The Creation of the Gods: Literary piece

At first, there was nothing but the Egg of Shamo in a void of nothingness. Nobody, not even Shamo himself, knew who created him or who put the Egg in the void. He did not know whether he created himself or not. He did not know how the Egg found its way where it was. But he did know that he was powerful and he could create from something as minor as a little ant to something as large as the paradise. Shamo knew he was the most powerful being in the whole of nothingness and that he was the new Creator.

Time passed. Shamo did not count whether it were days or months or decades. Time was not yet created. The God lay like that, in the confines of the Egg, maturing slowly and waiting for the moment to break out of its shell. The Eggshell glowed and glittered with all the aura of the rainbow – red, blue and gold and every other color. Shamo grew staring at the different brilliant colors, enjoying them, savoring them with his sight. He also examined the dark void around him through the translucent shell of his Egg. He knew right then and there that he had a lot of great tasks to do in the near future.

Shamo was so powerful that he could come out any time he wanted. But, he waited with patience to become the strongest and most divine before he did that. His patience knew no bounds and after what seemed like an eternity, Shamo moved. The Egg began to crack open as he slowly broke free from it. The rainbow aura of the shell splattered all across the nothingness, spreading a warm and colorful glow everywhere. Godly gold albumen flowed out of the shell spilling everywhere and then forming small blobs of round objects. The dark and colorless void suddenly began to shine and shimmer with festive joy. It was not nothing anymore. It was something now. It was everything.

No mortal knew what Shamo’s true form was. And he would not reveal himself before any mortal in his true form. The eyes of the mortals were not strong or powerful enough to behold him. Anyone who could look at his true form will dissolve into nothingness. So, Shamo reacted with the mortals in their own familiar forms. He came to a man as a man or to a woman as a woman. He came to a dog as a dog and to the beaver as a beaver. He made dreams and nightmares to connect with his creations.

    “Now I will create.” – was the first sentence ever spoken in the era of life. Right after, breaking free from his shell, Shamo got to work to make his very first creation – Vala. He moved his limbs like a master potter and molded the rainbow colors around him into a bright blue new Eggshell. He filled the Egg with the ichor of his right side and sealed the Egg with the claylike colors. Very soon, a new life began to form within the new Egg, which shimmered with the brightness of a grand sapphire.

    “I shall name you Vala,” chanted Shamo. “You shall be the God of purity, clarity and everything that is good. You shall measure the innocence of a person, the goodness inside of him and you shall grant him paradise if he proves himself worthy of it.”

As Vala slowly matured in her Egg, Shamo realized that without evil, no one can truly know the value of goodness. So, he began to work again. But this time, he adopted a different approach. He weaved.

Shamo gathered the colors around himself and began to weave them again. He took gold and added red right next to and then blue and then purple. Before long, Shamo gave his new creation some good solid shape and in no time at all, Troosh was created.

Troosh had a physical form. She had limbs to form her pair of arms and another pair for her legs all connected the torso. Her skin was dim red in color. Her nails were green and her newly formed body was sculpted like a warrior, muscles rippling and strong. Her face was red like the rest of her body. A set of pearly white razor sharp teeth shone under her black lips. Her gazelle-like eyes shone with greed and lust.

    “I shall name you Troosh,” declared Shamo. “You shall be the God of fear, chaos and everything that is evil. You shall measure the wickedness of a person, the depravity inside of him and you will decide who goes to the depths of hell if he is corrupted.”

Troosh nodded and bowed. Soon after that, they were greeted with a bright light. Both of them looked towards Vala’s egg which was cracked open. As the blinding light dimmed, Shamo and Troosh were greeted by a serene blue figure with the softest, most delicate look. Vala had pale blue figure with shining golden locks that framed her delicate and sharp face in luscious curls. Her irises were pitch-black and deep and her limbs were slender. She bowed towards Shamo. The shell of her egg dissolved and spread more color into the space they were residing.

    “Vala and Troosh,” began Shamo. “I am glad to meet you. Together we shall create the worlds and the mortals, the heaven and the hell. Come now, my children, my comrades. We have a crucial task in front of us.”

And so, the Gods were created.

Here is a piece of a Prologue I wrote for a High Fantasy I wanted to write. I never wrote the story, unfortunately but found this essay. So, I thought of sharing this with you guys. Hope you enjoy it.