[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Flights of Fancy Edition

In the beginning, there was Trasce. A Cord snaked away from Her, into the great darkness that surrounded Her. She pulled on it, sought to follow it to where it led. The more She pulled the more She did not move. When She ceased, a power flowed through the Cord, into Her being. With that power, She formed a Plan. 
 
 She cupped Her hands and from them sprang forth a six headed beast. Where the Beast walked light emerged, bursting in resplendent glory. Trasce smiled, then set about shaping the light into a great many things. Soon the Beast grew curious and returned to observe what Trasce was creating. She forbade the Beast from interfering with Her work. However it's curiosity grew too great and it devoured much of it. Trasce grew angry and turned to the beast. “ Beast, have I not granted you life? Given you domain over vast pools of light? Begone from this place, leave me to my work. ” 
 
 The Beast spoke back through all it's heads, “ You did not create us. We are this realm, and it is ours. We will do as we please. ” 
 
 “ Oh Beast, you are blind to what you can not see. Begone from this place, leave me to my work. ” 
 
 The Beast cackled and howled. “ You will not tell us what to do. This realm is ours. ” 
 
 Trasce knew what She must do. Her work was far too important to be disturbed. She struck at the Beast cleaving it, each head apart from the others. The heads howled in agony and fear. The strongest head roared at Trasce, “ You will pay! ” 
 
 It leaped at Her with it's maw open wide to devour. Trasce held out Her hand, and when the head reached it, it was no more. Upon witnessing this, the other heads fled as far as they could. Trasce wept, for She hated unnecessary destruction. Her tears coalesced, forming a new life. One that would prevent such tragedy from happening again. Era, Titan of Tears, bowed before his maker. 
 
 “ My Son. Watch over those that sprang from that Primordial void. See that they do not suffer the same fate as their kin. ” Trasce bent down and kissed Era, “ Go, protect them. Protect them all. ” 
 
 Era set out into the lights, a sacred task ahead, and his God behind.
