Post by lily tomlinson on Mar 26, 2008 17:16:01 GMT -8
I wrote this fanfiction a little while ago, and this is where I stemmed my little plot idea from. It's supposed to be in 'Legend/Storytellling' form.
In magical terms there are four main elements that make up this realm. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, these are the elements of nature. Each one has energy and a spirit of its own. Each has its likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses. The first step in a Hearth-woman's spiritual journey is to get to know these elements. Know them as individuals, feel them, taste them, hear them, and see them everyday. Get to know them for who they are, and learn their personalities well. Most of all respect them like you would your grandmother or grandfather, respect them like you would a pastor or president, they are the rulers and leaders of the natural world. They will come to know you as you come to know them, and will soon become powerful allies.
In the days of the Nightworld's ancestors, all witch-children were taught as such, to revere the powers of old. But as time passed, tradition and respect were soon forgotten. The Nightworld lost it's old ways, and as the new Millenium draws closer, a war has been waged. Chaos comes to the forefront of each world. But the Old Powers are rising, causing the Nightworld to rise, and destruction in the Human World. Too many have believed it was just powers awakened. Soulmates are found, as are new powers within each other. The final darkness draws near, and their worlds are divided in a battle to find the four Wild Powers to either stop, or welcome it. They have all forgotten about the true nature that the Powers arose from.
For the Old Powers were once people. Four who stood above their people, teaching their ways and punishing in kind. They were revered, and ancestors to all of the Night and Day. Two born into the ways of Light, harnessing the powers of Earth and Air. Two to the Dark, relishing their powers of Fire and Water. They were a family, divided and ruling, with kind hearts or dictating hands, until their deaths. They lay dormant, fading into forgotten legends, only to be reborn into four children as their people divided once again. As they grew, their powers rose, disrupting the universe around them, and still they remained forgotten. Four human children, with no knowledge of who they once were, but still holding their elemental powers to the amazement and fear of most.
Four born in the year of the blind Maiden's vision, though not to be mistaken as a power against the final Darkness. Four of the elements; Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Two males, two females, are but family among their powers, enemies among their sides.
As they grow, their powers have become stronger. But to ascend into their full potential is something hidden from them, for it's only their other halves that can bring them out. A soulmate for each, a connection to awaken their past lives and powers. For it is a hope to learn from a past life's mistakes, and their powers are great.
For the Old Power of Earth, can harness all aspects known to her element. She calls upon lightning, upon volcanoes and earthquakes. A great destruction of nature should she so choose. But is a part of the lighter side, and in the Old Days was known most for her restraint and compassion. She was known for gentle healing hands, and the uncanny ability to speak within one's mind. She was all instinct, fighting her battle's with stubborn pride, and holding her morales dear to heart, as close as her brother, and her fellow Old Powers.
Her opposite was but her brother in such a time, born to her kin of power and blood. A disimpassioned man, born of cool intellect and loyalty to none but his kin. He favored the dark, and stealing thoughts from the mind's of his kingdom. He could call upon the winds, create a massacre through tornadoes, or for the more traitorous to his side, he much prefferred the intimacy of stealing the breath from your lungs. But for all his darkness, he held dear, and the most of his love for his Earthy sister.
Once a dear friend of Earth, the old Power of Fire soon fell prey to darkness, the first division amognst her kin. She was all temper and passion, a boiling a heat within veins. Her fire fell into a burning attraction for Air, but his heart rested solely for his sister, and her once dear friend. Her heart grew bitter, and charred by her inner flame, and she took great pleasure in setting loose her fire among her kingdom, among her kin, and emflaming the desires of those around her. She caused great strife, for she ruled with cruelty, and her kills were vicious, the darkest of them all, for Air had no desire to rule, or desire for her. His darkness merely threaded into those who betrayed him, and his beloved sister.
Fire soon became a betrayer of their kin. Earth was broken with her grief, and Air fed into the great rift between fire and them, using his darkness to fight her... But they were evenly matched, and war was so close to being waged.
It was Water who had no choice but to step in. His heart was weak against the malice and pain between his kin. His sister was all but burning in rage and hatred. His best friend a cool wind of fury in the face of what had been done to Earth, and himself. Earth had always taken too much to heart, and she was helpless to heal anything but a physical wound. It was water, led by pure emotion, an empathy that never strays from the light, who tried valiantly to bridge the rift and bring peace to the fueding Powers. He lent on his power to read all emotions, his power to lend his own upon another, but Fire and Air were too strong, and far too gone to help.
In the Old Days, the war began between the four Powers. While their kingdom worshipped and feared, they fought, and tension grew. Fire lost sanity, her composure. Her powers took over, and the kingdom took up in flames. Their people screamed, pleaded for help from their Kings and Queens. But upon the hill, in their temple of reverence, the war continued to rage, unhindered. It was when Earth, caught in the crossfire of a stray burst of fiery power, fell that Air lost any semblance of good left in him. It was his sister's death that broke the neutral surface he'd fought so hard to keep. It was with this righteous anger, and the grief of his loss, that he squared off against his old kin-sister. A great fight that tore apart the kingdom, sweeping the great hand of death across the lands in fire and wind.
Water was the one to sheild the fallen remains of Earth from the destruction, the once shining light upon the four. And as the powers died down around him, he wept, always the one to be led by his heart. He did not need to glance away from death-sleep that shrouded his old friend to know what had finally coallesced. Fire and Air could fight no more, could cause no more destruction in jealousy and grief. For they had been evenly matched, evenly powerful, and they had both weakened. They had fallen to each one's power. Each had won against another, but costing each their lives.
Water took his moment to grieve for his kin, to weep at the bloodshed amongst his family, but it was the screams of his kingdom that had him trudging away from the fallen into the ravished lands of his people. With great sadness, and great duty, his spread his hands outward, summoning the two great bodies of water within his lands, and carefully put out the flames that had ravaged and killed. There was nothing to be done about the destruction already wrought, but for the few Hearth-women and men that lived, the water would be a blessing.
For though their grief was great, they would live on to heal, to produce generations of his people thereafter. But Water's grief knew no bounds, and he was no leader without his family. He was nothing without his family. And so, he soon fell to his own power, a great rushing rave that cover him, his temple, and his fallen kin. They would be remembered, with fear, and awe, but the four Old Powers were no more for the time.
It was Water who prayed, who wished with all his heart, that one day they would be reborn into a world full of peace. And that when the time came, they would be reunited, and there would be no more need to fight amognst their family. That they would learn from their mistakes.
In the days of the Nightworld's ancestors, all witch-children were told such a legend, to remember the powers of old. But as time passed, tradition and respect were soon forgotten. The Nightworld lost it's old ways, and as the new Millenium draws closer, a war has been waged. Chaos comes to the forefront of each world. But the Old Powers are rising, causing the Nightworld to rise, and destruction in the Human World. Too many have believed it was just powers awakened. Soulmates are found, as are new powers within each other. The final darkness draws near, and their worlds are divided in a battle to find the four Wild Powers to either stop, or welcome it. They have all forgotten about the true nature that the Powers arose from.
For the Old Powers were once people, who loved and felt pain just as any other. Four who stood above their people, teaching their ways and punishing in kind. They loved once, they fought. And died for their mistakes. They were once people, just like you and I, a memory long faded into time. But their souls have been reborn, with powers and qualities just the same. But to learn from their past lives, of their mistakes, is a lesson they have yet to succeed at...
In magical terms there are four main elements that make up this realm. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, these are the elements of nature. Each one has energy and a spirit of its own. Each has its likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses. The first step in a Hearth-woman's spiritual journey is to get to know these elements. Know them as individuals, feel them, taste them, hear them, and see them everyday. Get to know them for who they are, and learn their personalities well. Most of all respect them like you would your grandmother or grandfather, respect them like you would a pastor or president, they are the rulers and leaders of the natural world. They will come to know you as you come to know them, and will soon become powerful allies.
In the days of the Nightworld's ancestors, all witch-children were taught as such, to revere the powers of old. But as time passed, tradition and respect were soon forgotten. The Nightworld lost it's old ways, and as the new Millenium draws closer, a war has been waged. Chaos comes to the forefront of each world. But the Old Powers are rising, causing the Nightworld to rise, and destruction in the Human World. Too many have believed it was just powers awakened. Soulmates are found, as are new powers within each other. The final darkness draws near, and their worlds are divided in a battle to find the four Wild Powers to either stop, or welcome it. They have all forgotten about the true nature that the Powers arose from.
For the Old Powers were once people. Four who stood above their people, teaching their ways and punishing in kind. They were revered, and ancestors to all of the Night and Day. Two born into the ways of Light, harnessing the powers of Earth and Air. Two to the Dark, relishing their powers of Fire and Water. They were a family, divided and ruling, with kind hearts or dictating hands, until their deaths. They lay dormant, fading into forgotten legends, only to be reborn into four children as their people divided once again. As they grew, their powers rose, disrupting the universe around them, and still they remained forgotten. Four human children, with no knowledge of who they once were, but still holding their elemental powers to the amazement and fear of most.
Four born in the year of the blind Maiden's vision, though not to be mistaken as a power against the final Darkness. Four of the elements; Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Two males, two females, are but family among their powers, enemies among their sides.
As they grow, their powers have become stronger. But to ascend into their full potential is something hidden from them, for it's only their other halves that can bring them out. A soulmate for each, a connection to awaken their past lives and powers. For it is a hope to learn from a past life's mistakes, and their powers are great.
For the Old Power of Earth, can harness all aspects known to her element. She calls upon lightning, upon volcanoes and earthquakes. A great destruction of nature should she so choose. But is a part of the lighter side, and in the Old Days was known most for her restraint and compassion. She was known for gentle healing hands, and the uncanny ability to speak within one's mind. She was all instinct, fighting her battle's with stubborn pride, and holding her morales dear to heart, as close as her brother, and her fellow Old Powers.
Her opposite was but her brother in such a time, born to her kin of power and blood. A disimpassioned man, born of cool intellect and loyalty to none but his kin. He favored the dark, and stealing thoughts from the mind's of his kingdom. He could call upon the winds, create a massacre through tornadoes, or for the more traitorous to his side, he much prefferred the intimacy of stealing the breath from your lungs. But for all his darkness, he held dear, and the most of his love for his Earthy sister.
Once a dear friend of Earth, the old Power of Fire soon fell prey to darkness, the first division amognst her kin. She was all temper and passion, a boiling a heat within veins. Her fire fell into a burning attraction for Air, but his heart rested solely for his sister, and her once dear friend. Her heart grew bitter, and charred by her inner flame, and she took great pleasure in setting loose her fire among her kingdom, among her kin, and emflaming the desires of those around her. She caused great strife, for she ruled with cruelty, and her kills were vicious, the darkest of them all, for Air had no desire to rule, or desire for her. His darkness merely threaded into those who betrayed him, and his beloved sister.
Fire soon became a betrayer of their kin. Earth was broken with her grief, and Air fed into the great rift between fire and them, using his darkness to fight her... But they were evenly matched, and war was so close to being waged.
It was Water who had no choice but to step in. His heart was weak against the malice and pain between his kin. His sister was all but burning in rage and hatred. His best friend a cool wind of fury in the face of what had been done to Earth, and himself. Earth had always taken too much to heart, and she was helpless to heal anything but a physical wound. It was water, led by pure emotion, an empathy that never strays from the light, who tried valiantly to bridge the rift and bring peace to the fueding Powers. He lent on his power to read all emotions, his power to lend his own upon another, but Fire and Air were too strong, and far too gone to help.
In the Old Days, the war began between the four Powers. While their kingdom worshipped and feared, they fought, and tension grew. Fire lost sanity, her composure. Her powers took over, and the kingdom took up in flames. Their people screamed, pleaded for help from their Kings and Queens. But upon the hill, in their temple of reverence, the war continued to rage, unhindered. It was when Earth, caught in the crossfire of a stray burst of fiery power, fell that Air lost any semblance of good left in him. It was his sister's death that broke the neutral surface he'd fought so hard to keep. It was with this righteous anger, and the grief of his loss, that he squared off against his old kin-sister. A great fight that tore apart the kingdom, sweeping the great hand of death across the lands in fire and wind.
Water was the one to sheild the fallen remains of Earth from the destruction, the once shining light upon the four. And as the powers died down around him, he wept, always the one to be led by his heart. He did not need to glance away from death-sleep that shrouded his old friend to know what had finally coallesced. Fire and Air could fight no more, could cause no more destruction in jealousy and grief. For they had been evenly matched, evenly powerful, and they had both weakened. They had fallen to each one's power. Each had won against another, but costing each their lives.
Water took his moment to grieve for his kin, to weep at the bloodshed amongst his family, but it was the screams of his kingdom that had him trudging away from the fallen into the ravished lands of his people. With great sadness, and great duty, his spread his hands outward, summoning the two great bodies of water within his lands, and carefully put out the flames that had ravaged and killed. There was nothing to be done about the destruction already wrought, but for the few Hearth-women and men that lived, the water would be a blessing.
For though their grief was great, they would live on to heal, to produce generations of his people thereafter. But Water's grief knew no bounds, and he was no leader without his family. He was nothing without his family. And so, he soon fell to his own power, a great rushing rave that cover him, his temple, and his fallen kin. They would be remembered, with fear, and awe, but the four Old Powers were no more for the time.
It was Water who prayed, who wished with all his heart, that one day they would be reborn into a world full of peace. And that when the time came, they would be reunited, and there would be no more need to fight amognst their family. That they would learn from their mistakes.
In the days of the Nightworld's ancestors, all witch-children were told such a legend, to remember the powers of old. But as time passed, tradition and respect were soon forgotten. The Nightworld lost it's old ways, and as the new Millenium draws closer, a war has been waged. Chaos comes to the forefront of each world. But the Old Powers are rising, causing the Nightworld to rise, and destruction in the Human World. Too many have believed it was just powers awakened. Soulmates are found, as are new powers within each other. The final darkness draws near, and their worlds are divided in a battle to find the four Wild Powers to either stop, or welcome it. They have all forgotten about the true nature that the Powers arose from.
For the Old Powers were once people, who loved and felt pain just as any other. Four who stood above their people, teaching their ways and punishing in kind. They loved once, they fought. And died for their mistakes. They were once people, just like you and I, a memory long faded into time. But their souls have been reborn, with powers and qualities just the same. But to learn from their past lives, of their mistakes, is a lesson they have yet to succeed at...
