“Aras, Vrassas ir, khur Tyisici, Erineas cujide.”
|Category: Left-wing Utopia|
Regional Influence: Apprentice
Location: the South Pacific
Revari Erinead: The Myths and Legends of Erinor - Hremin Tacirid: The Revaran Creation Account (Chs. 3 & 4)
Jusin te’si: Terkho Revaril qendei - Chapter Three: The Time of Nightmares.
Now, the Nightmares had been birthed by all the evil the lesser Revanim had committed with and against one another, but they had had no freedom to exist in the world of the Revanim themselves until Syatya had willed it to be so, for she cannot abide restrictions and confinement.
They came through the gateway in a flood, all darkness, heat and blades, swarming and slashing, searing and scorching. They turned the sky to moonless night in their wake, blackened the earth and wilted the grass, woke mountains from their slumber and primed the clouds with thunder. The Six were left staggered and bleeding and confused.
The nearest factions of the lesser Revanim were not so fortunate. The Nightmares descended upon them like night itself and eviscerated them all. They crawled over the remains, learned all they could and, taking the shape of those they had killed, they moved on.
And so the Nightmares advanced across the world, twisting anything which had not yet been destroyed by the Revanim themselves, killing what they could and giving any who resisted a long, hard struggle before they took wing and fled.
The Six and all the survivors rallied together in the light of Khardo Siread, which shone even during the night and the darkness of the Nightmares could not quench it.
Ratyano raised his voice.
“We have seen the fruits of our discord and tasted the bitter tears of consequence and we have learned well. These Nightmares will not be defeated by individual heroics, nor by division in our ranks, for therein lies the beginning of this chaos, not its end.
“No, we must put difference behind us, apologise and forgive so that we might unite against this foe with righteousness as our weapons.” And he plunged his fist into the slope of Khardo Siread and drew out a sword of gleaming crystal, so clear and bright that it seemed brilliant white even in the light of the mountain. It was called Anturin sicaren and Ratyano was never after seen without its light in his hand.
With Anturin sicaren raised aloft, Ratyano led the Revanim into battle. The Nightmares amassed in greater numbers than even before, but, though the battle raged for many days and the sky was rent with light and dark ‘til it bled lightning and rained thick and dark, they were no match for all the surviving Revanim working as one mind. Nightmares and Revanim fell to the earth, never to rise again, but the darkness was pressed backwards and back and back they were pushed until they had nowhere to run but through the gateway and out into the universe beyond.
As the last Nightmare slipped through the gate, Ratyano sealed it with his sword, which shone brighter than ever before, blinding the nearest Revanim.
Jusin vis’si: Feoldim Revanirs - Chapter Four: The Children of the Dreamers.
The Six knew that the peace between the lesser Revanim, brought about by the defeat of the Nightmares, would not hold very long if they continued to have nothing to do, so they began to devise ways to add to their creation.
“We should make more beings like ourselves,” declared Ratyano, “able to think and talk and create, but we must not let them have the power to change the world with just their minds, else they might destroy what we have made and bring more Nightmares to this world.”
The other five agreed and each went away to begin working on their own interpretations of the plan. The Feoldar Ratyanod (The Sons of Ratyano) would be strong and brave, to stand guard at the gate of the world and let no Nightmare or demon pass, whilst the Feoldi Vicarad (The Daughters of Vicara) would be beautiful and pure, every sound they made would become music and everything they touched would become art. The Feoldi Jerad were to become travellers and explorers, cartographers and adventurers, experiencing all that had been created through new senses, but the Feoldar Raninod were to be scientists and philosophers, understanding all that had been made and building the future the knowledge they had gained. Tyaniro’s creation was not to be a people, but a language, so that they might communicate clearly and live in peace with one another, but Syatya, always bold and impulsive, did not merely plan, she created her children at once.
The Feoldim Syatyad were wild and free. They took to the forests and spread throughout them, learning all they could of the plants and trees, birds and animals. They were good at hiding, for Syatya wanted them to be free forever, but they were mischievous too, and so it was not very long before the other Revanim discovered them and demanded that Syatya be called to account.
Hrasyin Firid, the Court of the Five, was held and they demanded that Syatya unmake the Feoldim Syatyad. Syatya refused and fled into the forest with her children. Ratyano posted a guard around the forest, but Syatya, enraged at being so contained, declared the forest to be Arutyarca Artil, the Kingdom of Trees and from it marched the Feoldim Syatyad in their thousands. The Revanim, led by the Five, were more powerful than any of Syatya’s creations, but there were so many of them and they were so wild and tricksome that they soon tired of fighting the war against them.
Hrasyin Firid convened again and, this time, they agreed that they must combine their efforts to create a people who would be able to fight the Feoldim Syatyad without them. They had all the skills of the Five in moderation - Ratyano’s strength, Vicara’s artistry, Jera’s sense of adventure, Ranino’s insight - and they spoke with Tyaniro’s language, Syaqin aren, the beautiful tongue. But they lacked Syatya’s free will, for they would obey every word commanded them by the Five.
The Revanim brought them forth out of mountains and the trees and gathered them together and they named them the Cujerim, the builders, for they made things with their own hands.