Creating a world

He'd been bored, for eons he had traversed the skies, nothing thrilled him anymore. He'd seen worlds and things that were unbelievable, but it was always the same. No one acknowledged him, he was simply not important to them anymore. He remembered when the creatures were just new to the planet earth. He let himself drift remembering the days when he could just play with them, and they held him in awe. His senses started to pick something up, he turned in time to see an orbiting stone coming straight at him, he tried to dodge, but there was nothing but blackness.

He woke up, the sky was bright. He squinted his eyes quickly sitting up. He felt a rush of disorientation and closed his eyes to let the spinning still. He looked up to the large dirt walls, he looked to the sky above and sighed. He hated falling from the sky, it always hurt. He chuckled wryly. The power and immortality he has, and it still hurts. He chuckled again standing up, stretching to let his ageless bones snap back into place. He inhaled, bowed his head, squat down and jumped up. He imagined himself moving forward and opened his eyes standing just above a vibrant green ground. He let himself settle and looked across the field of exotic grass. He felt the first sense of peace he had in a long time. He inhaled deeply smelling the freshness of this new world and smiled wickedly as a plan formed in his mind. He closed his eyes and with a thought there was a scroll and a feather in one hand, he held a bottle of ink in the other. He sat down with his legs folded under, unrolled the scroll and began to make a list of the worlds he admired most.

Darkness approached and he smiled looking at the last line and rolled the scroll up. "Now to see what I’ve got." he stood up and dusted himself off, tucked the scroll inside an inner pocket of the golden robe he wore, and turned up to the sky. With a thought he was up and began to drift north.

He noticed he was over water as the sun began to rise, he surveyed and saw a shimmering light in the horizon, and he continued on and stopped just above a tiny island. He let himself lower to the ground, the settling stirring the fine gold type of dust before settling. He inhaled deeply as his eyes roamed over the beauty he witnessed before him. He nodded and turned his head to the sky with a deep bellowing of unknown words there was a loud rumbling. He raised his arms to the sky and in another tone, almost a roar the ground suddenly jutted out of glittering ground, a cloud of fragrant glitter swirled as a large pillar bolted to the sky, stopping to allow the sun to send its shadow across the ground, he opened his eyes and smiled seeing the tower before him. He rose to the air and settled on the flat top. He looked over and could see the edge of the island, the cerulean sea glittering as the swirling gold settled. He turned admiring the myriad of colors across the tiny island; he could see the sea from every direction. This would be his home, his Island of Time, and he would rule supreme from his Temple of dreams.

He's spent his time occupied designing the elaborate tower with elaborate traps and tricks; he used his knowledge of the times and many creatures of the worlds to devise riddles and other challenges. He smiled drifting through the rooms; unseen and silently following the simple man he had plucked from some tiny, unknown world near by. The man would stop and with a frantic, scared look in his eyes try his luck.

He held his chuckles quiet, watching as one after another tried their luck, each one getting farther than another. He soon grew bored and accepted that while they were passable, he'd have great pleasure in watching those who could prove themselves worthy through this game trying to do what so many had already failed. He licked his lips watching as his last attempt had successfully passed the last level and as he reached for the final floor. He clapped his hands, and the man burst through two large, dwarf inspired, carved mahogany doors. There was a burst of light, and the man was standing in the middle of a whispering field, surrounded by large trees, their leaves glittered in a foreign manner. He fell to his knees and prayed his gratitude to whatever god had brought him here. He solemnly looked around, the moment of gleeful survival passing, and realized he was alone. Sadness swelled into his throat, and a soft laughter caught his attention. He turned and slowly rose amazed at the woman standing before him. A simple, but comfortable farm house sat happily behind her. He smiled brightly “Amen” he chuckled and let himself sink into her soft and gentle breast, it didn’t matter that he could not understand her manner of speech.

The newly created god floated invisibly above the two smiling, he could feel his energy growing. He burst into a bright light and then he was standing on a large, gold dessert, He set up the first of several, elaborate and highly decorated arenas. Showing his favoritism for the; early roman architecture. How he enjoyed them, so eager with, emotions. So eager for destruction and devastation, the abundance of energy he could feed off, each burst of passion swelling is well stored pool.

He especially admired their taste for war, their ability to so easily dominate and control the masses. He decided they would be the first he'd bring to his game board. After finishing several elaborate housing units and assuring that there was enough to entice his great cultures, to fight for. Only those who had something more to offer to his world would be granted stay there, a wish would be granted, and they would awaken. But first, they would have to prove themselves, on his terms, his whims, his pleasures. This was his world.

He'd finally finished the initial tests of covering and hiding his island and when it was done to his satisfaction, he drifted up and out towards the sea. He looked over the island he'd spent the last couple of years on and smiled pleased.

"Now to find the champions to give birth to my gods" He declared clapping his hands joyfully and vanished.

He drifted through space looking over his scroll, he decided that Rome would indeed be a wonderful place to find heroes, no one famous of course, but they would be fun to watch fight. He closed his eyes blocking out the swirling images as his chant grew louder, they began to lose more image and became streaks of color. He felt himself sliding back, and then it all stopped. He stood on a dusty ground, he looked over hearing a roar of screams and nodded seeing the high walls of an arena, a few people had stopped looking at him amazed, and one pleasant looking woman fell to her knees and began praying fervently. He could see the god awe in their eyes and he smiled rubbed his hands together generating a bolt of lightning and laughed as they all scurried, he quickly let it fade sweeping up the kneeling girl.

"You'll be the first prize my pretty." He gripped her wrist tightly and dragged her in. An older man dressed in fine silk and large jewels on his fingers came up bellowing about his daughter. He stopped rolling his eyes and looked at the man, the girl looking to her father with large eyes, confident in his ability to save her. He smiled wickedly and held out his hand, a pouch formed and he tossed it to the old man's feet. Gold coins fell out around the ground; the scene had begun to draw a crowd. He closed his eyes pushing down the irritation and walked off dragging the girl away. The old man was on his knees gathering up the coins, biting them greedily nodding as he shoved them back in the bag and looked with a bit of a tear in his eye as his daughter screamed out to him, the group around him had began to disperse. He slowly turned away and headed into the bar; ordering a round of drinks.

“A god has taken my daughter.” The slightly guilty father sighed, drinking down the large cup of brew.

He walked through the large doors and stopped still holding the sniffling girl firmly by the wrist. He found himself getting caught up in the cheer of the crowds, his jubilance jerking the girl around. He yelled out and soon the entire arena was in the middle of a grassy patch of land. He stepped outside still holding the girl and smiled. Watching as the people scrambled around, even the gladiators forgetting their duties and joined the mass now panicking as they tried to rush out the door. He lifted into the sky, still holding the girl tightly, this time about her smooth waist.

"Hear Me!" He bellowed, letting a bit of rumble give the illusion of thunder. "I have taken you as mine, and you will entertain me, one year from now there shall be a large battle. The victor will be the ruler here, and have this as his bride. He held the screaming girl out, tearing away the toga, letting her hang voluptuous and naked. A loud cheer went out through the crowd; he smiled watching as a few of the other pretty girls looked to the ground. He admired the range of feelings these creatures had. He spread his arm out across the front of him and bags of seeds and a variety of tools fell to the ground. He nodded to those who'd fallen to their knees accepting him as their god and vanished, the girl held tightly to him.

He returned to his tower, tossing her on a bed he had just formed still awed by all she'd witnessed.

"There's something special about you, and you shall be the mother of gods" He again waved his hand in front of his body, several large trunks appeared. He smiled watching her open one, and her face light up lifting out an elaborate gown, filmy and sensuous, she wrapped it around her naked body and looked at him with a smile, the shining and pretty gifts quickly making her forget any woes or concerns.

"You will sleep here for the night; tomorrow we'll get you situated with a tutor. There is much you can learn." He clapped his hands and a table of fruits and heavily spiced meats appeared, as he disappeared.

He floated above the crisp mist below, he watched the fog billow around and let himself slowly lower to the ground, his robe was now natural, cotton white, green ivy leaves elaborately embroidered through out the material. His hair shifted into a more, human form. He brushed back the long mass of honey hair and the full beard covering his neck. He walked towards a haunting chant that stirred on the breeze, a few wisps loudly calling to his own magic. Their magic was new, but familiar. He smiled as he stepped out of the mists and stood before a tight circle of thirteen men. A yell brought several stout warriors in skirts dashing up, holding their swords in a threatening, yet protective manner.

He stepped back and raised his hands in a gesture of friendship, his head bowed in reverence.

"I wish to speak with the wisest of your wise, he that would help create a world?" His voice was thick and dramatic. One stepped out of the side, he stood before him. He could see He had influence, and power. He could feel it crackling off in zings of sensation. He nodded acknowledging his ability.

“If I may speak with you, I would be honored?” his deep voice was humbled and sincere.
The two walked off into the mists. The other men in the circle were gathered, whispering, the two warriors ran off to spread the news that one of the Tuatha da danana had come to visit with Fero of the Luce. As the two men returned a small crowd had gathered, he smiled admiring the variety of ages and the exuberance they possessed. He nodded to the Fero and raised his hands to the sky, with a familiar but forgotten song, a rumble roared across the sky, the sound of the ocean crashing against crystalline cliffs. Large green tree flourished in ancient and untouched oaks, ash and thorn. The tiny village shimmered into being; the crowd all bent on one knee, the warriors holding their swords out honoring his benevolence. Their ways would be saved from the foreign invaders, they’re culture would carry on.

The swirling dirt and icy flakes settled and a silence was broken. A huge blast of wind blew through the valley, power cackled in the sky, great towers bolted and formed from the cliffs of ice. The towers had a gleam of freshly cut diamonds. The tiny village began to settle, the families adjusting their homes, and assessing damage. The warriors were quick to scout out the terrain. Fero walked the field over to stand before the visitor that had granted him his wish. He bowed deeply offering his obedience. Our life will emulate what you have preserved, so shall we pursue that dream.

He nodded, raising his arms, large sacks began to settle, all the tools they need softly landed from the sky.

“This will always be the source of magic for my world; it will be you who spreads wisdom. Send those who have proven themselves the best and bravest warriors in a year’s time here. He handed him a carefully drawn map. There shall be a grand battle, to the victor go the rewards!” He again raised his arms, and in a swirling wind of ice and snow the wind exhaled and he was gone. Fero mumbled his prayer of thanks and returned to the historians of time, their warriors had now gathered to the front, waiting for more news, goading each other with loud bravado, a few shouts for ale spread through the people.

The thirteen silent robed figures nodded their blessings for the celebration, and falling in line behind Fero of the Luce disappeared in the forming mists, settling in the towers of ice. They each found a library, Shelves lined every wall, and large empty tomes of stretched parchment were crisp. Elaborate wells of ink and scroll feathers were placed on large oak desks. Each contained another box of exquisite parchment. Exploring the rooms further each found a door that led to a large room, three large, moveable globes of crystal began to shimmer images of various villages, some foreign and their own down below. They nodded in unison understanding, each retiring to his room, gathering ink and one of the ancient books and carried it to the desk. Each began to write their stories, and those they saw unfolding.

He found himself standing on rocky cliffs, great icy winds roared around his firm body. He watched the dragon looking boat row across the thinly iced over fjord. He found a soothing beat as the drums pounded the quick pace best for travel. He looked off past them and his sharp eyes settled on the faint trace of a village beyond the trees, he nodded and glided from the rocky mountain tops. He timed his descent so that he would touch ground as they had settled into port. He knew the families would be there to welcome them home. He watched as they gracefully jumped off the boat into the icy water and as he expected, jubilant women and children cheered on the men, now loudly bragging of their exploits. He smiled and raised his hands, soon he watched the people screaming in surprised panic, the warriors hollering curses to the gods. He settled them down in the middle of a lush forest; they heard the sea crashing in the distance. Several large sacks of seeds and tools landed gently to the ground.

“Practice warriors, you shall prove your worth to me in one year’s time!” He echoed mysteriously, an invisible voice rumbling through the sky. He chuckled and disappeared in a bright blast of light.

He then found himself walking down an elaborate brick street; tall, shimmering buildings lined him on either side, his creamy satin robe catching no attention, simply a fancier version of the normal wear. He smiled pleased he could blend in so easily here. He found himself wandering into a gold covered building; he walked in admiring the large baths, several beautiful women, proudly bathing to the admiration of several well decorated gentlemen. One had a young girl sitting at his feet, obviously fondling her breast. He glanced past to watch others cheering on some ringed off battle; he could hear a roar of lions. The one sitting higher than the others shoved a tiny girl off his lap, she bounced her bared breasts bouncing with her enticingly.

“Who dares disturb us?” The voice was thickly accented, the dark skin complementing the dark eyes nicely. The curled beards and quickly unsheathed sword suggested a lustful approach for both battle and more carnal interests. He laughed loudly and raised his arms with a roar. They found their small city sitting on the edge of a sea. They gathered out onto the unexplored land surrounding them.

“Train your warriors well, for in a year’s time I shall choose those who are the best and take them to a grand arena. The victorious will be a ruler among rulers!” He seemed to explode in a blast of rainbow light, a burning glitter landed to the ground, disappearing in the fresh grass. The well dressed men shrugged and returned to calm the screaming ladies inside, stopping to admire their wet, naked bodies clinging to each other in fear.

“Fear not ladies, our life has been chosen by the gods.” They walked outside hearing a tinkling, they found themselves standing amazed watching gold fall from the sky. Smooth and unmarked, bags of seeds and tools followed.

He then spent the next months, quietly observing the cultures he had taken, listening intently to their stories, and the monsters they feared. He kept a little book, scribing interesting details and notes. He began to think of the places he’d been, where he could get creatures most closely resembling what crept in their nightmares. He found himself growing fond of them, spending a particular amount of time, observing Fero who had taken over educating the prize bride in the arts of magic, lore and unfolding many mysteries before her...