15 December 2025
Here follows the third part of our creation myth, which as I mentioned previously, became the prologue to the book that I had just finished drafting.
13 May 2013
For the interest of my avid readers, we just drafted the climax of Book 7! It won’t be long now before we turn our attention to another project! In the meantime, here is the third part of our myth of creation:
Of the Time Before Creation, Part 3
The text continues in a different hand, and likely a different time; further, there is a gap between the previous text and where this text begins, suggesting that one or more pages might be missing, lost in the interim, or deliberately remove by persons unknown and reasons unknown. Without the missing material, it is not possible to determine which. . . .
The time soon came that Elker and Guengle and their followers could no longer hide their minds, if they ever could, and their discord became open rebellion. A battle was fought in our first home, in which Elker, Guengle, and their followers were driven from our first home. Elker would lead them all, but Guengle refused to accept his leadership, and the second battle of the heavens raged across the empty Void. This second battle differed from the first, in that we simply drove them out of our first home while they tried to annihilate each other. The fires and ice of their conflict filled the Void with flickering lights that are said still to be visible today. When only a handful remained on each side, the futility of their fight was suddenly realized; they collected all that remained and went their separate ways. For an age, there was silence in the Void.
We turned from their battle, and the silence of the Void, and took thought for how we would bring into being the things we had created in the song of our vision. When the age of silence had passed, Great God nodded, and we went into the Void to begin our labors. Each sang the song of his or her aspect, beginning with earth, a low, rumbling song of foundations, followed by the flowing middle harmony of water, culminating with the high, soaring voices of air. In the Void before us coalesced the forces that we sang, but they were three separate spheres of earth, water, and air. We then began the intermingling of these forces by the interweaving of our voices, some earth singing with air, some with water, some alone; some water with air, some water alone, and some air alone. And the mingling of our voices caused the mingling of the forces in their separate masses before us: air raised earth and water to the heights, making mountains and rain; water flowed down the mountains, carving them into new forms, cascading down and mixing with air, pooling to form lakes and oceans whipped into whitecaps by the movement of air. Thus the world of our second home was formed and we contemplated what we had created, ceasing to sing. Mountains stopped growing, water collected into lakes and oceans, and the wind ceased to blow. All was silent. The renewal of our singing restarted the motions on our new world of earth, water, and air, but no blending or alteration in our song altered the motions established or created the new forms we had seen in our vision. Our voices trailed away into silence; we returned after a time to our first home to ask Great God why.
Great God nodded and replied, “Something is missing.”
“What?” we asked.
“Watch,” He said, pointing into the Void where our new world rested.
We turned to observe, and waited, as we had been taught, watching for what might happen.
Elker was the first to notice our work, and the first to try and destroy it. He and his few remaining followers tried to burn our new world, but they were too few and could only melt some mountains, turn some water to steam, and had little effect on air, only warming it, causing it to rise and move. Frustrated in their efforts to destroy our new world, Elker and his followers dove into our new globe, descending to the center and thinking they could destroy it from within, but again, they were too few, only succeeding in melting our new world’s core, their fires setting the new world into motion.
At this point, Guengle discovered our new world, and with her followers, who outnumbered Elker’s by ten to one, also tried to destroy it, lashing it with frost. Although greater in number, they only succeeded in freezing the mountains Elker melted, freezing the steam, turning it to snow and ice and by the cooling of air, caused the frozen water to fall back to the surface. Their attempt to destroy our new world caused the top and bottom of our new world to freeze into polar ice caps, and the interaction of cold with the heat of Elker’s fires which caused our new world to spin, caused our new world to wobble and created seasons of cold and seasons of heat.
And Great God smiled. “Even in their rebellion, Elker and Guengle add to the beauty and wonder of our creation.”
We understood, and new thoughts came to us from our Father. We went to our new world, and with the aid of our Father, we sealed Elker and his followers inside the core of our globe. Elker and his followers raged, but could not leave the prison we had created for them. Again, with Great God’s help, we trapped Guengle and her followers in the polar ice caps, some of them north, but most of them south with Guengle. Guengle and her followers raged, but could not leave the prison in which we encased them.
We watched for an age, contemplating the beauty and motions of our new world. At the end of the age, we remembered other forms we had created in our original song, and Great God nodded; we went down to our new globe again, raising our voices in new, subtle harmonies, and trees sprang up from the surface of our new globe, their varieties as varied as our voices and covering our new world. We continued our song, and plants sprang up beneath the trees, some growing into bushes, some producing flowers, some growing into small trees that produced a multitude of fruits, the trees, plants, shrubs, and flowers as varied as our voices. And Great God smiled; for another age, we contemplated what our voices had brought into being.
From their prisons, Elker and Guengle raged, and their rages rose to the surface, descended from the poles, burning and freezing the trees and plants. And again, their rebellions added to the beauty of our new world, causing some trees in the cold to turn brilliant colors and drop their leaves, carpeting the ground. Other forms of trees grew thick needles to withstand the Guengle’s cold, new forms arising from Guengle’s rebellion. At the equator of our new world, the heat of Elker caused rapid growth, and greater rain; new trees and plants, bearing fruit and flowers, which came from Elker’s rebellion. And Great God smiled; we paused to contemplate our new world for an age, caught in the wonder of so many new forms.
After another age of contemplation, Great God spoke: “You have done well, my children, but there is more you can do.”
New thoughts and new, more subtle harmonies came into our minds; we descended to our new world and began to sing new songs. The intricate weaving of our voices filled the rivers, lakes, and oceans with a multitude of creatures that swam beneath the surface, painted with a myriad of bright colors; our voices filled the skies over our new world with creatures that flew through the air, with pleasant voices that echoed with our songs; our voices covered the dry land with creatures that walked, ran, crawled, and burrowed. As before Elker and Guengle raged from their prisons, and the raging of fire and ice across our world added more creatures to the waters, the air, and the earth, creatures that could survive the cold of the poles and the heat of the equator; and we again marveled at how their rebellious voices added to rather than taking from the beasts, birds, and fishes, offspring of our thoughts and voices. And Great God smiled; we paused again to contemplate our new world for an age, watching the beasts, birds, and fishes multiply and fill our new world with life.
When the age of contemplation passed, Great God spoke: “Again, you have done well, my children, but there is more to do, and it will be our last effort before you enter and dwell in the world we have made.”
New thoughts came into our minds, and we returned, at first separating into our individual aspects. Over the water some sang, over the salty oceans, their melodies and harmonies intricate; new forms emerged, the wedorem were born, creatures of salt water, and some of this group went down into these new creatures, giving them life and thought. A second group of water sang over the lakes and rivers, and new forms were born, the pludorem, creatures of fresh water, and some of this group went down into these creatures, giving them life and thought. Over the earth some sang, their melodies and harmonies intricate; new forms emerged, the themen were born, creatures of earth, and some went down and into these new creatures, giving them life and thought. Over the air some sang, their melodies and harmonies intricate; new forms emerged, the awem, creatures of air, and some of this group went down into these new creatures, giving them life and thought. Those of us who remained sang in combination with other aspects: earth and air combined, creating the awemem, some of each group inhabiting these forms, giving them life and thought. Water and air combined, creating the vedem, some of this group inhabiting these forms, giving them life and thought. Earth and water combined, creating the wethem, our own ancestors, and some of this group inhabited these forms giving them life and thought. The many of us who remained contemplated our work, and Great God smiled, then spoke.
“My children, you will all have your turn to enter these last forms, some sooner, some later.”
While we watched, Elker and Guengle walked among our new creations, our brothers and sisters who had gone down to live in our new world, capturing some of them and warping them with fire and ice. With fire, Elker turned awem into aperum, vedem into wedaterem, and wethem into purem. With ice, Guengle turned themen into ghelem, wedorem into morgle, pludorem into pleugle, and awemem into preusawi, these last failing to survive. Into these warped creatures Elker and Guengle sent their followers, to give them life and thought, instilling them with a hatred for the pure forms. Thus, war was introduced into our new world, and that war has raged ever since, until the chosen of the One come and seal Elker and Guengle into the Void, removing their influence from our world, and giving us peace. . . .
Here the manuscript ends; it is apparent to us that this version of creation lacks many important details, becoming vague at the end and failing to explain the source of many creatures of which we are aware, like the huge variety among the creatures of air, collapsing them all into the aperum–good and evil–making no mention of the many creatures we encountered in the air realm of Shigmar’s tomb. Nor does it give any reason why the corrupted awemem did not survive, although it does name them. We are left with a multitude of questions, in particular the source of creatures like the krugle, megatrem, moroskum, and so forth.
Headmaster Klaybear
Atno 3543
Clyde B. Northrup 
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