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==The Origins of the Xorani== | |||
As told by Silse: | |||
It was the time of the great unknowing, and early even in this long, dark | |||
period. Mortals were still uncertain how best to maintain their flesh, and | |||
understand the world, which was still in the process of being built. Yet | |||
some things are older and more powerful than understanding, and one of these | |||
is the bond between parent and child. | |||
There was once such a pair, a mother and her babe, that were alone and | |||
without nourishment. They were journeying across the mountains of fire, and | |||
were the most pitiful of mortals. Their throats were dry, their lips | |||
cracked, and never did the child cease her wailing. The father had long | |||
since perished, and soon the mother too would pass away. Yet she could not | |||
stop walking and searching for a safe haven in which to leave her young. | |||
Though she could hardly stand erect from the dizziness of thirst and hunger, | |||
she pressed forward, towards the blackened slopes, for they comforted her to | |||
look upon for reasons she did not comprehend. | |||
Soon, her vision grew dulled and distorted, until she believed she saw a | |||
river of red, yellow, and orange. She cried out for joy, to think that she | |||
and her infant might drink again, and live some hours longer. Though she | |||
felt heat upon her face as she approached, she stumbled towards the stream, | |||
yearning for an end to her thirst. | |||
Her skin, and the skin of her child, began to burn and blister, yet still | |||
she leaned forward, hoping to partake of the fiery river upon the sooty | |||
slopes of that mountain. Before she could touch the magma, however, the | |||
light of the dawning sun caught her eye. She turned her head, and as the | |||
first rays of sunlight fell upon her face, her thirst fell away like | |||
shackles from a wrist. Her skin hardened, and she did not feel the heat of | |||
the mountain. The Voice of the Divine spoke to her, enveloping her in a | |||
nourishing, gentle warmth. | |||
"You would drink of Fire to quench your thirst, and I am pleased with your | |||
wisdom. Flame shall henceforth be the blossom of your lips, and you shall be | |||
the mother of the Zoran. Live upon the sands, and know that you are loved." | |||
She had come to the mountain of fire with thirst and desperation, and left | |||
it not yet knowing either pride or ambition. Yet from this woman of singular | |||
determination, who practiced wisdom even when she knew not what she did, do | |||
all Xorani today descend. | |||