The Creation Of Everything Chapter I

Long ago, at the tip-top Mt. Gilliamarakev, stood a woman, beautiful in all aspects, whether outwardly or inwardly. She stood there, looking at the dark matter all around her, Chaos. Mt. Gilliamarakev was very high, higher than anything, reaching ever so slowly and majestically up to the skies. 'Twas higher than Wiz Khalifa. The only occupant of this majestic magykform was that beautiful woman. As she stared down into the blackness, she contemplated about her life, which never ends. Yes, she was immortal, because she was a deity. Of who? Of what? She wondered, and a glint in her already twinkling, impossibly coloured eyes was seen, and this amazing apparition ran off to find what she needed.

She came back later with a mound of beautiful red liquid, glistening in a light which its source is indefinable. It was not a container of, yet it was a liquid. Such was the power of this woman. She literally shaped that mound of sticky-sweet red liquid, and she soon formed a shape, which slightly resembled herself, yet different at the same time. While she was a woman, the form she made, was a male.

She then, with a delicate and intricately woven ivory flute, breathed life into the form she had created. At first, it sat, dazed, looking about him. But soon, he stood up, and bowed gracefully to the beautiful woman, his creator.

"I am here, thy majesty," he said.

"I have waited this long. You shall be my spouse," she replied, curtsying elegantly back at the new figure.

"Alas, it is my will, 'tis thy will, 'tis my duty, and 'tis thy duty, for us to be together," he said, and kissed his creator, making her slightly blush.

"You have all the right words. Together we shall rule whatever we have."

"Yes, thy majesty, quite."

And together, hand in hand, they walked off, to where, I do not really know myself, but to somewhere very joyful and merry.