'The Two Brothers' Folk Legend from my book, thought maybe tumblr might find it interesting ^_^
[NOTE: ‘Madura’ is a fusion of the latin words Macto and Aduro, which mean ‘conflict’ and ‘kindle’ respectively. Maduro sounded like some crazy wizard’s name, but Madura struck me. So that’s how his name came about, it’s not related to bloody Madara Uchiha in any way, ty. The following is part of a conversation takes place between Madura and Ned (who are from Heaven) and a blacksmith who lives in The Shift (the land next to Heaven)]
'We have an entirely different 'cycle' in Heaven. And we only have one moon… a white one,' Ned answered. The blacksmith started.
'Oh! Well, I apologise… I mean, how was I supposed to know we had an extra moon y'know? Anyway, the days of our cycle are fairly simple; as you’ve probably guessed, they’re based on how much of the Crimson Moon, or Crimson Brother, is showing during the night of that day.’
‘Why’s it called the Crimson Brother?’ Madura asked.
‘Oh,’ the smith said. ‘It’s an old folk’s tale in every city, I believe. Speaking of the other cities, we haven’t been in contact with any of them for decades, which most people don’t know- Flow likes to keep things as calm as he can, and to prevent even more problems amongst us people he hushes it all up. I myself one day noticed that the orders from the other cities for my goods had stopped, and I wasn’t having any of those ‘just bad business’ excuses- I pestered Flow’s officials ‘till they told me. Soon after that, I helped them all come up with a plan to pretend that everything was continuing as per normal. Unfortunately, all the supplies we’ve stockpiled from trade with the other cities are drying up, though. Soon, there won’t be any left, and Crimson Brother save us when that happens.’
‘Crimson Brother again.’ Madura interjected. ‘What is that?’
‘I’ll get to that!’ The smith said stubbornly. He was apparently enjoying introducing Madura and Ned to the world of The Shift. ‘Anyway, we used to get our entire range of rune tech from the Inazuma Spires and Stonestadt, and all of our finery from the Elysium Empire. The hotheads in Redhearth and Stonestadt made most of our weapons and armour, which will be sorely missed if Overlord’s found them or they never re-establish contact with us… but who knows, though- he may have already bypassed their defences and found the other cities. We could be the only one left. As for us, we used to export food mostly- from fishing, farming and hunting- to all of the cities, but now we just feed ourselves. I believe that Flow has maintained the pretence that all of our produce is still being exported- he funds the expense from his own coffers, but he can’t keep it up for much longer.’ The smith sighed, rubbing his face with one hand. ‘It’s a bad situation we’re stuck in, I tell you. If Overlord had never appeared… no matter. I’ve kept it a secret to these people for a long time, so I trust you not to broadcast that around. Anyway, yes, I… where was I again?’
‘The Crimson Moon, or Crimson “Brother”?’ Madura said, encouragingly.
‘Ah! Yes, of course. It’s been a popular folk tale in the Paragon cities that the moons were formed by the two Brothers of the Abyss, long before Harbinger fashioned the mortalis for this land. In fact, it is said that it was The Brothers who created The Shift, and that Harbinger found this amazing land already here when she arrived. Of The Two Brothers, one was white, and one was a deep crimson. The white brother was pure and righteous, the father of honour and earnestness… but he was also naïve and proud, prone to hubris and stubbornness. The Crimson Brother, on the other hand, was wrathful and powerful, aggressive and irresponsible, but forgiving and empathetic. They were almost opposites, the Two Brothers but they worked together and lived in harmony for many tens of thousands of years. As they fashioned their land with care and utmost diligence, they began to notice a new one forming right on the doorstep of theirs, and a powerful- more powerful than they, even- entity was moving about there, shrouded in a golden light.’
‘Harbinger.’ Madura stated.
‘That is correct. It is said that both Brothers were so awestruck by and infatuated with Harbinger’s beauty and boundless mystery that they wished to claim her for their own, no matter what the cost. Even the two Brothers, the first entities borne from the void, those with no creator or father, could not resist the allure of Harbinger. The two had a dire feud when fashioning the Skypierce Mountain, it is said- a colossal battle was had, and their blows are what formed the ranges around the central summit. A stray blow from one of the brothers clove Twin Peak Mountain’s peak in two, which is of course its namesake. The Brothers’ battle raged long and hard, and their fury was so great that the land itself approached the brink of collapsing back into the void. Their legacy came so close to annihilation that all the lands in it were distorted and squashed together- the effects became so severe, in fact, that the many different kinds of environments began to overlap.
‘The Shift! That’s why it’s called The Shift!’ Ned said triumphantly. The smith gave Ned a look, before pressing on.
‘Err… yes… anyway, the feud dragged on for centuries, each Brother fierce and totally unyielding in his quest to win Harbinger… but finally, when both Brothers could fight each other no more, they collapsed at both ends of The Shift, and the enormous craters left by their fall were where the Oceans formed. Both of them were on the verge of death, and their misery and anger darkened the sky itself, and their tears fell heavily onto the land; so began the storms. Each Brother stared at the other in agony, unable to move- and this is when they saw that Harbinger had created the Gilded Border to protect her land from their destructive wrath. Finally, as he grieved, as his tears carved rivers into the land and his scorching blood flowed deep beneath the rock and soil, The Crimson Brother finally understood the suffering and pain of the White Brother. He finally felt sorrow deep in his heart, and so, with the last of his power, he created for his dear kin a shining White Stone as large as The Shift itself. This gift would radiate a light so bright it would bathe the entire land in its glow when it bloomed at night; it proved to be the gift that initiated a truce. The White Brother was touched, and finally understood that his feud was meaningless compared to the bond that he and his brother had brought with them from nothingness. He created for The Crimson Brother a Crimson stone as big and as breathtaking as the White one… but this stone did not shine, and instead was possessed of a deep crimson hue that shrouded it in mystery and wonder. Forever would that stone accompany the White- much as the Brothers would forever accompany each other from that moment on, as they had done for so many ages before Harbinger’s appearance. The two reunited Brothers then saw, to their great grief and dismay, the effects their age long fight had scarred the land with. Their land screamed in agony, and they wept… finally, together, they came to a decision of how they would make things right. They wound one last, desperate spell of healing across the land, before trying to gain Harbinger’s attention one last time, begging for Her to hear their pleas over her golden Border. After many years of ignoring their thundering cries- which, to this day, echo through the land as thunder in the skies- Harbinger finally, in all of her wonder, showed her shining and beautiful head over the Gilded Border.
‘Listen to our pleas, o’ graceful beauty,’ the Brothers cried. ‘We would ask thee from the deepest fathoms of our souls to care for our fledgling world that we have wronged so, to watch over it and bless it with the gifts thou hast bestowed upon thine own that, alas, our bleeding eyes are not worthy to look upon.’
‘And what of thou, Brothers? Wilst thee simply fade into the abyss as abruptly as you sprung forth from it, o’ Crimson One? And is it thy plan to simply forsake the blossom borne from your very hands before it hath even let forth the first spring flower, White One?’
‘Thy speaketh true,’ the Crimson Brother boomed. ‘We hath proven that we cannot tend to our own, for in our blind wrath we severed the sacred bond that we shared as Brothers, as the first of the void. We hath led our life’s work to utter destruction, sent our legacy to ruin. Fare thee well, Harbinger- this is our end.’
It is said that at this news, and the gift of a name, Harbinger was said to show surprise, for the first and only time in her existence.
‘If thou are set in your decision, I shall not interfere,’ she said. ‘And I shall care for your land, as thou hast so sincerely requested. “Harbinger”, you called me? Yes… I take it upon myself to bear this title in your honour, first born,’ she said. And it was the end. The happy Brothers, with their newly renewed bond, looked one last time upon their beautiful stones, suspended high above the land that would much later be known as The Shift, and decided that such an everlasting reminder of their influence was enough for them to leave behind. With their proud and mighty faces bathed in the glorious pale light of the White Moon, they clasped their spectral hands and- as Brothers once again- descended into the void. That, my friends, is the story of The Shift, and of our twin moons. After they left, Harbinger stayed true to her promise and nurtured the land back to health, although even she could not heal the scars wrought by the fury of the Two Brothers. The Gilded Border became The Ornate Border, and She granted it a power that allowed her and her creations to pass through unchecked.’
‘Interesting… very interesting. However, how do people know this?’ Madura asked politely. The smith opened his mouth, before closing it again as he hesitated. The man stroked his beard in confusion, before shrugging.