Star Swirl’s metamorphoses
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
Chaos and Order
Back before order when the sky and land lay in each other’s arms like virgin lovers. Mass was without form and substance were unconstrained and would forever change in the blink of an eye, or the snap of ones fingers but to be more exact this world was only at the whim of one beings fingers. For this land of disharmony and broken lyre strings was ruled by one. He whose name was called upon when the devil was too busy and death was a bit too much; to the gentleman he was misfortune and to the women he was sir prize. The tears of contention were the only company he needed. He was the master of this irrational strife that covered this world of broken puzzle pieces, but this world did not stand fruitless or bare of life. Instead everything this world had to bear from the lowest grain of sand or the smartest beings. Were wrapped in not body but mind the shackles of disunity and dissension. Cast upon them by a master they did not want and rejoiced in the misery with comic glee as he sipped up chocolate rain, but rejoice in accord for that which lay outside his grasp. The sun and her sister moon sent from their starry nest each a daughter of flesh and blood hair and teeth. It was from that which held this world of tattered rags together and stood truthful among a crooked world. That these sisters two could pull out the strings of harmony, so that they may restring the lyre of this dis-in-tuned world. It was this melodious tune that brought disharmony to the ears of the current monarch, so the sisters of the night and day found themselves before a throne built of conflict and disunity. Whose master now looked upon the sisters with gleeful laughter that almost seemed out of place upon the face that wore it. He let the threats and pleas of the sister’s fall upon deaf ears just like the cries of those who suffered under him. So with the strings of harmony three to each sister they played a song that broke light into the strings of colour before a troublesome ruler. That bathed him in colour, making his flesh merge with the soil at his feet, his skin hardening and his joints stiffening, leaving him frozen in place; only in body as he was left to his mind to suffer. Soon the daughters took their place as the architects of this misshaped world. They parted the sky from the sea and set order and place for all things they saw leaving understanding unity as the tune of musical harmony lifted the world into better spirits. Soon with all the peace of this world puzzle put back in place the daughters of the heavens left to return to their mother’s arms leaving this world in a golden age.