#ventanus

It was drawn to a sudden stop when Celestis unfurled her coils, releasing a flood of salty water between the mountains and finally she just wailed in shattered sorrow, her chiming voice cutting through the very hearts of the others, “Stop it! Stop fighting I beg you!” Her scales shuddered as she shivered in the rain of the storm from the cold and grief, “Please… I beg you.”

Ventanus let up the rain and landed near but was too ashamed to approach closer, their wings drooping as they looked to Terra, “Perhaps we… we went too far. Order isn’t a bad thing to have…”

He huffed and relented as well, his fur bristling in his embarrassment and shared shame, “…and some chaos is needed,” he looked at the wild mountains scattered about, the largest made by Cel’s first fall. The scene illuminated by the sun in the slowly clearing blue sky.

“Anger should not be our first reaction ever again. Of any of us, the only innocent party is Celestis. She is the one that deserves apologies, not excuses. And I am sorry for attacking you Tierrahnor,” Sol turned to Cel and hopped on top of her head to sit, “And I am sorry to you Celestis, for not hearing your pain sooner than I did.”

“I know,” Ventanus perked up, “Let’s make a permanent reminder for ourselves, something we can gift to Celestis? Something important to each of us?”

Tierrahnor nodded in agreement, “Then I will offer some of the earth I have gathered here…” he pulled at the underside of the plains and moutains, using his pull to form this extra into a ball instead of the flat plane he had created.

Sol, remembering he had already given away the Stars to her announced, “I will gift a way to light to this dirt ball you’ve made, it will be reflective and bright enough that my suns can make it glow when the stars are out. I’ll even put away my biggest sun so your stars can shine sometimes.”

Ventanus looked at the many pockets of water, the biggest being the pool of salty tears, “I don’t have as much to give but I will happily let this influence the water and weather here, at a lesser extent than I.”

Cel smiled as her tears had quieted and she reached out and hugged the other two gods, “Thank you. I love it, this moon has a bit of all of us now.”

With all four touching, and cheerful now, a sense of harmony spread across them and the base world we know now was connected through them.

She let them go and in turn decided to commemorate this they should make each other gifts to have closer than just the moon as well, and the artifacts of the divine were made…

Hex stamps out the last embers of his fire and sighs as the story ends, “And that concludes the creation of the base of the world we know. The birth and growth of the divine to how they are known in the remaining stories in this old book,” he kicks some dirt over the fire pit before heading into his tent…

Mod note: This is pretty much a good scale of their sizes to each other, does not mean I’ll keep to it but it is. And credit for the mlp style moon is based on mattbas’s vectors on deviant art

Sol fought with the bulky god taking hits and giving them back. Their horns and fury growing with every clash his own formed hooks to slid the other’s horns away.

The fighting threw up more mountains and carved canyons, digging out and raising the compounding rock. Slowly less dust was gathering as the farthest nebula clouds were out of his reach. But still their fighting was stirring something else.

Cel barely got up from the fall and cried for them to stop but the chimes of her voice was lost as the very air that had gathered around them turned into a gale and both the fighting deity were struck with lightning from the sudden storm.

Sol got up and abandoned the fight to go to help Celestis up the rest of the way.

‘My birthdate,’ she says, noticing Ventanus watching her.

‘There were two codes,’ he says.

‘I have two birthdays. My organic incept, and my date of full-plug modification. Hesst knew both.’

‘You were close,’ notes Ventanus.

‘Yes,’ she replies. ‘He was, I suppose, my husband. My life partner. The Mechanicum does not think in such old-fashioned terms, and our social connections are more subtle. But yes, captain, we were close. A binary form. I miss him. I do this for him.’

The lift shutters open. For a second, Ventanus felt envious. However approximate to standard human her relationship with Hesst might have been, it was still something.

From “Know No Fear”