The Second Three

Dark is torn open by the light and shadows shred into blue black ribbons. Light and dark, night and day, tangle into a haze of gray.

Where there was silence, there is sound. Where there was stillness, there is motion. Where there was the intangible, there is tangible. Where there wasn't, there is.

Anyas is the first voice, dark as its cloak of night, cold as it's blanket of black. "I feel."

Olendar is the second voice, bright as it's cloak of lightning, hot as it's crown of fire. "I burn."

Tellus is the third voice, mysterious as it's unknowable absence, musical as it's harmony of both. "I dream."

Together they are a song of many and none, of time and timelessness.

From their eyes and hands, lips and loins, spills the world.

Tellus, that which gives and takes, captures and frees, in truth and deceit speaks: "I weave" For Tellus has the chain of truth, spun from its hair and melded by its intent.

Olendar, That which hears and knows, learns and seeks, finds and hides, speaks: "I know". For Olendar has the Band of Wisdom, molded from its bone, scored by its mighty heat.

Anyas, that which lives and dies, attacks and retreats, destroys and creates, speaks: "I concor." For Anyas has the Fist, torn from its flesh and formed by its will.

From the three comes reality.

"There must be light, heat, fire" Olendar tosses its heart into the west and names it Calcine! "Forever may she burn!

"There must be dark, cold, shadows" Anyas cast its heart into the east and names her Violaceous! "Forever may she watch!

"There must be fire and ice, hot and cold, dark and light" Tellus tears out its heart and throws it high into the middle of the two. It names him Heliotrope! "He wil have them both, forever!"