Eblion’s History: The Day of Creation

Before the first day of dawn, the planet of Eblion was a large and round rock, grey and dry. It was more by accident than anything else, that the old spirit decided to rest at this rock and not at one of the others floating nearby. The spirit was tired, as it has travelled for so very long. The spirit lay down on the hard and uncomfortable rock, but it did not mind as the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in its soul.

I am all alone, it thought. What do you want me to do? – it asked loudly, not knowing who or what it was asking.

The long fingers of the spirit ran through the dust of Elbion. The pain it was feeling was endless and the loneliness it felt was unbearable. What did it help to be a magical creature it thought, when it was all alone in this endless universe?

Thousands of years ago, it had friends and a family. Then the unthinkable happened. It all turned dark, as the evil seeded between the other spirits. The big war began.

Did the spirit feel bad for not joining the fight? It has run away, of fear and confusion. When it had the courage to come back, everything has turned into ashes that were floating through the nothingness.

The spirit rolled on its back and looked into the dark sky. 

And for the first time, the spirit cried. There has never been a spirit that cried in the history of existance before. But the spirit did not know that, so it wept full of dispair. It has been through so much pain in its existence. And with every tear, a drop of magic left the spirits body, running over the rocky surface of Eblion. The spirit cried and cried. And Elbion, once a hard and dusty rock, was covered with rivers, lakes and oceans. Finally the spirit cried until it was no more.

But with water came life. Elbions grey surface became green, piled dust turned to mountains and hills and the roughness of the rock created caves and islands.

That is the tale how Elbion was born. At least it was the tale the habitants of Elbion told each other when it rained, saying the spirit came back and was crying again. Those tears were however no tears of pain, rather tears of joy, because it was not alone anymore. 


Text Copyright © Rachel Sesom