When the world was new, and chaos still ruled, the oldest Gods are older still. Predating time and the creation of Ethecorra, the Primordial Beings became the building blocks of the planet, creating the earth we stand on, the sea we swim through, the air we breath and the fire that runs through the veins deep below the surface of the earth.
I was nothing but thought and fragments as they were swirling into form. From the abyssal waters rose fire, instantly cooling into earth. Air came, and the world was whole. This, of course, is not universally recognised – some say the Father God created the planet. Yet still they honour the elemental energies, and their sacred festivals still persist today.
The original names of those Gods are almost lost to time; some immortal beings, if they existed before the start of recorded time, may remember. If they still exist, they remain silent.
Primordial Earth
The ground you stand upon, the mountains that rise to meet the skies, the soil that cradles the roots of the world, and the weight of eternity forever cased in silence. She is both the sustainer and tomb, the force of growth that all living things must go through.
Primordial Air
The gentle breeze that tempers the sun, the wind whipped into a frenzied storm, holding the dualities of freedom and uncertainty. He touches all and yet cannot be held.
Primordial Fire
The heat that courses through the planet’s core, the spark that lit the first light, both destruction and and transformation. She is the impulse of our desires and can be a gift, ruin- or both.
Primordial Water
The currents of the ocean, the trickle of the stream, the fall of the rain, but also the storm building, the weight of unshed tears and the abyssal depths that all life came from. She was the first- the womb of life- and is 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.