[Yesterday and Tomorrow: A Khati Bedtime Story] (35 Rating) Tags: copper, Zircon, Destiny, Nefer’khat
A book in the Great Archive that purports to collect stories from other cultures has what appears to be the transcription of a bedtime story to children in the fabled land of Nefer’khat:
My children, you must not speak too harshly of those who are not of the Blood. True, they lack the wisdom and strength of the Primordia that flows from mother to daughter, but they are capable of many great things. Attend me, children.
Once, long ago, the twin sisters of Dream and Nightmare created all that is, was, and ever shall be. Nightmare was satisfied, for her stories whispered into every heart, but Dream was troubled, for the peoples of the world were not truly free. It was mighty Wolf who counseled Dream on what she must do, and Destiny itself was slain.
Every child learns of the power of songs. All children are forbidden from heeding the songs of the Deep, for you know that they ring with madness and doom. They were not always thus, for the sweet singers were driven mad by the death of Destiny, and their songs splintered a thousand thousand times with visions of what Never Was and what Never Should Be. But not all, for one alone kept her mind.
We call her Oracle, for she sees all. The greatest servant of Destiny visited her. He lamented, “Sweet Oracle, have you seen what they have done to my father?” She did not weep for Destiny, but Oracle was as clever as He Who Waits was terrible, and echoed the woe of her sisters for him. “You must sing to your sisters and prepare them. They must silence the songs of Wolf, who sings to Destiny in his sleep, and I will travel to a day before the First Choice, to undo the choice that has been made. The First Choice will never be, Destiny will live again, and all will once again be set right upon the Path.”
At this, Oracle was sore afraid, for she knew that he could do such a thing. But Oracle was very clever, and saw what she must do. She went to the very dawn of days, when the sisters were crafting the world. She saw the birth of Destiny and his terrible servants, and saw when the sisters gave gifts to all their children. She saw herself and her sisters as they were given the crown of Songs, that they might sing of all that would always be. She saw her cousins of the sky, as they were given wings, and a crown of Breath through which they could speak of what Now should be. She stole one of the crowns that was to be given to He Who Waits, the crown of Time. She left a small thing in its place, so that he would not know what had been stolen, and traveled far away.
She walked for a long time, looking for what she knew she must find, walking through many tomorrows, many of which were tomorrows from yesterdays we have never known. And finally she found her, a girl with Copper hair, and knew it must be her. “You see as I see, Child of Skald. You see the world not as it is, nor as it was, but as it should be. And so I give this crown to you, so that it must always be so.” And so this Child of Skald would guard all our yesterdays, and ensure that tomorrow would always come.