The first Gods of Ethecorra are older than written history. They predate time. The oldest Gods belong to no living religion and still they’re older. They are barely remembered, spoken of in half-whispers and on broken fragments of parchment. They predate the planet because they made it.
I speak of the Primordial Beings.
The Four who are the building blocks of the planet that created the earth, the sea, the air and the fire that runs in veins below the surface.
I was nothing but thought and dust particles when they were swirling into shape and form. No one knows who came first. I’ve known theologians debate that question for centuries. I’ve seen journal after journal be filled with hypothesis and theories that can never be proven, now gathering dust in vaults. Only the four will know the answer to that question, and they remain as silent as ever.
Their names are almost lost to time. Some ancient, immortal beings may remember, but most alive today do not know them.
Primordial Earth
She is the ground you stand upon, the mountains that rise to meet the skies and the soil that cradles the roots of the world. She is strength and stillness. The quiet force of growth all living things must go through.
Primordial Air
He is the wind whipped into a frenzied storm, or the breeze that tempers the sun. He touches all and yet cannot be held. He is knowledge, movement, and the destiny of your life.
Primordial Fire
She is the flame that courses through the planet’s core and the spark that lit the first light. She is both transformation and destruction, and she is both passion’s beginning and end.
Primordial Water
She is the currents of the ocean, the trickle of the stream, the fall of the rain. She is the storm building and the weight of tears. She is emotion and inevitability and the inevitable end that comes to all.
Ah, the stories they could tell from across the millennia. The rise and fall of the planet. They saw the first humens born, witnessed the first making of the Bloodbound. I imagine that they have seen more than even me.
Some say that they have an anchor still in the world today, personified and tangible. That they guard the origin of the planet with a ferocious need. What happens to those who wander too close to their shores, not even I can say.
~ Nerien.