In the beginning, there was a flickering light in
the dark. The light awakened whom it revealed sleeping in the darkness. Nomra
opened her eyes to a shapelessness. All was dark but the Light.
Nomra reached
out and touched the light and droplets fell from her fingers, smaller lights
were born. The small lights followed her as she roamed the dark. The Light
revealed the shapeless matter of the Dark and Nomra delighted in trailing her
hands through it, forming the darkness as the Light solidified it into concrete
matter. She made mountains and valleys and many strange formations. But she
grew bored with taking small lights from the Light and with forming the
darkness into landscapes.
At last the Light fell upon Neron, asleep, but the
Light could not wake him. Nomra gazed upon him and was lonely. She spoke the
first word and he awakened at her voice. Nomra and Neron were complete; they
walked through the dawning and Nomra formed wonders for her love and he
delighted in them.
Her first gift was an ocean, which Neron called
Nomra-A-Neh, because it was beautiful like Nomra. She created a mountain that
made light in its belly and he called it Neronimahnon because he loved it so.
She gave him trees and flowers, streams and lakes.
Together, Nomra and Neron walked through the
darkness, and the Light followed them, illuminating their joy. Their feet
turned the void beneath them and their path led them in a circle and the Light
circled the newly formed land.
Nomra and Neron took the small lights and explored
the darkness that lay above and below the path of Light. Nomra rounded the two
ends of the land and Neron was charmed by the ball of matter and called in
Oramon, for it was his favorite gift of all. And around Oramon all was dark but
the Light that circled it.
Neron took from the Dark above and with the
smaller lights formed his first gift for Nomra. She called it horse and it was
fleet and with it she could circle Oramon and see all she had created. Neron
made more living creatures, for his skill and love were great.
Nomra loved his creations, especially the winged
creatures that made beautiful music for her.
Nomra made a high mountain cliff
that over looked her sparkling ocean and there she would sit, watching the
birds wheel over the waves, waiting for them to land on her outstretched arms
and sing their praises of her creation. She named the mountain cliff Amalteron
for it was a place of glory.
To Be Continued!
