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- Mythology Creative Writing: Your own Creation -
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
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The first Creative writing assignment for my new VHS course had me creating a universe. Wasn't too bad....
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Nothing. That’s all there was before humans, before time, before life. A vast universe of empty space; labyrinths of black and a sea of utter darkness. But, hidden within the unknown paradise lived the gods.
Solitary, lazy, and proud, the gods were quite happy with their lives already and felt that the creation of life would only cause burden. The ruler of the gods held the power of creation and his name was Tidus. Tidus was wise among the other ones, and knew about consequences. But, a joyous occasion clouded his senses.
The birth of his first child-a son named Syrath.A party was decided, to honor and celebrate the new god child. The gods all gathered together to contemplate a gift for the child. And so began the beginning of the end as the debate started.
“I know,” one of the gods shouted, “why don’t we give this child our powers. We do not use them, and we will never create life, so we will never need them.”
The gods all looked a Tidus for a sign of approval, and he nodded his head. So one by one, each god gathered their specific power together.
“But what will we put our powers into? We can’t just have them float around.”
“I know.” Mysidia the queen of the gods rose from her seat and took off a bead from her necklace.
“We will all gather our powers into my glass bead.”
Each god took a turn and placed their powers into the bead, until finally it was Tidus’ turn.
“My son,” Tidus began, “I give you my one and only power. You gain the power of life and creation.”T
his gift was a shock to all the other gods because they didn’t want to ability of creation to be given to a child.
But Tidus ignored their disproval saying, “He will not know about the powers that reside in this gift. The only way he will be able to use them is if the bead somehow breaks. We will display the bead for all to see, and keep a barrier around it. Do not fear, Syrath will not grow strong enough to overcome our barrier.”
The wise Tidus had suddenly become The foolish Tidus. However, his mistake would not come to pass yet.
Then came the day Syrath grew to the age of manhood and he finally became curious enough to ask, “Father, Mother why can I not touch that bead? Was it not a present for me? Shouldn’t I be allowed to see it?”
“No my son.” Tidus spoke with a sudden arrogance that was unlike him.
“You are not allowed to touch that bead. Besides, your powers are not strong enough for you to even go near it. You shouldn’t waste your time.”
But Tidus underestimated his son’s abilities and spitefulness. And Syrath went to where the bead was kept. He reached out and grabbed the bead, breaking through the god barrier. When Syrath touched the bead its red hot surface burned his skin and caused him to drop it. He watch as it shattered all over and created the universe. Stars, planets and galaxies were made out of its red hot shards. But the formation of planets wasn’t the only thing to come out of the destroyed bead. The powers of the gods also flew out and created water, earth, emotions, sky, weather, time, death, and all the other things that make up existence except life itself which could only be made by Tidus’s power. Tidus became infuriated with his son.
“As punishment you now must create life. Make humans and animals, and watch and care for them.”
“But father how can I take care of all the humans myself? I do not what that responsibility!”
But Tidus would hear no more, and threw his son out, leaving him to deal with ‘the mess’ by himself. Alone and with a task too big for his own hands, Syrath used his creation powers and made lesser gods to help him rule over all the planets and all that was on them. He granted each lesser god one of the given powers and kept the power of life for himself so no one else would be able to do anymore damage.
Since the power of creation was originally his fathers, Syrath never quite mastered the ability, which resulted in ‘less than perfect’ humans. They carried the flaws that would inevitably ensure their destruction or give reassurance to their life. And so it is now and we must ask ourselves: Will we come to rise above the gods definition of ‘perfection’? Or will we fall due to our own stubborn and selfish ways? The time will come when we will know the answer.
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