[centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/vbnnTUq.png[/img] [color=ec008c]Might: 10 Free Point: 1 [h3]"The Muse and The Bird"[/h3] [/color] [hider=Summary] ♦ Thanks to Jvan Ilunabar remembers she must remain distant when it comes to tragedy ♦ ♦ There is a timeskip in which she does some art ♦ ♦ She made giant drums and lured Ashlings and White Giants to play them ♦ ♦ Thanks to that she invented checkers but found it boring ♦ ♦ Flashback to when Ilunabar created Raka, The Real of Dreams (-1 Might) ♦ ♦ Things don't go very well and she blames animals ♦ ♦ Then a bird shows up and sings the song she played for Slough ♦ ♦ This motivates Ilunabar to explore The Deepwoods where finds thorns ♦ ♦ Roses are born from the thorns, and a White Rose is turned into an avatar called Meimu (-1 Might, -1FP) ♦ Will Ilunabar set up her tower of dreams? Discover on the next episode of Divinus 3: "The Dream Tower" [/hider][/centre] The words of Jvan echoed through Ilunabar as if her whole being was being crushed by stones. The last time she felt like that was when Toun gave orders to her, but she saw no major dubious intent from her sister. The fault was on her, the fault was on the empathy she felt, she could perhaps even sympathize with her sister, but never empathize. All gods were equal actors in the cosmic play directed by Fate, but Ilunabar performed the part of a writer, and no good storyteller would stop describing a Tragedy because she felt sorry for the characters. [color=ec008c]“I see sister, I apparently lost my sight for a moment. I regret that you had to remind me and I vow that you will never have to repeat such words”[/color] Not too long after that the moonfall started to happen. Another thing a good storyteller would never do is to let such distasteful developments happen. As much as seeing the face of a confused Zephyrion was a peculiar wonder, letting the song of life end on its first chords was a stupidity. [color=ec008c]“I have no means to stop the moon, but I can guard Slough”[/color] she explained, already floating away from the Citadel, it would mean bringing Raka into play a little too early but what could be done? The opening of The Gap and the “swallowing” of the moon terminated the small heroic moment of Ilunabar. “[color=ec008c]Deus ex Machina huh? I wonder if Vestec knew he would force such contrived device to come into into play.”[/color] she thought [color=ec008c]“Probably not, at least not in this scale, but that makes it even better”[/color] After this event time went by fast, there wasn’t much to do, at least not right now. Ilunabar watched as Zephyrion constructed the project she and Jvan had designed, life started to become plentiful, giving the muse resources to weave into curtains and tapestries and sights to immortalize (for a little while) on the canvas. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ BUM BUM BRUMBLE BUM BRUMBLE BUM BUM A loud rhythm rumbled through a stretch of land between The Nice Valley and The Changing Plains. On one side White Giants were punching furiously giant drums made from Redwood Logs and Brush Beast Hide with Jvan’s algae as decoration . On the other side, Ashlings of the Giant type were beating their own drums, instead of algae this one had simple flowers inside them and the hide had been tanned by the white barks from the trees created by Niciel. In the middle the few creatures who didn’t find a drum to beat were fighting each other in a metaphorically bloody spectacle. The maestro of this violent symphony was sitting in a distant tree, lazily watching as her plan unfolded in expected ways. [color=ec008c]“Yawn, it took me such a long time to set this up and so far the results are underwhelming. The creatures have no rhythm, their sound is not inspiring, and even the battle, despite being a surprise, is far too slow to be exciting”[/color] said Ilunabar as she gazed over her little project. The duality and nuances between order and chaos was what she wanted to test there, but so far all it did was to show how the corrupted thing and the original were similar. [color=ec008c]“So far the only difference between the two fields is that one side is made by black ash and the other by white porcelain”[/color] as she finished she had a sudden realization. [color=ec008c]“Wait…”[/color] she said, still forming the idea. [color=f49ac2]“WAIT”[/color] she said, as a sudden sparkle formed on her mind. Instantly she moved away from the fields, leaving the rumbling drums and the disappointing experiment behind. On her way to the Celestial Citadel she gathered marble and obsidiana and for the next few hours she would sculpt those stones until finally the project was complete…. [color=ec008c]“Another achievement if I had to say”[/color] she said looking to the creation, on a checkered board of wood a few small sculptures of the giants stood, on one side they were made from white marble, on the other they were made from the dark purple obsidiana. The muse’s content smile soon evaporated, she liked sculpting and creating trinkets like these, but her bigger project, the Raka, the dreams, weren’t going to anywhere, of course, with no intelligent creatures in sight there was no rush. [color=ec008c]“Animals are dumb after all, what can a monkey dream? What can an ant dream? What can arborgators dream?”[/color] Her distaste for simple beasts started a while ago, just a few eras after the “moon fall” ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ [color=ec008c]“Come, Dreamweaver!”[/color] The Muse had a confident smile. Finally she had theorized most of the things she needed to make dreams flow freely through the universe, soon the dormant potential would awake as the creatures went to sleep. Despite the fact such thing existed since the start of the universe the flow had yet to be set. Ilunabar started to play a melody, it was a unchangeable cyclic song, a perfect phonetic palindrome. The notes silently resonated across the universe and then they echoed back to its origin. The reverberation bloomed when it met the Dreamweaver again, and a new plane was created. [b]Raka, The Realm of Dreams.[/b] Arriving in her own plane soon after its creation the muse expected it to be an empty land, a chamber yet to be filled with sound. For her surprise there was already a flow in there, little swirls of color were all around her, sometimes those swirls mixed together forming little crystals. The Muse smiled brightly like she never did ever before. But there was work to do, she needed to know how dreams worked, how feelings transformed them. The most simple way of doing that was “diving” into them by having her being transformed into a flow of energy that mirrored the patterns of dreams. And so she did, disappearing in the swirls and crystals being formed. ýv•@t Ó┼sÏ¢ ¾v=┼. gpuV« ÝoÞ=e _,>q¾ _mÌ>© Þ▓k=╦ x* õ• æß┼¤± zYd*a ø▀t_h ┼▀ÌϨ Óòø░ø ©TýI need to build a nest, nest, nesty >•&ib ÏeY§ò WEvýj yßwq( Vgò▒q Ó y%k± ¤Þ*k¾ Z@qvv z¶Ó.¢ .m┼ho ╬•Y▓b ÌW¶§Ì ©wQßõ I’m so hungry so hungry▒h"¥ø m»>+x æ_s», gr'p▒ oib¢h ▀q╬¢Ì ╦yu'Q $T,ææ ¾Yx-‗ gt-¢& ð@i#i %p'i▒ QÏV¾Q $zcmc a-loÓ «Ó«cg wrbVY r•▓æ╦Did you think you could escape me? I’m the greatest detective in Lond<%øRÏ a'#ÝW .jqõ¢ ░j(s@ ¢z=w- m‗qò» $c«xE e#g┼õ x&▀)▒ Þ@.a┼ òõ"$æ ÌÏÌ Ilunabar violently snapped back to her original human form. “[color=ec008c]What is this!?”[/color] she felt, thinking about the flow of things she had just witnessed. It was not good at all, at all! It was a mess, a polluted mix of many emotions following randomly created logic. She did caught glimpses of discernable things, like a creature dreaming of a chase, or food, or shelter. But it was not enough to salvage it. She couldn’t see anything in her method that lead to the failure, she couldn’t accept it, so she shifted the blame. [color=ec008c]“Beasts, what dumb things. What can they dream about? Such simple creatures. All worthless. I’m a fool, I gave my holy efforts to dogs, I cast my pearls to pigs, all they do is to trample over them”[/color] And so the muse decided to wait until things had evolved to a level worthy of her inspiration. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Now she was already tired of the damn thing, she was not a strategist or a schemer, all she could think about was that the black and white pieces moved forward. “[color=ec008c]Tsc”[/color] she said, feeling bored again. She had no immediate plans again, maybe she would mess with Ashlings a bit more, though that required far too much planning. [color=ec008c]“I will just go to the balcony and watch the sky”[/color] She sat on one of the crystalline chairs she and Teknall had designed one time and started to look at the now greener Galbar and its mountains, valleys, plateaus and rivers… Then suddenly she heard an odd sound, when she looked to her side she saw that an odd creature had just flown into the Celestial Citadel. It was grey with a few hints of colors and it moved by doing small skips. Its head looked around turning in sudden movements, as if it was a clockwork machine. [color=ec008c]“How did you even get here?”[/color] the creature stared at her with its little round black eyes. *Chirp* The muse tilted her head at the response she got, the thing was cute, very cute actually. [color=ec008c]“It's not like I hate animals, they just can’t appreciate my work”[/color] she thought. *Chirp* *Tweet* *Chirp* *Tweeeet* [color=ec008c]“Wait…”[/color] Was that a song? How could it be? Had she gone mad for good? Had she bumped into Vestec without noticing? The little feathered animal continued to sing the song, slowly a memory from long ago returned to Ilunabar’s mind. It was from before this universe was created, in a time with no space and no sound, yet the harp still played the song as the musician composed the very first tune and the very first dream for a simple doe. [color=ec008c]“How do you know this?”[/color] she asked, but all that it did was to make the bird fly away back to the green forests of Galbar. [color=ec008c]“I’m baffled. How could I have forgotten this?”[/color] and it had been just a few billions of years! How insensible of her. [color=ec008c]“I have surrounded myself with dead stone, dead fibers and dead paint, no wonder I forgot the value of life. The animals are not to be blamed for my problems with dreams”[/color] but that raised a higher question, what was the problem? The question would make Ilunabar perplexed for the next few days. She started to seek inspiration around Galbar until she finally reached The Deepwoods. She had already strolled through the wilderness a good many times, but perhaps she had missed something? Maybe there was a primordial inspiration that she was oblivious to? After a long journey she realized the answer. [color=ec008c]“Probably not”[/color]. There was a lot of beauty she had ignored on these lands, but nothing there gave her any insight on how to solve the problem. A while later, as she was walking toward the edge of The Deepwoods, she noticed a line of thorns. What odd thing those plants were, Slough was probably in a lot of pain when her life created such violent plants. In the middle of those thorns there was a little budding flower. [color=ec008c]“Your beauty will never bloom here, I will take you to a better area where you can grow free from these terrible things”[/color] said the muse. However as she touched the flower and looked closer she saw that the flower was not surrounded by thorns, it was part of the thorns. With her touch, the plant was filled with vitality and color, the whole line of thorns started to bloom with delicate flowers in intense colors of Red, Orange, Yellow, Purple and Pink. Gentle green leaves started to grow until they finally had hidden the thorns and turned it all in a lively green bush. [color=ec008c]“Huh, who would have guessed? You are part of this too, your beauty and the thorns are one and the same”[/color] she said to the first Rose she had touched, this one had bloomed in an unique White color. [color=ec008c]“I sorry if this is too much to ask, but I still want to take you with me”[/color] And so she did, gently picking the white rose and holding it on her hand. Then her soft touch turned into a tight grip, the thorns piercing the goddess’s skin. Finally, she released them, letting the flower fall to the ground. A swirl of white petals formed as the flower disintegrated, then inside it Ilunabar’s energy started to form a vortex. Finally the spinning light and petals started to fuse and take a form. [color=ec008c]“A long time ago a bird taught me an important lesson. I never had the chance to say thank you to it”[/color] She told to the forming person. The mind of this newborn being was Ilunabar’s, she knew every detail and she controlled every thought. However The Muse was the goddess of Story, and what good storyteller didn’t know how to create detailed and almost independent characters from inside their own mind? [color=ec008c]“I learned a bit today and I look forward to learn more”[/color] That, after all, is why we invented fiction. How many lessons were learned through imaginary characters? [color=ec008c]“So I would like you to teach me, stay on this forest, learn new things, listen the song of nature, but most importantly, take care of the flowers, help them bloom and spread, all of them, the colorful, the fragrant, the thorny, the poisonous”[/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/LitgPSi.jpg[/img] [color=7ea7d8]“I will ensure that beauty will bloom”[/color] Said Meimu [color=ec008c]“My silly little bird, beauty always bloom”[/color] ---------- 1 Might spent to create Raka 1 Might spent to create the avatar Meimu 1 Free Poiint spent to make Roses bloom 8 Might left