Post by Kaida Shade on Feb 13, 2009 22:15:37 GMT
Just something I cooked up due to boredom about the gods of End. They're actually named after a couple of my teachers- Mr Henneman is my English teacher and Mr Endlar is my Chemistry teacher. Unfortunately... there is a certain belief among the people of End, particularly the Undergrounders, that the gods are more than just friends, if you know what I mean... Even more unfortunately, my teachers are kind of... well, ugly. Luckily, the gods don't look anything like the teachers. Doesn't stop my overactive imagination from traumatising me though. Stupid brain ¬.¬ but yar, enjoy:
When our ancestors first came to End, they discovered a beautiful, peaceful haven; a place very different from the war-torn wasteland they had left behind. They had travelled long and hard to get here, led only by the words of a priest and driven onwards only by their belief that their god Henneman would lead them to a better place. And so he did. They named the valley they found End, for it was not just the end of their travels, but the end of hardship and suffering for them.
You see, dear children, End was a true paradise, ruled over by a benevolent god who was named Endlar. He saw these pathetic, lost creatures who had wandered into his home and, being a good-hearted being, took pity on them. He allowed them to camp on the shores of his great lake, sent animals for them to hunt and caused plants to grow from which they could gather fruit. Our ancestors were able to survive and thrive and they were thankful, though they did not know of Endlar, so their thanks went to Henneman. He was not, of course, responsible, though he did not know of Endlar either and so did nothing.
But our ancestors soon began to take this plenty for granted. They started hunting for pleasure and tearing up the forest, burning what they did not use. Endlar loved his valley dearly, for he had created it himself as his home, and our ancestors' actions angered him. How dare these insignificant, invading creatures destroy his home and his creations? And so, Endlar did send his creatures again, but this time he sent his most savage, bloodthirsty beasts to drive our ancestors from the shores of his lake, and from his valley.
Henneman did not take this lying down, of course. He stood by his people and gave them the courage to resist the beasts that Endlar sent. Though they fought bravely, our ancestors could not defeat such monsters, as Endlar had filled them with his great rage at the damage to his valley. And so, our ancestors were driven to the caves that went deep into the mountain; that would become the Underground as we know it today.
Henneman was greatly angered by the other god's treatment of his people, and so he resolved to discover the identity of the perpetrator. He made arrangements for his priests to care for the people and set off into the forests of End to seek out Endlar. He scoured the valley for many days before he finally found him.
Endlar had been appeased by our ancestor's retreat, for they were now much more respectful of his creatures and his valley. He once again walked the forests, going among his creatures in the form of a pure white zazekan. This was the form in which Henneman first encountered him, one night in the forest. The god had been roaming for many days and nights and had sat upon a boulder to rest, when he heard a voice that seemed to come from all around him.
"Why do you and yours presume to attack me and mine?" Endlar asked of him in a voice that was gentle and yet demanded an answer. Henneman looked up in surprise, and stared about himself, yet he saw nothing save a herd of zazekans away through the trees.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Henneman called, keen to show he was not afraid.
"Answer me." Endlar commanded, stepping from the herd and swishing his blade-tipped tail. Henneman stepped back, taken aback that a zazekan would speak to him.
"Mine did not attack you; they merely wished for safety. If there is a guilty party among us, it is you and yours!" Henneman cried, a hand going to the great sword that rested on his belt.
The white zazekan that was Endlar seemed to grin, though whether zazekans are capable of such expressions is debateable. "We of the valley you call End are peaceable creatures. It is you and yours who are violent." The valley god sighed "I offered you peace; I sent beasts for yours to feed on, allowed them to live here, and how is my kindness repayed? They destroy my forests, they hunt my creatures for pleasure instead of for food. They are wasteful, cruel creatures. I will have them here no longer." He lashed his tail again, the blades humming through the air and glowing unnaturally silver in the moonlight.
Henneman made as if to reply, but stayed his words. He knew in his heart that the valley god was right. His people, our ancestors, were exactly how Endlar had said. He lowered his head, filling with sadness that his creations were like this. A solution then occured to him, and he met the white zazekan's eyes. "They have suffered greatly. This place is like a haven to them, and they have been selfish. But they are changeable creatures. If, perhaps, I can change their ways, may they remain here?"
Endlar considered his words for a moment, then closed his eyes and changed his form to that of a young man with dark hair, very different from the other's pale blonde. He extended a hand in such a way that the movement seemed unfamiliar to him and gave Henneman a warm smile. "Very well." Henneman took the god's hand and returned his smile.
Henneman brought Endlar, in his human guise, to meet his people, and he told them that they should treat the valley god as they treated him, and Endlar apologised to them for his actions, explaining his reasons, and our ancestors realised how poorly they had treated his domain and they were truly sorry in their hearts, and promised to change their selfish ways.
Next, Endlar gave Henneman the form of a black zazekan and took him to meet with the creatures of the valley, and he told them that they need not fear Henneman anymore than they did himself, and they accepted him among them.
And so did the two gods come to know each other, and to rule the valley of End together. This state of affairs continues to this very day, dear ones, and the gods still watch over us as they watched over our ancestors. This is why we live with the valley, why we take no more than we need and care for the valley as we care for ourselves, for we must honour the pact of Henneman and Endlar.
When our ancestors first came to End, they discovered a beautiful, peaceful haven; a place very different from the war-torn wasteland they had left behind. They had travelled long and hard to get here, led only by the words of a priest and driven onwards only by their belief that their god Henneman would lead them to a better place. And so he did. They named the valley they found End, for it was not just the end of their travels, but the end of hardship and suffering for them.
You see, dear children, End was a true paradise, ruled over by a benevolent god who was named Endlar. He saw these pathetic, lost creatures who had wandered into his home and, being a good-hearted being, took pity on them. He allowed them to camp on the shores of his great lake, sent animals for them to hunt and caused plants to grow from which they could gather fruit. Our ancestors were able to survive and thrive and they were thankful, though they did not know of Endlar, so their thanks went to Henneman. He was not, of course, responsible, though he did not know of Endlar either and so did nothing.
But our ancestors soon began to take this plenty for granted. They started hunting for pleasure and tearing up the forest, burning what they did not use. Endlar loved his valley dearly, for he had created it himself as his home, and our ancestors' actions angered him. How dare these insignificant, invading creatures destroy his home and his creations? And so, Endlar did send his creatures again, but this time he sent his most savage, bloodthirsty beasts to drive our ancestors from the shores of his lake, and from his valley.
Henneman did not take this lying down, of course. He stood by his people and gave them the courage to resist the beasts that Endlar sent. Though they fought bravely, our ancestors could not defeat such monsters, as Endlar had filled them with his great rage at the damage to his valley. And so, our ancestors were driven to the caves that went deep into the mountain; that would become the Underground as we know it today.
Henneman was greatly angered by the other god's treatment of his people, and so he resolved to discover the identity of the perpetrator. He made arrangements for his priests to care for the people and set off into the forests of End to seek out Endlar. He scoured the valley for many days before he finally found him.
Endlar had been appeased by our ancestor's retreat, for they were now much more respectful of his creatures and his valley. He once again walked the forests, going among his creatures in the form of a pure white zazekan. This was the form in which Henneman first encountered him, one night in the forest. The god had been roaming for many days and nights and had sat upon a boulder to rest, when he heard a voice that seemed to come from all around him.
"Why do you and yours presume to attack me and mine?" Endlar asked of him in a voice that was gentle and yet demanded an answer. Henneman looked up in surprise, and stared about himself, yet he saw nothing save a herd of zazekans away through the trees.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Henneman called, keen to show he was not afraid.
"Answer me." Endlar commanded, stepping from the herd and swishing his blade-tipped tail. Henneman stepped back, taken aback that a zazekan would speak to him.
"Mine did not attack you; they merely wished for safety. If there is a guilty party among us, it is you and yours!" Henneman cried, a hand going to the great sword that rested on his belt.
The white zazekan that was Endlar seemed to grin, though whether zazekans are capable of such expressions is debateable. "We of the valley you call End are peaceable creatures. It is you and yours who are violent." The valley god sighed "I offered you peace; I sent beasts for yours to feed on, allowed them to live here, and how is my kindness repayed? They destroy my forests, they hunt my creatures for pleasure instead of for food. They are wasteful, cruel creatures. I will have them here no longer." He lashed his tail again, the blades humming through the air and glowing unnaturally silver in the moonlight.
Henneman made as if to reply, but stayed his words. He knew in his heart that the valley god was right. His people, our ancestors, were exactly how Endlar had said. He lowered his head, filling with sadness that his creations were like this. A solution then occured to him, and he met the white zazekan's eyes. "They have suffered greatly. This place is like a haven to them, and they have been selfish. But they are changeable creatures. If, perhaps, I can change their ways, may they remain here?"
Endlar considered his words for a moment, then closed his eyes and changed his form to that of a young man with dark hair, very different from the other's pale blonde. He extended a hand in such a way that the movement seemed unfamiliar to him and gave Henneman a warm smile. "Very well." Henneman took the god's hand and returned his smile.
Henneman brought Endlar, in his human guise, to meet his people, and he told them that they should treat the valley god as they treated him, and Endlar apologised to them for his actions, explaining his reasons, and our ancestors realised how poorly they had treated his domain and they were truly sorry in their hearts, and promised to change their selfish ways.
Next, Endlar gave Henneman the form of a black zazekan and took him to meet with the creatures of the valley, and he told them that they need not fear Henneman anymore than they did himself, and they accepted him among them.
And so did the two gods come to know each other, and to rule the valley of End together. This state of affairs continues to this very day, dear ones, and the gods still watch over us as they watched over our ancestors. This is why we live with the valley, why we take no more than we need and care for the valley as we care for ourselves, for we must honour the pact of Henneman and Endlar.
