A/N: Kay, this is just an idea I had for my World Lit. myth and folktale skit. Needless to say, it didn't go over with my two partners very well. =^+^= So I discontinued this story. Plz R+R! Flames allowed!

There is a legend of the worlds' creation that has never been told. Known by few, yet heard by all, this legend I tell is true.
The universe started with four natural things: darkness, cold, heat, and stone. Each resided to the Creations, the elements of our worlds' and stars. Named Anû, the dark, Kôvan, the cold, Ïnka, the heat, and Yumek?, the stone. Another Creation upheld to be born, but the Creator forbid it and restrained its life. The Four were joined together through spirit,they spoke through creating, and lived through Her heart; the Creator who created them, and held their fate by pen.
:Let us make a home.: Yumek?, the youngest and stone, said.
:Of what? Yorself? We cannot do so,: spoke Ïnka the heat, and she took some of herself and part of Yumek?, and combinig them together created Ïumaka, the light. :Let us make a light instead.: And Ïumaka shone with light and saw the beings around her.
:Cousin, how have I come to be?: she asked of Anû.
:You have come to be of the combination of Ïnka and Yumek?, love,: answered Anû, for he fell in love with the light as soon as she was born. Together they had a child, Sh?d?, of both light and dark. Why you couldn't have dark without light, and light without dark.
After seeing each other for the first time, the Creations decided that they indeed needed a home to rest and sleep on. Anû wanted a small dark place, where both he and his sister, Kôvan the cold, could reside together, and not be bothered by the arguments of Yumek? and Ïnka. For the two still argued about what to make there home of.
:I would be suitable for our home.: Yumek? would say.
:Then you'd be condemned to be walked upon by us,: Ïnka would counter. :I will not walk upon my youngest brother!:
Ïumaka, weary of her parents' arguments, would move away from them, going further away the louder and more aggressive they became. :Mother, Father, please stop fighting,: Ïumaka would plead, for they would indeed fight, striking each other in anger.
Yet, with each strike at the other, a part of Yumek? would brake off, heat, and glow, forming smaller light-siblings to Ïumaka, and she would take them away from their fighting parents and scatter them into the darkness of Anû, where they would sometimes form there own pictures to amuse their distraught sibling.