The Very Beginning

By Aarron Mondello

Ilkahliel, nameless, void. The Void.
Awoke and spoke and heard no echo
Cried shinning tears in solitary sorrow
They cascaded down and all around
To Ilkahliel, The Void, they bound
And The Void first knew light.

So it was that Ilkahliel made stars and they clung about his heavenly vastness and filled his blackness with the first thing that was not him.
They shone to him like revelation and he knew he could do more.

Time did not pass, for time was not. But Ilkahliel was, and he was alone.
He spoke into the light dotted nothing and lacking any whom could speak back, he spoke for those that did not exist.
And in the no-time there was only  Ilkahliel.
Until suddenly there was another.
“Who are you to be in this blackness with these beautiful gems all to himself? The other asked suddenly and Ilkahliel thought himself half mad.
“I name myself Ilkahliel, the Void. I am the blackness I cried these beautiful gems and they are bound to me,” Ilkahliel spoke back, “But pray, who art thou to exist within me and speak as though ye hold dominion here?”
The other fell silent and Ilkahliel despaired to be alone.
Then the other spoke again,
“You have named me La’Tail and I exist within you and of you. You gave me a voice though you spoke it for me for I was not strong enough in presence to do so myself. And now…I am.”
And time did not pass for time was not.
Suddenly La’Tail spike again.
“Ilkahliel, may I not be as you? I am but a thought in you thoughts . May I not have form such as you?”
“I have no form,” came Ilkahliel’s reply, “I am just darkness.”
“Not so, for if you were, these gems would have naught to bind and cling to,” La’Tail mused.
Ilkahliel considered this and decided it was true.
Then, “Yes, I grant the boon you ask. I will give you form so that you may  live beyond me and on me, and serve me. Be now, La’Tail,” and he wept again. This time with joy at the thought of having a child born of his essence.
His tears fell and gathered together, pooling into a vast glowing Jewel that outshone any of the gems and lit the void of Ilkahliel revealing the wonders of his form that was no more just The Void.
On La’Tail stretched his light until it shone to the far reaches of Ilkahliel and he saw there large boils grown of Ilkahliel. So large had they grown they had separated from him and were tethered by a single thin tendril on which they lazily spun.
La’Tail, free to have his own thoughts discovered curiosity and greatly desired to see these boils and moved himself to them.
But he did not see the tendrils and became ensnared in them and snapped them.
The tendrils held La’Tail tightly in their midst and evermore did he shine down on and in them, warming them with his light.

Of my birth and the creation of light.
Penned by La’Tail, Giver of light, life and all things that grow, during my time among the Vor’Dalee.

©Aarron Mondello

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