A/N Wow, I was looking through some documents on my computer and found this - I wrote it years and years ago and completely forgot - but I really like the creation myth so I'm sharing it - maybe if enough people show interest I'll think of actually writing the story

The Sun's Battle


In the beginning there was the Anon. She looked around herself at the expanse of nothing and knew not contentment. So she gathered upon herself, her strength and her will, and let forth everything. From Anon flowed matter and energy, light and darkness, creation and destruction; for everything she let loose in the universe had an opposite. And when she was utterly spent and saw her universe filled with all she had made she was content. But it did not last for Anon was lonely, so to her greatest children she gave intelligence and thus the stars gained dreams and wills, and the worlds gained strength and endurance, and her darkest children gained a ravenous hunger, and even in its imperfection Anon was again content.

Thus in this way time passed only measured in the comings and goings of the children and grandchildren of Anon and there was no change, though nothing was constant, and all were content. The stars who lit the sky, though they could not light it all, the planets who danced among the stars and filled the universe, though they could not fill it all, and the black holes who hoarded what they could, though they could not hoard it all were content.

Then one daughter of Anon was born, small among her brothers and sisters and far from her mother's influence and was not content, for none of it was hers. So Alaia gathered her light and heat and sent it down to Gaia her favorite daughter, and made upon the surface of Gaia life. And Alaia was content, for Gaia grew green and lush and all seemed well.

But Alaia neglected her duty, she had sent all her light and strength only to Gaia and her other children grew dark. There existed upon their surfaces something that should not, something that grew, something that knew only hatred and ignorance; Shadow. It grew atop their crusts, and sank into their cores and the planets grew cold with hatred or hot with fury. For the first time something was made and knew no contentment; it never rested always striving for something, though it knew not what. Eventually Shadow found Gaia and found too that it could not grow, for Alaia lit all its surface. So Shadow tried to slip under the crust of Gaia and corrupt her, but Gaia was content and Shadow could not enter. So Shadow tried to enter the living things upon Gaia, but again found them content and could not enter. Finally Shadow slipped into the darkness that was beneath the living things but above Gaia, for darkness was Shadow's friend and Shadow grew strong there. But still it was not content.

So Shadow brought forth its own creation, meant to destroy and corrupt, and upon the surface of Gaia and within her depths moved creatures that consumed Alaia's plants. But Alaia saw Shadow's influence and sent into its creations love and contentment and the animals of Gaia became hers, for while they consumed pure contentment Shadow could not live in them.

Again Shadow found no contentment and brought forth on Gaia creatures that ate only the animals. Again Alaia tried to bring contentment even to these beasts, but found them unreceptive to her light, for Shadow lived within them, and the animals they ate were already touched by Shadow and she could not bring pure contentment to them.

Finally fearing for Gaia and her plants Alaia called out to Anon and begged aid. Anon refused saying only that Shadow was born from Alaia's action and she alone must deal with her child. Alaia seeing her folly sent her light out to all her children, but it was too late for Shadow had them and no matter what Alaia could only light half their surface. With the spreading of her will and strength so too did half of Gaia go dark. So Alaia set the moon in the sky to reflect her light upon Gaia, but it was not enough. Shadow spread across the surface of Gaia, and Alaia wept with Gaia as the plants died where light could not reach them.

Alaia reached out to her children and begged them to change their dance, and though some were still hot with anger and some cold with discontent they could not deny her, so the planets spun, and it was that Alaia would light them all for a day but night would always follow when Shadow had its way.

The plants learned to live with less light and throughout her children balances were made, and though none now were fully content, only Shadow knew none.

Again Alaia called out to Anon, and again Anon denied her. Although her brothers also turned their backs to Alaia, her sisters took pity upon her and sent to her planets light to sparkle in the night and give hope for the coming day, though they dared not do more.

Qet spooned the soupy broth into his mouth and the normally flavorful soup tasted like ash in his mouth. As of this morning he had turned seven; that meant he must prove himself today.

For the past months Qet had looked to this day with barely contained joy and expectation. The full import of the day fin

Qet took a deep breath, looked up across the pit to his opponent and gasped, it was AnQiTor. A ten year old with the rank of Student Master already; the next youngest Student Master was DeForTe at the age of fifteen. It was said that AnQiTor had defeated a Grand Master and had taken his Siel making him stronger than any but The First.

Qet shut his eyes convulsively and opened them again. Nothing had changed. He took deep breaths trying to relax. He knew the rumors couldn't possibly be true, but all the same AnQiTor must have had a Siel strength at least three times his own and on top of that he was three years older. It just wasn't fair. No one could possibly expect Qet to win, how then was he supposed to pass his Trial?

Maybe I'm not supposed to win. Maybe it isn't necessary to win to pass? Could it be some lesson one must learn before becoming a student? That your opponent will always be greater?

It was no hope. Even if AnQiTor hadn't beaten a master, Qet knew that he had not lost a contest in years, at the very least.

So how could a seven year old child on his Trial possibly defeat him? The question was perfect, for everyone knew the answer, especially AnQiTor.

"Begin." The voice surprised Qet, while his mind had been racing he had lost track of time. He now numbly stepped onto the platform as AnQiTor did the same. If he fought how everyone expected him to the battle would be over too soon. Far too soon.

So instead he placed a look of terror on his face, surprised at how easily it came to his features. He allowed AnQiTor to take in his fear, then turned to face the master behind him.

Forcing his voice into the wheedle of a complaining child, he exclaimed to the master, "But IT"S NOT FAAIRR." Despite facing the master, Qet barely saw him, instead allowing all of his Siels to flow from his entire body to his mind and ears; he had to hear AnQiTor coming and he still had to figure out what he was going to do when he showed up.

There it was. The quietest of snicks as AnQiTor took advantage of the perceived distraction of his opponent and leapt for the winning blow. Qet took even the strength that normally fed from his Siel to his senses and directed it totally and completely towards speed. Whipping around Qet dodged to the side as AnQiTor ripped through the air. AnQiTor's kick, which he had expected to connect firmly with Qet's unsuspecting back, met only air. The absence of a stabilizer was enough to throw him off and as he passed, still several feet above the ground, Qet saw an opening and lashed out with his left hand. His body numb from the lack of Siel, all of it flowing to inhuman speed, he barely felt as his fist connected and his wrist shattered.

AnQiTor landed roughly, but despite stumbling he kept his feet. His momentum carried him one more step before he faltered, screamed, and fell.

The room, which must have just settled a few minutes before erupted with action. The first to reach AnQiTor was his tutor, Grand Master AllorrinDedorun, who, despite the muffled moans and yelps from his student turned him over and lifted his shirt to survey the damage. Despite the fact that the blow had landed only seconds before AnQiTor's side now sported a deep blackish purple splotch along with a thickening stream of red where the broken rib protruded.

Qet gasped and looked down at his own hand. He looked away quickly, gagging at what he had seen. Instead he looked back towards AnQiTor, the Grand Master, and the crowd that had been forming around them. AnQiTor's master had now cupped his hands around the wound and had closed his eyes with a look of great concentration coming over him. A soft glow peaked from between his fingers, reminiscent of Qai, morning sun fresh for battle. When Master AllorrinDedorun finally removed his hands the skin beneath them was smooth and perfect, all signs of the injury gone, and AnQiTor's expression was now one of relieved exhaustion.

Qet stood waiting, channeling all of his Siel away from sense of touch and feel, for he knew the moment he allowed sensation to return to his body he would be wracked by screams at least as great as AnQiTor's. Instead he allowed his Siel to flow to his mind bolstering his mind.

AnQiTor stood slowly then faced his Master, something only the two of them understood passed between them. AnQiTor bowed deeply to his master and Grand Master AllorrinDedorun bowed back, had Qet not known better he would have said he looked almost sad. When AnQiTor raised his head he turned his back to his master and came to stand before Qet. He bowed again, just as low for Qet as he had for his master.

AnQiTor said with a face completely devoid of emotion and in a monotone. "The strength of my body has failed, the strength of my mind has failed I am unworthy of the Sun's gifts. Will you, the greater warrior and student, take my shame, take my strength, and accept the blessing of the sun through me."

The full import of his victory came crashing down upon Qet. The defeat of someone so far below AnQiTor would give him great unji, shame. So great that only the ritualistic passing of one's strength and being renamed could alleviate it. By winning Qet had condemned AnQiTor to either give up his strength and live forever as an underclass farmer, or to live forever disrespected for his shame.

Now Qet wished he had fought and lost fairly instead of resorting to trickery, for it would have engendered no shame for him to have lost when clearly he had never been expected to win. AnQiTor had always been kind to the children and Qet had always looked up to him for his achievements. Now because of his trickery AnQiTor was destroyed.

The silence stretched and Qet knew he must speak. Still he was silent.

Finally a solution occurred to him and his heart soared and raced with hope. "AnQiTor, Student Master and great student, how did I defeat you?"

The room paused; it was not the response they had expected, even AnQiTor's face showed surprise. "My mind failed to perceive the deception and thus I failed the Sun's Blessing."

"Do you now know to expect deception and trickery even from those you would never expect it of?" Could it work? Could he truly free AnQiTor of his shame?

AnQiTor's face again showed emotion, this time as confusion, "I do now know."

Qet barely able to conceal the triumph he felt quoted The Sun's War, "Then would you have me steal from you the strength which I have bestowed upon you?"

Murmurs broke out around the room, for every man, woman, and child knew that line by heart. Qet had given AnQiTor a choice: he could play out the scene to its end and be free of his shame, or he could demand his shame was too great and still relinquish his strength.

Qet watched as this occurred first to the elders in the back then to the others around the room, and finally saw hope bloom across AnQiTor's face as he too realized what Qet had given him.

AnQiTor seized Qet's unbroken right arm in a firm grasp at the elbow and strained. Even though, with his Siel so depleted that he barely had the strength to lift his arm and grasp AnQiTor in return and with the battle so fast that AnQiTor himself must have been still fresh, he faked the strain of a great test of wills and strength. Finally he relinquished his grasp, allowing Qet's arm to flop to his side barely concealed.

"I find your strength great and your will undiminished, I fear not that the Sun shall lose you without my strength." AnQiTor finished, then he smiled. Qet allowed a broad grin to spread across his own features now that the scene was complete.

Qet had just gained a powerful ally, and, if he was lucky, a friend.