"May I help you?" A young women appeared from the doorway, black raven locks cascaded down her back, off setting her aqua blue eyes. She steeped back to reveal three children, a young boy and girl, two exact replicas of the mother. The oldest child's platinum blonde hair set her apart from the others.
"I am a weary traveler searching for a haven to spend the night. In return I will repay with stories from the heavens." The hunchback's voice was angelic, betraying her look of hard cold silence.
The mother looked the women over before answering, "Of course you may, come in, please," Beckoned in, the hunchback allowed herself to enter, smiling at each child separately as she passed.
"You can take a seat over at the table, would you like some tea?" The women closed the door. "My name is Ytoni, and you would be?"
"My name is only known by the divine Ashwara and the demon bringing Tarkash, you may call me D'ar-ari, and yes, tea would be most grateful." Ytoni nodded, trying to remember in the recess of her mind what D'ar-ari stood for.
"What does that mean?" The young boy gazed up at D'ar-ari, letting his curistoy glitter in his eyes.
"One taking from a seat of great honor, to a position of peasantry before duty." The hunchback's own eyes matched the boys, he nodded, chin of determination before sitting on the chair next to her.
"Chryis would you please start a fire?" Ytoni's voice came from the kitchen, the oldest girl quickly rose from the seat she had occupied and began to tend to the dying flames.
"My name is Aisiae, it's a animal that was made by the lost goddess," the youngest child came crawling up to D'ar-ari, smiling with delight. "Is your name from the same language as mine is?" her question was filled with naiveté.
"All names are from the language of the gods, bad luck comes to those who's aren't," Chryis returned from the fire, it had been set ablaze. D'ar-ari let out a laugh at the child's astonished face.
"And your name is what little one?" she turned to the boy, not letting her smile fade.
"Joworenth, but every everyone calls me Jow," his face turned to a look of disgust. "I hate my name,"
"It means 'warrior of a thousand battles', or 'protector of Ashwara'." D'ar-ari mused, "And Chryis is 'mist of the heaven' and Ytoni is 'nectar from the sun,'" she fell silent, lost in thought.
"I know that already," Chryis snorted, taking a seat next to Jow. A cup of calimera tea was set in front of D'ar-ari, Ytoni then took a seat across from her, Aisiae in lap. "Now would be ideal time for the story that's promised." Ytoni giggled, brushing hair behind her ear.
"Oh yes of course," the old women leaned back in her chair, four pairs of eyes watching her. "Back before humans scattered the world, and the lost goddess was still in rule and dinosaurs roamed the lands my story begins."
Arifel stood from the cluttered desk, observing the drawing that was now near completion. It was a detailed sketch of her new creation, Homo Sapiens as she called them. Breathing a sigh of accomplishment, the goddess allowed herself to trace the steps back to her room.
"Arifel, wait!" her brother's voice rang out along the hall, forcing her to stop.
"Yes Ashwara?" her own voice was timid, though her patience was rearing thin, she longed for sleep.
"Are you still working on the evolved mammals?" Ashwara asked having arrived at her feet, his pure blue eyes piercing hers.
"Yes.. I'm finished with the basic outline, I'll be creating them in a moons time, why do you ask, you seemed to have no interest when I proposed the idea to you." Arifel's words had become tight.
"Well you must of told Tarkash more then you did me, he was just complaining about the effects they would have on his reptiles if further additions were to be set, and that there structure was molded after. us?" Ashwara's hand went to her lowered chin, bringing it up.
"I. I didn't give them wings or anything, though I'm debating about a tail, they really aren't that strong or anything. just of higher intellect then the reptiles that currently roam the Earth. I'm sick of watching those huge. Dinosaurs, as Tarkash calls them, all they do is eat and die. I wanted to create something more interesting, this species will evolve, create a language, worship us. Our cousins have done it. or at least that's what the Great Mother has hinted at." Arifel bit her lip, knowing that tears were building up. Ashwara let his hand trace along her chin, dropping to her wings, where they rested lightly.
"We're still under trial, make sure Tarkash agrees fully with this and that won't be a easy task, this species will most probably bring along the destruction of his beloved creation." With that Ashwara withdrew his hand and walked off, leaving Arifel alone with her thoughts.
"I thought that Arifel was banished from the havens, but why would that happen is she created us?" Chryis had Jow now in her lap, who had been paying rapt attention to the story that his sister had interrupted.
"I'm getting to that," D'ar-ari calmly replied, finishing the last of her tea.
"What was Arifel the goddess of?" Chryis rang out again.
"The mind, Earth and mammals, and just to give you all a review, Ashwara is the god of the spirit, heavens and elements, Tarkash of body, ocean and reptiles." D'ar-ari closed her eyes as if to remember a long lost memory as Chryis nodded.
"You call this a species? More like fodder for the raptors," Tarkash sneered at the drawings that Arifel had spent countless days on, picking one up of internal organs. "They only have one stomach?" Ashwara questioned, reading over Tarkash's shoulder. Arifel nodded, flexing her wings.
"There not done yet, there's still organs that don't have any functions and I have a tail bone, but it won't grow a tail yet," Arifel kept her gaze away from her brothers and her voice was meek.
"That's perfect then!" Tarkash clapped his hands in excitement, setting the diagram down.
"What's perfect?" Ashwara asked with questioning eyes, Arifel nodded.
"This so called 'species' of your dear sister. They have no defensive attributes and there a big enough meal for a moderate sized dinosaur, like I said, perfect." Tarkash's speech was met to silence.
"Tarkash there is no way I'm letting this species become food! They're." She was cut off by her eldest brother.
"I think that's a great idea, remember Arifel, you owe Tarkash, he let you experiment with other creations which affected the dinosaurs." Ashwara's words were of definite authority, knowing that it would be useless to argue, she quietly agreed. "Good, we can get started in the morning!" Tarkash clapped his hands in fake excitement, giving his sister a side wards glance of glee. Scowling back, she allowed herself to brush past him, and out of the room.
"She's not happy Tarkash," Ashwara mused, politely excusing him self from his brother's presence.
"Sometimes I feel as though the Great Mother isn't happy with me, oh great brother." Tarkash whispered behind clenched teeth.
"Everything is here, would you like to get started?" Arifel gave a tired look to her brothers, words dripping with non-chalance.
Tarkash gave her a smile, his sharp teeth glinting, "Yes, lets." Ashwara nodded along side.
They joined hands around the silver colored pedestal, chanting the words of creation. All eyes were closed, all thoughts were focused onto the task. One whispered word was added by the goddesses, though neither of her siblings took noticed.
Creation was completed, and the chain broken.
"Now sister, was that so hard?" Tarkash yawned, smiling once again.
"No.. I guess not." Arifel started.
"By the Great Mother! Arifel, look at the brain captivities of this species! They'll be eating the Dinosaurs before they figure out there supposed to be food!" Ashwara's shaking hand held a mind diagram, his voice ringing with astonishment.
Arifel's innocent reply: "Oh, I thought you knew."
"What!" Tarkash almost screamed, grabbing the paper from Ashwara. The gods face was distraught with anger and resentment toward his sister, eyes burning with fury he took Arifel by the shoulders, putting his lips to her head. "Your species will pay for that," His icy whisper lingered in her ear.
Rising his hands above his head, he yelled the words of fire, and threw the ball to the Earth below, Arifel only stared.
"You see sister? That's were you species was, and now it's gone." His face broke into insane smile, though fell at the sight of his sister, laughing hysterically.
"My species won't appear for another thousand years, and you just wiped out you own." Insane laughter followed. Betrayal was set, for the three gods.
"What happens? Ytoni's face fell, as she knew it was the end of the story.
"Ashwara exiled Arifel to the species she had created. He refused to have her in the heavens any longer, for he had betrayed his trust. Tarkash, hating the creation, swore Teyl'aw, war of existence, against the human race. That is why demons are scattered through out the land, and war erupts to greater proportions that necessary. Ashwara received full responsibility for the planet from the Great Mother soon after, and grew a liking to this race." She stopped, noticing that the rain had also. "I'll be going now, thank you to the heavens for you hospitably." The hunchback rose, and turned to Ytoni, gazing into her eyes. "Your husband died defending Aisiae from Tarkash's demons, she will avenge him," her words ended. Turning swiftly she walked out. One of her many rags snagged on a wood chip, pulling it off of her back, reviling gold wings, in an instant it was pulled up again. As she turned the corner into the darkness, the youngest daughter turned to her mother and asked what the story teller had meant.
"That was no story teller Aisiae, that was the lost goddesses." Her sister replied, going to close the door.
AN: sorry about the mess up font of the other one, was being screwy