In the center of a village sat an old man smoking a pipe looking at a blazing fire. Four boys where walking together through the village. They saw the old man and then walked over to him and sat on bench on the other side of the fire.
“Hello.” said the old man.
“Hello.” replied the boys in unison. The boys knew the old man was a storyteller. For a second the old man looked puzzled and then smiled.
“A night like this and a fire like this makes me remember a certain tale.”
“Which one?” asked a boy with black hair.
“Creation.” replied the old man. The boys looked unblinkingly at the old man.
“Before you and I the world was nothing but darkness.” the old man began. “But one part of the world was light. It was the Island of the Seasons.” he stopped and smoked his pipe, “the Seasons were the first gods. There were four of them Summer, Spring, Winter, and Autumn. Our seasons are named after the Seasons.” he paused again to smoke his pipe.
“Summer was the god of strength and sky. Spring was the goddess of love and life. Winter was the god of death. Autumn was the Goddess of change. Summer of Spring lived on the eastern side of the Island of the Seasons. Winter and Autumn lived on the western side. Autumn and Spring where sisters and Winter and Summer where brothers. Winter and Autumn where married and Summer and Spring where also married.” The old man once again smoked his pipe and took out some food he had in a pouch next to him and ate a piece of ham and a took a bite of an apple and continued his story. “Autumn had one son and one daughter with Winter and Spring had one son and on daughter with Summer. The children of Winter where Eval and Equinox. The children of Summer where Cyrus and Amazon.” Again the old man smoked his pipe. “Eval shared his fathers compassion for destruction. And both gods began to create an army of destruction. They made the minotaurs the perfect soldiers. Ashamed of her husband and son Autumn fled with her daughter to the eastern side of the island to seek shelter with Spring and summer. Equinox and Autumn where stunned to see that Summer and Cyrus have also been building an army. They created and army of light its soldiers where the elves. A war between the gods broke out. Leading the army of light was the god of war and wisdom was Cyrus. Leading the army of destruction was the god of destruction and plague was Eval.” The old man took a bite of his apple. “The two armies met and the fight was fierce. Summer told his most precious creations the elves that there was a new land for them to live. The land was called Mythics. Heartbroken Spring and Autumn cried from their tears came an ocean. The elves made boats and sailed across the sea of tears to Mythics once the elves separated. Some went to the forests and some went to the mountains and some to the places in between. The elves in the forest stood the same. The elves in the mountains shrunk and became dwarves. The ones in the between became men. This is how things came to be.” The boys looked at the old man they knew the story was over for the old man put his head down and fell asleep.
“Hello.” said the old man.
“Hello.” replied the boys in unison. The boys knew the old man was a storyteller. For a second the old man looked puzzled and then smiled.
“A night like this and a fire like this makes me remember a certain tale.”
“Which one?” asked a boy with black hair.
“Creation.” replied the old man. The boys looked unblinkingly at the old man.
“Before you and I the world was nothing but darkness.” the old man began. “But one part of the world was light. It was the Island of the Seasons.” he stopped and smoked his pipe, “the Seasons were the first gods. There were four of them Summer, Spring, Winter, and Autumn. Our seasons are named after the Seasons.” he paused again to smoke his pipe.
“Summer was the god of strength and sky. Spring was the goddess of love and life. Winter was the god of death. Autumn was the Goddess of change. Summer of Spring lived on the eastern side of the Island of the Seasons. Winter and Autumn lived on the western side. Autumn and Spring where sisters and Winter and Summer where brothers. Winter and Autumn where married and Summer and Spring where also married.” The old man once again smoked his pipe and took out some food he had in a pouch next to him and ate a piece of ham and a took a bite of an apple and continued his story. “Autumn had one son and one daughter with Winter and Spring had one son and on daughter with Summer. The children of Winter where Eval and Equinox. The children of Summer where Cyrus and Amazon.” Again the old man smoked his pipe. “Eval shared his fathers compassion for destruction. And both gods began to create an army of destruction. They made the minotaurs the perfect soldiers. Ashamed of her husband and son Autumn fled with her daughter to the eastern side of the island to seek shelter with Spring and summer. Equinox and Autumn where stunned to see that Summer and Cyrus have also been building an army. They created and army of light its soldiers where the elves. A war between the gods broke out. Leading the army of light was the god of war and wisdom was Cyrus. Leading the army of destruction was the god of destruction and plague was Eval.” The old man took a bite of his apple. “The two armies met and the fight was fierce. Summer told his most precious creations the elves that there was a new land for them to live. The land was called Mythics. Heartbroken Spring and Autumn cried from their tears came an ocean. The elves made boats and sailed across the sea of tears to Mythics once the elves separated. Some went to the forests and some went to the mountains and some to the places in between. The elves in the forest stood the same. The elves in the mountains shrunk and became dwarves. The ones in the between became men. This is how things came to be.” The boys looked at the old man they knew the story was over for the old man put his head down and fell asleep.
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