The Forging of Ilios

The realm of Ilios was created at the dawn of time through the efforts of three wandering divinities. Their power was great, encompassing the stars and all of the limitless space between, but they were growing cold inside and longed to make something beautiful. Drawing from their collective wish, the three worked together to forge the world.

Unda made the ocean, wide and deep, and filled it with mystery. Ager crafted the land of Ffion, pulling it from a seed in the very centre of Ilios and weaving its roots together to make a place above the great sea that was green and bountiful. Ferven forged Koren, heating the ocean bed until it rose as bubbling magma to the surface, expansive and rich with veins from the heart of Ilios.

For thousands of years the three worked, each pouring all their magic into their creation until there was nothing left to do. Their labour had yielded great beauty, but once their own self-congratulation had become stale, they realised they needed others to appreciate their skill.

Ager breathed life into the trees until each had their own spirit, and grew creatures and people from the rich soil of Ffion, so that all would be born with a love for the land she had made them, and patient, enduring souls. Ferven blew heat and magic deep into Koren, scorching the land until it glowed red, and pulling life from the resulting combustion so that each would carry a spark inside of them to light their way in darkness.

Secreted away in the farthest corner of Ilios, Unda pondered her own ideas. She had already created something, long before her two siblings had ever thought to do so. Taking a shining strand of her white hair, she had made a vast, white serpent, who roamed the seas and all its deep beauty. The serpent had shown no interest in coming to the surface, finding great pleasure in the secrets of the wide ocean, cold and serene as the creature herself.

Now jealous of the progress the other two divinities had made with their own creations, Unda tried to coax the beast up so that they might see her. The serpent begged to be left to her cold home, finding comfort and solace in the depths, and so Unda chose to make something new. Something above the sea, so that all would marvel at her skill and greatness.

From the waves of the ocean came the sea foam, bright and playful and already so full of life. Gathering it close, Unda gifted the foam with a spirit for adventure and righteousness, and weaved it together into solid forms from ice so dense it could cut like steel.

When they were finished, they were beautiful and brave, but too late did Unda realise what a mistake had been made. She had created these strong, sharp creatures, but she had not given them a home. Too heavy from the weight of their souls and grand purpose, they could not live in the ocean and began to drown. Distraught as they sank to their doom far beneath the sea, Unda cursed herself and sobbed for their loss.

The white serpent she had first created heard her, and seeing the drowning sea foam, collected them up on her back. Summoning her courage and her love for her creator, the serpent broke the surface and saved them all.

Unda was proud of her great beast, but knew that for her sea foam to thrive she must ask one of the other two divine to help her make land so that they might thrive. The serpent listened and knew that such a thing was beneath her creator, and instead offered herself to home these new creatures. She was so large that they could live between her spines and scales in comfort, and coiling herself, she stayed very still until she fell asleep.

Touched by the creature’s bravery and selflessness, she granted the serpent the peace she missed from the depths of the ocean, encasing her in thick ice to protect her. When Ager and Ferven saw the beauty she had created, they congratulated her as she had hoped, but it was a hollow victory. She swore then that she would never again be swayed by such foolish emotions and instilled the same wish into all of her creations as a tribute to the white serpent who had saved them.

Author Note: This was written especially for Daisy, who has turned fifteen today! Happy birthday, dear!


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