It was dark in the beginning. I don't know how long it was, just that it was. I
had the feeling that I was making a choice. Without language, I made my
choice; and was born.
I opened my eyes are looked around. I looked at my body. I was tall, and
slender. Something about me looked elegant. My skin was pale, and silky. My
hair was silky, too. It hung like loose threads of light brown, and I
instinctively tucked my hair behind my ears. My ears. My tall, pointed,
sharp ears. With them, I could hear for miles around. There was a word for
me. A word for a body like this. Elf. I had a word for it. I had a
language. I opened my mouth to speak, but so many new words raced through
my head, so instead I just gapped.
At my feet laid some clothes and I picked them up and put them on. It was a
basic, short skirt, and a white tunic. It fit like it was made for my body.
Everything was new and wonderful. It was like being hit with every sensation in
the world at once. I laughed, and startled myself with my own girlish
voice. I was hit with all the world's sensations all at once. And every
sensation, from the wind's kisses on my bare legs to the sounds of battles
raging on in the distance, felt exhilerating to experience.
I realized my mouth was still open. I shut it. Blinking, I peered into the
distance and found I did not have to peer. My sight was as sharp as my
hearing. Elf. There was a word for me.
Not too far in the distance stood a large tree. Mothertree. I already knew what
it was. The Mothertree. She was the first elf, and from her, all other
elves are born. Mothertree. And the land surrounding her on all sides was
the Mothertree Glades. The Glades were low, grassy hills, spotted here and
there with patches of trees. Scattered across the land were elves like me,
doing battle with beasts and monsters. I felt safety in the shadow of the
Mothertree, and hastened toward it.
Under it's shadows I found the base of a bridge and a small crowd of elves. In
the center of the crowd was a grand woman, with several legs comming from
her back. She looked intimidating, indeed. She was arachnid and the Queen
of the Pixies. "How do I know this?" I surprised myself with my first
thought. It felt good, to be able to think. I laughed out loud, just so I
could hear myself make a noise. My laugh was light and airy, emphasising
further my girlish voice.
A male approached me as if he had been waiting for me this whole
time. "Greetings, Brother. I am a Mother Temp." I blinked at him. A Mother
Temp. He'll tell me what to do. And he did.
made by: Marci Rake