The Legend of Miaree

Chapter Two

In the beginning, God set the heavens aglow with a golden light to guide the feet of nocturnal travelers and to light the dense juplee forests so that hungry ifflings might continue their feasting on broad, fat leaves.

It was a blessing, the light, the broad splash of fire which appeared low in the evening sky and grew with the movement of The World to burn night away and to cover the dome of the sky with its glory.

From the lowly ifflings, God created Artonuee to love the beauty which fought the darkness. The light was good. And the Artonuee flourished and partook of God’s wisdom and flew on the wings of the sun and, coming too near, angered Her.

For to gain a world, and another, Artonuee forsook God and, in punishment, were doomed.

She spake: From the ifflings you came. To the ifflings return, and in the end, to eternal fire.

And the fires in the darkness grew as the Artonuee grew, and their thunder could be heard, and the end was ordained not quickly, but with inevitable slowness—eternal death marching down the blackness, sending messengers of light and radiation to remind the Artonuee of their transgressions.

Struggling against God’s anger, the Artonuee bellowed out into the cold void in drivers and sought refuge, but did not find it, being limited by God’s divine will.