"Now children, listen closely, this fable will interest
you forever." The little old man sat in a small, wooden chair, in
front of the children of his small village. "Once there was a
land with a horrid imbalance, where a king lived. His rule had
scarred everyone forever. I, myself was a small child when this
happened. " the children listened closely, as the nature around
them sung its song. "Everyone feared him, and when we were dying
of famine and disease, the Gods appeared. There were six, Jaman,
Tsunama, Paturon, Whinke, Zaejai and Vallahalla. Jaman restored
life across the land. Tsunama restored all the wells and lakes
with clean, drinking water. Paturon made the earth rich again,
and Whinke cleared all smoke and smells of death from the air.
Zaejai made all the cold villagers warm again. Vallahalla cleared
all the dead bodies to the underworld, and dragged the king down
with her. The Gods were worshipped from then unto the present,
and new gods have appeared since then." The man's bony fingers
pointed to the sky and said, "I think they all live high above
the clouds, on the small grey, night-heaven, the bright, small
night-heavens, and the big, bright day-heaven." The children were
astonished by this story, and so did their parents, and their
grandparents. This man had told this story to every child in this
village, for he knew. He knew all about that day, the day the
king was dragged to his fiery death. Some people totally
disregarded his stories of mystic and might, but some
The Gods of Pakastrin, who rule over might, live through their elements. They cannot be seen by the naked eye, or heard by the human ear. They live up, up through the clouds on little heavens you may call moon, sun and stars.
Jaman listens and hears for her subjects, making sure they are always happy. The happiness of the people feeds the Gods, which makes the Gods make the elements, which makes Jamans subjects happy. It is an everlasting circle of joy and balance.
But all balance can be overthrown.
Everything, even the smallest leaf off a tree can upset the balance. All it takes is an unrelated force, like a fight, to make a God refuse to control his element can wipe out all the human kind, but Jaman can also drag the Gods to the underworld where their powers still live on, just not the Gods. Jaman wishes never to do that, for she is a friend to everyone.
"Zaejai, get Solatio to raise the sun"
"No way, Jaman! Solatio sucks like, like freaking Vallahalla."
Jaman had a feeling this would not end well. Zaejai's fiery temper usually got the best of her. Ever since she made Solatio and her break up...
"Zaejai, he lives on the sun with you. Make him get the freaking sun up!"
"I refuse! He stole my fire muffin!"
"I do not care about your muffin." That was why they got divorced, as an example of her quick and short temper. Jaman's warm attitude usually got her what she wanted, since they all knew she could take away half their power. But not with Zaejai. She was as stubborn as a mule.
"Get Solatio up!"
"Fine, you crazy goddess! This is not over!" Zaejai stormed off with fire literally at the tips of her hair. Jaman sighed, and she strode off with her bright golden hair feathered across her shoulders. Her fellow goddesses always insulted Zaejai for being the most high-tempered goddess, but Jaman sat and said nothing of it, for only she knew of Zaejai's horrible pasts.
Jaman had a tiny stroll on the golden sidewalks leading to Vallahalla, just to see if she had done anything new. Jaman knocked on Vallahalla's underground mansion doorway, which was actually sweltering hot. She could hear footsteps leading up to the door, and it creaked open, revealing a dark goddess in a jet black dress looking like it melted across the floor. Blood dripped from the elbow of her dress, as always. She liked to torture the king with elbows, because 'kings hate elbows.' She walked inside and very timidly sat upon a black leather sofa. She could still feel the animal in the leather, which was a large downside to being the god of life.
"So, has anything gone better? Are you acing your powers?" She thought her timid voice probably upset Vallahalla. She has a pretty sharp temper, even sharper than Zaejai. She looked at her pale skin and back up into Jaman's ice blue eyes.
"Everyone still hates me, like always. Everyone loves you, and you just have an easy life, and I don't!" Her voice rose quickly. She did not have a bad past like Zaejai, but being pretty much satan, you get pretty tired of all the stupid complaints from other gods and goddesses. Vallahalla's death powers had pretty much plummeted with her self esteem. Jaman decided that she was in a bad mood by her eyes, which reflected hurt or war, so she excused herself and left. The door slammed hard behind her, and Jaman strode around. She thought about Vallahalla's words.
[Everyone still hates me, like always. Everyone loves you, and you just have an easy life, and I don't!] The words rang in her eardrums and made her feel for the dark goddess. Although Jaman had seen her killing her livestock, and others had reported their work being destroyed, she still felt like Vallahalla was put in a bad situation from the very beginning of their lives. Tears started stinging in Jamans eyes, when she shook them away and strode on, still having all the weight of the other gods on her shoulders.
Her spouse, Zaden hadn't been around in awhile. Her children were very odd goddesses, such as Apreil, goddess of humans, or Lezechia, goddess of cats. They hadn't been anywhere near Jaman since they grew up. It was sad for Jaman. She loved everyone, especially her kids, but the ones she loved most were gone, controlling their elements on Earth. As she was walking and thinking, she accidentally walked right into Whinke, the god with his head always in the clouds. His power resembled his personality very well: Air. His mussed up hair glinted its whiteness like a blanket of fresh snow. His face was pale, even paler than Vallahalla's, but it was refreshed. His face was clear, one of the clearest Jaman had ever seen. His eyes resembled hers, an icy blue, but they had tiny dark blue flecks in them, the kind that could make a girl fall for him at any second, but Jaman was taken.
"I'm so sorry, Jaman, my head was taken by, by an idea." His eyes screamed fear, like the kind that every ones looked like when they looked at Vallahalla. She smiled and helped him up. When her hand touched his, they were cold. Cold like death. "Whinke, are you okay?" Jaman's voice was scared, and she was very scared for him. If the air god died, well, his element would disappear. "Im sorry, I just am scared. I have to go to Vallahalla and somehow refresh her, like, with my air. Somehow I must air her out with the evil. Im afraid she will be angry." Everyone still hates me... The words came suddenly and hit her like a wave. "Please tell her that, that she is loved by others. Please" she sounded winded and she ran to check on other gods.
She ran with her yellow, flowing dress flying behind after her like her shadow. It was almost a miracle her feet didn't get caught on each other and make her go tumbling down. she slowed down to a pace when she calmed down a little bit. she didn't look up to the other stars to have to realize she had reached another star, and not by teleporting. By running. no got (Besides the speed god) has ever run from another star. Maybe thats what happens when people get angry Jaman thought, for she had never gotten angry, just agitated.
"Hey Jaman!" the voice scratchy voice hit her ears like an oncoming blast. Jaman looked down to find a young goddess looking up with her amber eyes, speckles with rainbow sparkles (somehow). Rainbono, tiny goddess of rainbows, was pretty young, but she was mostly short and thats what made her look so tiny, although she was generation three, or the third generation of gods and goddesses from the beginning. "What are you doing, Jaman?" she asked, and Jaman knew that she wasn't trying to be annoying, but the voice still hurt her ears. She tried to remember if Rainbono had any bad vocal injuries from the past. Jaman came up blank, sadly. Jaman used a quick life scan with her powers to see if she was sick. Nothing came up.
"Im doing fine," Jaman lied. "Im just going to go and visit the other gods and goddesses." Rainbono looked up at her with her cute little eyes and said, "Jaman, where is the goddess meeting?" Jaman felt hesitant to say, but she knew that Rainbono had good intentions, and Jaman almost made an unwritten law for her Tito keep an eye on Rainbono at all times.
"Um, its, its in... In the diamond fortress." She was starting to regret saying it, when she knew she wouldn't know the time. Jaman grinned. She strode her royal walk away to her own palace. Her golden sandals clicked on the paved sidewalk, which made her happy. She remembered when she first walked down this road after she ascended into this heaven-like land. Jaman stepped onto her giant staircase that only went up to her door. She had painted realistic clouds on her steps because she remembered feeling them when she first came to the Earth, after Whinke cleared the sky. They were beautiful. Whinke had even bottled one up and gave one to Jaman. Ascending into the clouds was the best feeling ever.
She shook the thought of Whinke. His build and his dreaminess made her heart ache for Zaden. The storm he has been concocting on earth had lasted years and years. She had done many things and written him about these things, but he never returned them. She also wrote to her children, but only Aperil answered, and even she only answered annually. Jaman walked inside, avoiding heart ache by petting her dog, Animapher. This dog looked like a wolf, only with a colorful rainbow streak down his back and on his paws. He purred as Jamans hand stroked his backbone. Her face was wet from tears that dribbled down her face. Animapher buried his head into Jamans lap, almost like he was comforting her. Jaman looked across the room at her tapestries of things she has done. She carefully lifted Animapher from her lap and stood up. She walked over to see the wall of tapestries.
There were hundreds of banners and weavings in that hall. The first one was old and faded, the one she made when she ascended here, the one with a picture of six gods and goddesses, cleaning the land. The next was the first born god in the second generation. Her fingers glided over the seas of them and she came across one. One she remembered making very well. The one that had a small woven picture of Zaden being sent away. Sent to storm across the tiny island with the weather goddess Truda, one of the most beautiful goddesses ever. She had to rip herself away from the tapestries to keep from getting angry, unlike she usually does. She looked at a grand clock in her ballroom and she almost fainted.
[Almost late, almost late,] Her mind chanted as she ran to the square for her meeting with the goddesses. They always relied on her to bring supplies for making new tapestries. She moved fast, as fast as she could, and made it there just in time. A lot of her friends were there, sitting and chatting.
"Oh, Jaman, we were just chatting about Zaejai, she has a really bad temper. Shes also was caught carrying a daisy to her home!" They all giggled except Jaman. Oh no, Jaman blew up.