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Chapter 11 (v.1) - Ænurin - Part XI - Conclusion

Submitted: December 12, 2006

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Submitted: December 12, 2006




Brandon M. Dennis


And so the universe, the world, the creatures that inhabited it and mankind that depended upon it were all flung into being by the mind of Nurin. Nurin retired from his creative tasks and did not make anything new. But in his mind he had a story, completed from beginning to end, and this story played out within the confines of Time, which Nurin sent spinning at the breaking of the Shard. Mankind was the principal player in this story, and though men were given the power to mold the world around them according to their own designs, the Ultimate Design was Nurin's alone, and he reached into Time whenever he pleased to direct the story towards his perfect conclusion.

Death was not yet known by humanity and men grew numerous in each of their realms. In those early days, mankind knew a joy that was not tainted by the sourness of death, and none have since been happier than they.

The Rostic made great discoveries in the heavens and could predict the rising and setting of Yalis and Halis to the slightest moment. They mapped the paths of the stars and taught the skill to their children so that every Rostic knew exactly where he was at any moment simply by looking at the stars. They could predict storms and fair weather alike, and this talent became of enormous importance to the Peepkin who relied on the Rostic predictions in order to better plant their crops. The Rostic were friendly to all the other races of man, but were particularly close to the Peepkin and the Favish during those days.

The Peepkin were kings of the field and grew such fine produce that they made enormous profits trading with their neighbors. All men except the Glaski traded with the Peepkin on a daily basis, and the roads in and out of the seven provinces were filled with carts loaded with goods going to and fro. They traded more often with the Hress since they were so near to each other and they were great friends with the Rostic. The Trellic they feared and were in awe of due to their acquaintance with the sea, and though the Peepkin had dealings with the Favish, they were a little wary of them.

The Favish mined from the soil urutik, and this metal became prized by mankind for its strength and sheen. The Rostic loved the metal for its ability to be molded into nearly any size and shape, the Hress valued it for making saws and axes for cutting and refining wood, and the Peepkin had tools made out of it for tilling the earth. The special powders of the Favish were of use only to the Peepkin, who coveted them. But of all these things, the Favish were best known for their dako jewels. These precious stones were many in number and each had a particular quality. Some were repelled by the soil and could hover mid-air. Others attracted certain elements, like water, and could absorb them. Some were attracted only to other dako jewels and others responded only to human touch. The kinds and uses of the different dako jewels are too numerous to recount here, but the Favish collected, stored and classified these jewels meticulously. They traded them only to the Rostic who marveled at their usefulness, and who turned them into fantastic gadgets and machines that could perform wondrous things. The dako jewels were fragile, however, and only the Favish knew the secrets to finding them within the hard earth rock.

The Hress were very concerned with how they were perceived by others, and went out of their way to make friends. They sought out the Trellic and were closest to them, providing them with wood for their floating cities, but they considered themselves to be on good standing with everyone. They were the sole provider of wood to the other races for this was their primary resource, and they took great pride in their excellent woodworking and craftsmanship. Indeed, whenever an expert woodworker was needed to build a house or store, a Hressian would arrive very pleased to do the job. When the Hress sought out the Glaski they were at first rebuffed, but due to their persistence the Glaski eventually allowed trade to commence between them. The Hress admired the Glaski and desired to be more like them.

The Trellic, however, were complete opposites of the Hress. They were reclusive and did not venture onto land often, if ever. They were not unfriendly and they allowed guests on a regular basis, but they did not seek out companionship outside of their race. They were closest to the Hress, only because the Hress pursued them, and they genuinely liked the bold, warm assertiveness of the Hress. The Trellic found wonders beneath the waves; creatures too bizarre to be imagined and precious things that never appear on land. These they traded with the Hress who then traded them with the other races, and Trellican jewelry and trinkets were greatly prized. The Favish held the Trellic with contempt, but the Trellic could care less what the Favish thought of them.

The Glaski hated everyone. They were incredibly suspicious and blamed all of their troubles on foreign interference. When the Hress arrived to make friends the Glaski told them to leave and never return. But the Hress did return, for they had a strange fascination with the Glaski. Talitar then thought for a moment. Perhaps he could use the Hress. Maybe his goals could be best achieved if he had at least one ally in the outside world. So Talitar announced to the Glaski that they were allowed to associate with the Hress, and the Hress alone. Minimal trade then formed between the two races, but the Glaski's reluctance to befriend the Hress only added to their allure, and the Hress desired to know everything about the Glaski. Through the Hress, Talitar learned all the rumors of the day and he made a point to keep himself aware of what his siblings were up to.

Glost and Klist remained completely isolated in their small corner of Tlakrin, so much so that Talitar had no idea where they were. They approached no one for they were still in fear of the other races, and they sustained themselves solely on what they found close at hand in the jungle. Little did they realize that it would be their future deeds and those of their children that would shape the destinies of uncounted human lives.

Here ends The Foundations, to be continued by The Histories.

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