I know at least a few of those of you that have deviantwatched/are deviantwatching me are interested in my fantasy world (the one which Kansehlie, Lothsgarraum and Szoviye are a part of) and the background behind it, and I couldn't think of/create a good flag or map to accompany this, so I'm going to post it in my journal!

The description of one of the flags and maps I've made for my fantasy world gave a description of how the world came to be, according to the religion of the Lokks ("Baimaztum"). This creation myth has now changed considerably in my imagination, and this is the creation myth as I have now decided on it. This passage is not really written very well, in my opinion, but it contains all the information that I want it to. So, without further ado, here it is:



Before mankind there was only the void, and the world was silent and without form. From this void was born God, who held the powers of the Creator and gave the world form. The creations of God were lifeless and without joy, and he was without any companion in the void save for the empty and dead world that he had created. In his frustration at his inability to bear children and bring life to the world the Creator tore himself in two and became the Father and the Mother.

Together the Father and the Mother created life, and their firstborn was called Baimaz. In time the Father and the Mother bore many children, and the world teemed with life. But the trees, animals and men of the world were still without joy, and they were too weak to survive for long, save for Baimaz. Born out of sacrifice and of love Baimaz, the first man, was the strongest and the wisest of men, and continued to live after many generations of men had passed.

The Father and the Mother asked Baimaz for help, in the hopes that his wisdom would outshine theirs, and that their children could become as strong and joyous as they.

Baimaz swore to help the Father and the Mother, but could come to no answer. He searched and pondered, finding no reason for the weakness that his brethern possessed. Determined to fulfill his oath to help his creators, Baimaz wandered the world asking every man, plant and creature, hoping that one would have a wisdom that outshone his own, but found none.

For years he wandered the barren deserts of the world, before coming across a single, mighty apple tree. The vibrance of its colour and immensity of its stature marked it out as different, and Baimaz approached it, hoping for the answer he had sought for so long.

"Take of my branches one fruit," said the great tree, "and find the greatest mountain in the world. Climb past the highest reaches of my branches and past the clouds, and there cut the fruit in half, and you should find your answer. This fruit is not for your sustenance: do not eat it, though you may desire to do so."

Baimaz climbed the great mountain. Past the highest branch of the tallest tree; past the clouds that circle the world; past the point where the air grows thin and cold he found the mountain's highest point. He cut the fruit he carried from the great tree in two, and looked within, finding nothing but the seeds of the fruit.

Baimaz sat on the mountain for many more years; refusing to descend until he had found the answer. He became old and weak, and his body became emaciated from lack of food and sleep. Finally, after much searching, Baimaz found the answer he sought, and went to the Father and the Mother to tell them the truth of their despair.

He held one half of the fruit out to them, and said,
"This is the most succulent and delicious fruit in the world. I desire to eat it and taste it, but should I do so its seeds will bear nothing but the weakest children." He then held out his other hand and the other half of the fruit, and said
"This is the most succulent and delicious fruit in the world. I desire to eat it and taste it, but I shall not, and so its seeds will bear the strongest children."

The Father and the Mother understood Baimaz, and instantly they knew the answer to their question.
"We bore you out of love and sacrifice," they said, "and so you were strong and wise. But we bore others out of sorrow, and a base desire to rule. We see that desire cannot bear strong fruit, and only sacrifice can end our sorrow and the weakness of that which we create. We request that you kill us, our great son, that our blood may rejuvinate this world, and our sacrifice shall bear the strongest of fruit. We make only one other request: that our sacrifice is never forgotten."

Baimaz obliged their first wish, and with his knife he killed them both. Free of the material world, the Father and the Mother ascended and became the God and Goddess, and resigned themselves to never interfere in the lives of men, lest their desires make the world sick and weak again.

Baimaz obliged their second wish, and he told mankind to remember the Father's and the Mother's great sacrifice forever, and to live lives of sacrifice free of want and desire, and to love one another that they may all become strong.

With the wishes of the Father and the Mother fulfilled, Baimaz knew that now he too must pay a sacrifice. To gain the answer that he sought he had weakened himself, and he was too weak to recover. With the last of his strength, Baimaz returned to the desert where the great and wise tree once grew. He saw that the once vibrant tree was now bereft of fruit and leaves, for it must sacrifice its beauty for half of the year, that it may remain strong and fruitful.

His life had been filled with strength and great wisdom, and so no small sacrifice could be paid. Baimaz again climbed the highest mountain. Past the highest branch of the tallest tree; past the clouds that circle the world; past the point where the air grows thin and cold lies Baimaz's corpse, still anchored to this world. But his sacrifice was not without reward, and now he resides in paradise with the God and the Goddess as their son, and the protector of all mankind.



The person who lists the most similarities to real mythology gets a cookie.