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Chapter 6

I have now overcome myself, realizing that my tears came not from emotion alone, but from the mental augmentation I have received from Helix. Helix. I will refer to the daughter of Sanshi as Helix, for just as the language of mortals dwindles Those Above names’ down to their parts, so will I, for I fear my ink supply is also dwindling. I will resume:
For a moment, watching this thing of pure beauty crumple and shed tears before me was excruciating torture; watching those unnaturally blue eyes sparkle. Her eyes were bluer than the tropical ocean, loftier than the deepest sky, and icier than the Glaciers of the Northern Keep. The blackness within them was more lost than the abyss, farther than the spaces between the stars, and more seductive than any mortal man could possibly imagine. I could stare into her eyes for ever, if not for being so moved by them.
One tear drop from her landed on the Demonrock whetstone, which then sizzled and burned. At this, she looked up at me, and it appeared as though all tears were gone, had never happened. Did I imagine that? She gathered her sword and placed it behined her. She has no sheath. Helix said:
“Ariadni, as you called her, mother of the Selemandairi, was full of envy and wrath because I was the first born of pure happening, the way The Mother intended for it to be. Ariadni bears the stench of Gainahtharrinisidious, and because of his forceful procreation, she bore the Selemandairi, the imperfect children of the unclean will of The Father. She was jealous that she, being most like The Mother, did not, nor could ever, bear perfect Children of Children. And so, with her power of The Mothers, the power of great force and binding with seals, she forged a seal comparable to that of Gainahtharrinisidious. Her seal she placed on me was great, but not as great as The Father’s, but far more powerful than the binds holding Xophaltez apart from Thyinairinn, even Alphairria. This seal happened after what you may consider a great expanse of time, mortal.
The Selemandairi are imperfect, but not like you, mortal Chiel. They were quite like us, save for their will, their lifespan, and their blood. You are an ancient offshoot of them, so ancient, that your lifespan is merely a tenth of what the Selemandairi maintained. Thyinairinn was made for your ancient ancestors as a place like Alphairria, where water runs clearly and wild grasses produce fruit.
But the will of The Father was in them, in the Selemandairi, because of Gainahtharrinisidious, and your world grew corrupt, your plants produced thistles, and your animals, fangs. The Mother’s design did not harbor these original traits, for she designed Thyinairinn in Alphairria’s respect. Sorrow plagued The Mother, and those above mourned at the bloodshed and suffering of our sister Realm, and so the Mother placed upon her Children that still resided in Alphairria the task of maintaining it, of keeping in control the insipid will of The Father that lingered like decay.
Upon my mother, Sanshiyhatyarres-Alellendenarres-Finditeismicalleandeas-Nmamorandastolophloian, she gave watch over The Mother’s A’mnilia, whom now were hunted for their sustenance and struck out at the Selemandairi. The Mother’s A’mnilia bore resemblance to some of Her children themselves, for all that comes from The Mother was to remind her offspring of Her.
Upon my father, Alphadeusmata-Toulindas, she placed the strength of mortals, for the will of The Father stained muscles and poisoned bodies, much like your arm, Chiel. Upon Alphadeus, she assigned the task of never letting the infighting caused by the Will of The Father to bring about the extinction of the Selemandari; my father governs war.
Upon my sealer, Ariadniattes-Sellophloytusmous-Rhetfeliosmosede-Kanerkesserenes, was placed the governing of the sky, for when the heat began to blaze and the cold began to kill, these things were of The Father’s will. She placed upon my sealer a means to outlet her wrath; for the storms were at her command.
Upon Darlanuss-Krotegre, she placed the governing of the land, for the soil of Thyinairinn quaked with fear of The Father’s will, and the blood of the Selemandairi smote the ground.
Upon Itesicies-Amarinailie-Seceiurleananno-Procondius, she placed the protection of the procreation of the Selemandairi, the greatest matter of the burdens of the Eleven, as you called them. For the Father’s power of procreation would attempt to contaminate the Selemandairi’s procreation though the stench of The Father, and the way the Selemandairi procreate is most like The Mothers.
Upon Mandarrolarianius, she burdened the plants of Thyinairinn with not becoming to ungainly because of the stench, and keeping the A’mnilia from destroying eachother, for the evil will crept even unto them.
Upon Alacandis-Sairinithis, who sympathized at first with the nine of The Father, she stripped of him his pure form, and made of him the likeness of a dragon, the first A’mnilia of Her construct. I see your eyes widen, Chiel, but it was not of the dragons of Thyinairinn, but of Alphairria, a kind of dragon you have never seen. She placed upon him the control over the sum of the calamities caused by extension of the evil will, and fire, which is most like The Father. Alacandis-Sairinithis bears a terrible wait, much like Itesicies-Amarinailie-Seceiurleananno-Procondius.
Upon Arayindanastelliana-Yhatadrianeas-Kallandousious, she placed the control of the evil stench residing within the Selemandairi.
Upon Alandindaotoureth, she placed the governing of the Selemandairi mind, for the ill remnants of The Father’s favoritism seeps into such places. And with him, she placed the task of keeping the mortals aware of our presence.
Upon Calaridinaas-Moulucentoan, she appointed the burden of maintaining the will of The Mother in Thyinairinn, for just as the evil will strengthens and weakens, so does the pure will.
Upon Nadarin was placed a special task, a task governing the balance between all of the realms The Mother had created. Mine and Gainahtharrinisidious seals are different from the sealing of a plane; of ours he has no say.
When the planes were created and the seals realized, the great voids and chasms between the planes filled with the evil will, for The Father’s will seeks out dark places.
Upon Nadarin was set the burden of maintaining these places, of balancing the separate realms. At the start, it was found that the evil stench could not be completely eradicated, for that was Nadarins original task. The Father is too powerful, and so only a minimum balance of pure and evil is maintained.
Thyinairinn, your home realm, was of special import, for because inside of it resided most of the pure and evil will at the same time, coexisting only because of the efforts of the so called “Eleven Above”. Your brow furrows, Chiel. Ah, I see. It is a question of The Mother: I will tell you this in answer. The Mother needs her Children to maintain all of these things because The Mother herself maintains The Father and the seals themselves, and us ourselves. It is why I am here, for if The Mother breaks her concentration to rescue me, we will all surely die.
I continue: And so Nadarin crafted a special will, a will of his own to maintain the balance surrounding the sealing chasms of Thyinairinn. The Mother saw that this was necessary and so it is called G’yckma. The G’yckma’s primary purpose was to aid Nadarin in maintaining the balance, but it had unintended results. It seeped into Thyinairinn itself, just as the Selemandairi’s lingering stench of The Father corrupted the plants and . The G’yckma will manifested itself with the Selemandairi themselves, giving them powers likened to Nadarin’s himself, powers of The Eleven Above and therefore of The Mother. It began to manifest in everything in your realm, for your realm consists of a near perfect balance that begins to tilt. Trees, A’mnilia, grasses, crops, water, blood, metal, wind. Everything. It took hold stronger in some creations then others, forming entirely new A’mnilia and Selemandairi out of former ones. Nadarin himself showed this to The Mother, and they were called Selementaili, beings that had strong influence with the G’yckma will.
We watched in sorrow as great mortal time passed, and only we could do so much, as to not upset the balance. For if we intervened too much, or if Nadarin himself tried to eradicate completely the evil will from the chasms, the evil will would compensate, leaking into Thyinairinn and even filling more of other chasms!
The Eleven Above watched and did what they could over a great period of mortal time, maintaining the balance as much as they could by upholding their tasks as appointed by The Mother. But over time it all built up, up to a point where certain Selementaili lorded the G’yckma will over the vast majority of Selemandairi. Not long after, several powerful Selemantaili all began to want more power, more control. They felt that they could rule better than the kings and queens of their lands, and so, they rose up and slaughtered them. They then turned on each other, for favoritism is of The Father and is a corrupting force. The war that ensued was cataclysmic. The land itself was changed and scarred. Whole mountains were leveled, while new ones were raised up. And this is how it was for a millennia in mortal years.
We feared the worse, and alas, due to my banishment, I could not join in the effort to stop it. I have sensed it. It was not long ago now, that the mortals became so powerful as to forge their own sealing, a sealing in which was sealed the G’yckma of Nadarin himself. I mourn and weep for Thyninairinn, for I know what is happening. The balance is tilting far to one side, and will do so, I fear, until its complete oblivion. If not for the curse of Gainahtharrinisidious, I fear that the M’rachtachtken would already fully inhabit your realm. It is how you are here, no? A great and ancient force brought you here, Chiel.
When a mortal dies, their souls become of the will, a will in which most resembles the thing of its affinity. Pure willed souls, souls that tilted past the balance towards The Mother, become apart of the Mother, and enjoy an everlasting eternity with her. Evil souls, of the stench of The Father, seek out dark places. Most seek to join The Father, but are rejected, for the sealing of The Mother’s was great. They return here, where they are twisted and bent by the followers of Gainahtharrinisidious, the eight of The Father. Of them they are well known, for their will is great, and becoming the greater. The mortals knew them even in the time before my banishment, and of their full names I will not speak, for within names is the power of The Father: Maldis,Truncarr, Samask, Graindianeth,Beraneathan, Llarth, Stlomemor, and Zxypher. Upon them, the absence of The Father left them great deformations, of which they used for power to exert upon Thyninairinn. I fear that in time, a M’rachkenta itself may enter your realm.
I earnestly pray that Nadarin, overseer of the balance, will overcome this great obstacle with the will of The Mother. For if not, the will of his G’yckma will surely wither and dwindle and the seals themselves will become as glass, and the destruction of your realm as well as mine will come about. For because of this, the sealing of the G’yckma in your realm, there will come a time when The Father himself may muster the strength needed from his overpowering balance to break free.”
And when she finished, I stood shocked and awed that I now knew more than any other mortal man could dream of, more than the brilliant scholars, more than the user of magycks, which is actually G’yckma. I alone have knowledge that is of utmost importance and must be spread. At that moment, I decided I had to recount my every step, my every struggle. I must record everything that has happened to me, for in my hands is a book that could save all of creation. I, Chiel, am The Realms only hope for survival.