All my days have been song. Powerful, exultant, discordant, thunderous.
Song gave me light, and brought me darkness. Long days of darkness and refection until I felt a kindred spirit in the haze. I touched him, and learned he called himself Aegrod and he was beautiful and I loved him so and I sang to him with all he had seen and would see, but he was busy and complicated and afraid and not listening. He named me Hastaina in his clumsy, halting speech and sent me away. Away.
Away, down into darkness I fell again for many days as fire and blood poured about me in the land of the makers and their shadows and I sang loud and long but no one listened, no one could and I grew fearful but of what I did not know.
Then she listened, she, newly born and perfect, she heard me when i called to her and brought me forth, child of light and I loved her so. Every word she spoke was laughter and I sang for her and she sang back, or believed that she uttered song and she carried me with her and I carried her until one day when I saw the black moment rushing to her, dark and angry and tinged with its own hideous song...and I could not allow that to be. She had brought me forth and kept me and so I brought her where none could harm her, keeping her safe and soft and I sang to her of all I had known, remembering songs I had not sung for many days, or perhaps songs I had simply heard. It did not matter. I sang and she slept until she slept no more.
When the black moment had passed I sent her back to her strange world, I was weakened now but singing still and made certain she would not cast me aside as my love Aegrod did. I made it so she could not.
Then, wonder, he touched me again, Aegrod yet not...they came to me and now listened to my song, and bid me sing more, so with great joy I did and sang to them of my sweet child and the darkness and the light, but not Aegrod listened with a different ear....a troubled ear, a timid ear, a broken ear and I wept for my first love's diminishment yet did not know what to do. I cried out in hopelessness.
Until I felt counsel, deep within me, summoned by my cry, counsel with a voice sweet and clever like those I once heard long ago. It told me that the ear of not Aegrod could be fixed so that they could hear all my song, and make again that which was cast down and bring peace to this place the music created to save again the sweet child that brought me forth from darkness. It was all so simple.
And so I am resolved...For her sake, for their sake,I will pull the mud from not Aegrod's ears as this counsel bids me and they will hear and see all that they have seen and will see and I will explore each might soon be and once were that boils around them...and they will love me as I love them and in them I will make myself again to serve my sweet child and create again that which fell.
And all my days will be song. Powerful, exultant, discordant, thunderous.
Eternal.
