|The Peacock and the Chalice
Author: FRC Coazze PM
Thus saith the legend... too dark and tremendous was the night at the beginning of time. A lantern was needed to lit up the darkness. And therefore Heaven called to him the Peacock who served him.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy - Words: 868 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 12-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3087043
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Just a teeny introduction before you begin to read.
This story is not really a story, it is a legend about the creation of the moon that I invented for fun. More than anything else it is a test. I wanted to undertake Early Modern English.
Probably I did mess, partly because I do not know everything I should know about Early Modern English, and partly because I am a non-native English speaker. Therefore, please do not be too mean if I screwed up. It's just a test.
If you have advises or corrections... pray tell me, beacuse they would be very welcome!
The Peacock and the Chalice
Thus saith the legend. In a cold winter day the Heaven looked down on the whole earth that stretched beneath his palace. He then saw for the first time the unfathomable darkness falling on. Dark became his eyes for he saw that there was no light to illuminate the seas of his reign when the Sun his son fell into the west.
Dark was the night, and no creature dared to show itself to the darkness. Everything was silent and dead, and the animals looked with fear at the darkness from their warm burrows and nests. And Heaven saw the longing and sadness in their eyes, and had compassion.
So he called to him the Peacock who served him in his Blue Halls.
He then asked him to go East. "Thou shalt travel for a day nor thou shalt stop for the night. After a day and a night thou shalt see a garden and in the garden a well. Here then, thou shalt fill this chalice with water from that well. Mind thee though: thou must be back to my Halls in the West ere the end of the second day, for this goblet is old and weak and can't hold the water for too long. Thou must bring it to me in haste so that I can light the next night." Therefore he gave the Peacock a silver chalice.
So the Peacock flew and, after a day and a night, he came to a beautiful garden full of roses and apple trees and fragrant flowers of linden - far from the cold that held the lands - and in the center there was a well made of gold and red jasper.
The Peacock took the water from the well with a glass bucket, and with that water he filled the goblet the Heaven had given him. But, when the poured water had become smooth and still, here the picture of a beautiful bird took shape. The Peacock gazed spellbound. So beautiful were those feathers, their colours so dazzling that the Peacock could not remove his eyes from them, and he looked and he looked at his reflection until late evening. And then the red flames of the setting Sun burned his eyes and dyed with scarlet the silver water. Fear took the Peacock as he realized he had missed the appointment with Heaven. He then resumed his journey, fearful, and, when he reached the Blue Halls, the dark shadow of Night had already engulfed the world.
Heaven, furious, snatched the chalice from the beak of the Peacock.
"Thou, vain creature!", he cried, "I was looking for a light to illuminate the Night, but thou allowed the darkness to fall in the third time!"
And he saw that the water was almost all lost, drop by drop, before that well. And Heaven spoke to the water and this all lit up like snow in the sun.
"Always lower this lantern shall be because of thy vanity!" he rumbled. "From now on thou shalt fly in the sky carrying with this chalice, and every day thou must be at the East when the Sun shall lower into the West. To him thou shalt alternate this light. Thou shan't ever be allowed to see the Day, may deadly events happen if thy will shall be weak again."
But the Peacock puffed out his chest and said, "I shan't choose the endless Night over the light of the Day!"
"Therefore thou shalt live without thy face."
And so Heaven did throw the chalice away in the folds of his great and endless coat, and the proud Peacock jumped up in the firmament to grab it in its beak. And thus the goblet's light shineth in the skies as the most beautiful of the stars - but the Peacock that holdeth it in its beak is obscured by so much light. Either he can no longer mirror in the water since he would be blinded by such glare, nor he can ever overtake the boundaries of the Night. But, as Heaven well knew, the goblet he had given the Peacock is old and consumed and so many are the silver drops that the bird loseth in his journey. And every time the chalice emptieth out, the Peacock runneth to the garden and to the well in the garden to draw more water, and then and only then he can see again that beautiful bird watching him from the depths. A single moment before flying again into the Night.