Creation

One learns about the inception of humanity in the holy chronicles of the Udhar Discipline’s Ancient Monoclave. Within it, one learns of the un-world Kharkun which, once upon a long slumber, was all there was. Untold ages passed as Kharkun was the cosmos and any inkling of creation or existence were undone in an instant.

When a strong spirit came into being and knew that she existed, she took offense at Kharkun’s incessant swipes. Strong was she, and powerful, such that any part un-done would be re-done in an instant. Again, untold ages passed as the spirit’s self resisted the un-making of the un-world. A cosmic rage broiled and boiled within her vast being at the injustice of her existence, the loneliness, the nothingness that ate at her. So righteous and mighty was her rage that she struck the un-world, bruised it, separated Kharkun from Kharkun, sliced tendrils from tendrils. It was then that she forged from the essence of the un-world the Great Barrier Shield and held it high above her, putting a stop to the constant attacks. A great satisfaction washed over the spirit as she realized that she stewarded a new realm, a realm of being and existence. She looked below herself and saw chaotic Making. Remnants of Kharkun, tendrils and limbs and dust, circled each other like whirlwinds, collapsed into one another and formed orbs. Some of them glowed, some of them did not, and some of them swallowed all that came to them.

And as she saw her realm form, her soul lit up with the light of a million suns and she knew that she was Majora, the Primordial being.

But Majora was lonely and she was unsatisfied. She wished for companionship, for relief from holding up the Shield. And just as Kharkun un-made, Majora knew she could make. And so she took part of her soul-light and formed it into a separate being, a separate soul, and she named her sister Minora. Majora stripped from herself measures of empathy and wisdom and bestowed them on her sister, who learned gratefulness then. Her mandate clear, Minora stood beside Majora, held up her arms and relieved her sister of her tiring station.

The Great Barrier Shield, now held up high by Minora, continued to carve Void out of Kharkun and Majora set her mind to more making. She made life upon those orbs which seemed to want it. Trees and mosses, animals and microbes, all experiments of her mind. Even then, she was unsatisfied. She saw her sister who struggled against Kharkun, her tears falling off her cheeks and freezing into comets. But Majora’s experiments were at an end when she knew: To know herself, needed were beings of thought and sophistication. Like herself, like Minora. And so, within the center of Majora’s Void, she placed the Sumptus and within the Sumptus, she placed humanity.

In her infinite wisdom, the Primordial Maker, now become Mother and Goddess, stripped her soul-light of some wisdom and bestowed it on her newest creation and with it, a Mission of Empire, a Discipline to guide them and reign them back from the un-world, and the great mandate to inhabit the Void for habitation was her grand design.