Dragon Lady: Hm…Here’s another example of a story I had to write for class.

Ken: Uh oh. I remember what your last schoolwork induced story was like…o.O

Dragon Lady: That’s mean, Ken. =P

Ken: Whatever.

Dragon Lady: ^^;;;; Anyway. I would be very humbled if you’d read this little original story and review. ^_^

Ken: Dl wrote it for her Gods & Goddess/World Myth class.

Dragon Lady: Mr. Williams seemed to like it well enough. ^^;;; Our assignment (after reading various versions of creation) was to come up with our own version of the creation of man. So I’m not being unreligious or anything here, it was just a class assignment, and even though I don’t like it too incredibly much, because it is far from the best job I could have done on it, I decided to post it here.

Ken: Read and Review.

The Creation of Man

By: DigimonDragonLady

In the beginning, there was nothing but a great darkness. Enormous, and completely empty inside; devoid of any and all emotions. It covered everything with its veiled curtain of inky blackness, reaching into the farthest corners of existence to dampen and smother out everything that could have been in sight. There was no life. No up, no down. No forwards or backwards, left nor right. There was nothing to define the darkness. It simply was. Not even time was allowed to pass, nor cease completely, in this strange and twisted dimension.

With the presence of this darkness, it was as if all of existence was frozen in a dismal fog of trickery, deceit, and utter despair. There was deep longing from a place trapped between being and non-being. Life and death. For even the darkness itself was not alive, but it was aware. It knew that it was. And that it was not. And it watched all with hidden, and calculatingly cold eyes.

Of course, there was nothing for the darkness to notice, aside from itself, for nothing else was. But somehow, in some way, something else began to grow within the darkness. The darkness was at first upset with this new growth, for it was not something that had been planned. It debated, for a time, what to do with this strange anomaly. The exception to the rule. But it was decided that nothing would be done, because this new source was not living, though it was not dead, but almost…almost could have been compared to the darkness.

And the darkness was curious. So it merely sat and watched as the new growth developed. It seemed to spread incredibly fast. And it was not long (though we can’t exactly say that it was short either, because there was no time), before this new entity had become almost as great, and with as vast a spread, as the darkness.

The darkness accepted its development with ease and seemed not to care in the slightest at its presence. It had grown accustomed to this new emergent. And it became, that there was the darkness, and the magic.

So, they co-existed on peaceable, semi-friendly terms. Neither liking the other completely, nor actually despising them. In fact, the darkness, when considering an idea at some point, decided that perhaps it was almost nice to have some kind of company, even though it had never before known loneliness.

The magic, unlike the darkness, was not an emotionless entity. It could feel the intense longing from the areas that were covered by the darkness, and it mourned for a great length, at the loss of an unknown beauty.

Of course, the darkness, being ever observant, noticed the distress of the magic. And though the darkness could not feel what was felt by the magic, the darkness seemed almost to mourn itself, for it’s almost friend. The darkness understood the reason for the magic’s grieving, but it would not withdraw its hold. But when the magic, seemed to sink deeper and deeper into itself, the darkness felt…a strange sort of distress.

In a moment of weakness on its part, the darkness agreed to help bring one living being into existence. But only one. The magic was overjoyed at the offer, and of course, readily agreed. Even the life of one small being, would lessen the pain that it felt. And so, the darkness and the magic worked together, each speaking the words to the intrinsic and naturally instinctive song of vitality and life.

The darkness gave form to their creation, and the magic gave the soul. Together they breathed life upon it, each bestowing their own special gifts of light and everlasting life. So in this way, a woman was created.

The magic was ebullient with the success of its labors, and it doted constantly on the young woman, like a protective mother hen. Indeed, the Lady (as she came to be called), called the magic, Mother. The Lady’s power was great, for she had the attributes given to her, not only by the magic, but by the darkness as well.

In this way things remained, until the darkness began to harbor a secret jealously of the Lady. The way in which the magic was continuously doting on her instilled the aversion to the beautiful vision of life, and stirred the darkest of feelings deep within the darkness.

The darkness had helped to create the Lady, in an attempt at becoming closer to the magic. But with the birth of their creation, the magic only drew farther away from the darkness. Indeed, sometimes it seemed that neither the Lady or the magic even noticed the presence of the darkness, though it was within the darkness that they resided.

And so the darkness came to resent them. And then to hate. Even the magic, who’s companionship it had at one point actually deeply desired. The darkness was unused to feeling such things, as it had never actually considered its emotions, and it soon became completely overpowered, consumed by another cold desire, to see indivertible suffering come upon the miserable pair.

When the Lady began to despair of life, for though she had the magic, and the darkness to keep her company, she felt very much alone in her world, the magic grieved with her. It whispered words of soothing comfort in her ear, and attempted to make her smile once again, but nothing the magic could say would work. Though the Lady was blessed with a limitless amount of life, she seemed to die inside.

The magic was greatly distraught to see its creation withering and wilting, and it asked the Lady if any one thing that it could do would make her happy.

The Lady answered the magic‘s question as honestly as she knew how, for it was somewhat difficult to explain exactly why she felt the way she did. “Though I am with company, I am alone. Could you not bring forth another life, for me?”

The magic was unsure of what to do. It had created the Lady with the darkness, and they had agreed that it would be the one life. The magic had never considered the idea that the new life itself might ache for companionship of its own.

But the magic went to the dark to plead for another life in their existence. The dark reveled in the magic’s distress this time, instead of mourning for it, and refused the request to make another life. The magic continued to plead for the life to ease the hurt of the Lady, but the darkness was not at all affected by the desire of the magic, only by its own cruel intentions.

The magic became furious with the darkness, and it wove a complex spell of its own that would cast the darkness into the farthest reaches of existence. The darkness was overpowered by the magic, as it had not sensed its impending doom from the attack. And it was cast out.

As the cover of darkness was drawn away, all that it had hidden beneath its cloak began to emerge. There were lands and waters. Tall mountains and deep valleys. Rolling grassy hills and sandy desert plains, with light to cover everything. Life forms of all shapes and sizes roamed the earth, swam in the seas, and winged through the air.

The Lady and the magic were delighted. With the arrival of all the great life that had been denied there was an enormous weight lifted from their shoulders. The Lady then took her own magic, and created a man as her companion.

As the darkness became less and curled in upon itself it saw the happiness of those who’s love it had once longed for and it howled in anger at the unrighteousness of it. Why should the magic and the Lady be happy when the darkness was miserable because of them? Couldn’t they see that they caused suffering through their ignorance?

With the last of its strength, the darkness threw its power at the creations which the magic loved above all. The Lady, and the man.

When their hearts were pierced with the weapons of the darkness The Lady and her companion fell. Not to their deaths, not at that time, for that was not the intention of the darkness; but to the fate of mortality.

The magic was horrified when it discovered that the Lady would be taken away from it forever one day. The darkness had not wanted to take the Lady from the magic in one fell blow, but to delay the pain of the magic as it watched the aging of its favored creation.

The magic took it’s beloved woman, and her man, and laid them down on the Earth below. Their mortality no longer allowed them to live with the magic. And so the magic left them there and retreated to the heavens. But the magic knew that it could no longer stay and watch the Lady, for it would be too great a pain. And so it left for the farthest corner of existence, where it would stay, buried in its sorrows for the rest of eternity, while the children, and children’s, children of the Lady grew.

Dragon Lady: There now. Wasn’t that horrible? Especially that little mini-poem at the end.

Ken: *pats dl encouragingly on shoulder* I’m sure you could have fixed it up just the way you wanted if you’d had more time to work on it.

Dragon Lady: *sighs* We got one night to do this assignment. One! I mean…I need so much more time. How does Mr. Williams expect me to turn out any brilliant story in one night?

Ken: ^^;;; Brilliant?

Dragon Lady: I mean…mine was the only serious story out of the whole class. Most people wrote about magical monkeys creating the universe, and things like that.

Ken: Oh yes, that’s right. He read the stories aloud didn’t he?

Dragon Lady: o.O *wails* Yes! Everyone else’s stories were nice and short and mine took him fifteen minutes to get through! I told him it would be long and confusing and he read it anyway! I felt really dumb after he got done. Even though a few people told me it was really good. ;_;

Ken: *is sympathetic* I’m sorry.

Dragon Lady: *sighs* Oh, well. ^^;;;;

Ken: If you read this, please be considerate and review. Especially if you enjoyed it, because it would be nice of you to let dl know that you did.