sixty-three beings, all working together to create beings, some plain, some ethereal, some that were gifted, some that were not. Each of the beings gifting a few with abilities that would carry through their blood, spread and fill both worlds.
