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Nameless Ones

The Story of Creation

Back before the creation of humanity, before the creation of the world, there were the eight Nameless Ones. They existed in the nothingness for eons. In the beginning, they had few thoughts. As time passed, they contemplated their existence. What did it mean? Why were they here in the nothingness? Why were they the only things to exist? What was their purpose?

They grew restless and agitated until finally One of them decided to create. They brought light to the nothingness, and it was the answer to all their questions. Inspired, One created the world. Then One filled the crevices and holes, creating oceans and rivers and lakes. One filled the space between the world and the nothing to protect it, a swift flowing barrier of air. One streaked across the land, invigorating everything it touched, sparking life to grow on the barren world. One created night because too much light made the world too warm and darkness was the perfect balance. The last two saw what their siblings had done and wanted to create something that could live and grow and love, so they made bodies and gave them minds and called them people.

However, the people did nothing. They sat there, motionless. The two did not understand. Together, they had created something that should be alive, that should think on their own. Why did they just sit there? Four of them came together to help. One filled their veins with lifeblood. One blew air into their lungs. One warmed the bodies. One gave the spark that should have brought them to life. It was still not enough. The last two sat, and sat, thinking about what they could give. One strengthened the body, fortifying it for the harsh world. The last One, still unsure of what to give, held their breath and waited. Even so, it was not enough. The last One thought and thought and then it came to them. They understood what was missing and deep within the body, nestled in their heart, they left a shadow, a spirit, the thing to give them a sense of self.

All of them hovered over the people and watched, confident they had the missing piece. The humans stirred, taking their first breaths, and opened their eyes. The eight Nameless Ones whirled about the people as they stumbled through their new world, learning how to exist, to survive. It was clear the people could not see the Nameless Ones, but the Nameless Ones could still guide them subtly. Through this way, they helped the humans grow food, hunt, and build homes.

As the humans learned and adapted, it became apparent that they had inherited aspects of the Nameless Ones, an unintended result of their creation that made the Nameless Ones ecstatic. Through these inherited aspects, the Nameless Ones could communicate. The One of fire could talk with the flame keepers. The One of water could talk with the wave makers. The One of wind could talk with the wind weavers. The One of earth could talk with the earth movers. The One of storms could talk to the storm callers. The One of darkness could talk to the shadow walkers. The One of mind could talk to the mind builders. The One of of body could talk to the body menders. In this way, the Nameless Ones taught the humans, and the humans became so much more, expanding across the world.

As the humans built and learned, they became less dependent on the Nameless Ones. This did not bother them. They were perfectly content to watch their creations live their lives. They were proud of what their creations had accomplished and would accomplish. Such is the way of things.

Back before the creation of humanity, before the creation of the world, there were the eight Nameless Ones.

One for the flames that keep us warm.

One for the waves that give us life.

One for the wind that gives us breath.

One for the earth that holds us steady.

One for the storms that light the night.

One for the shadows that keep us safe.

One for the mind that gives us thought.

One for the body that holds our spirit.