EX Chapter - Mythos

The following stories have been translated into Earth's many languages by a devoted follower of Him.

The Creation Myth of Ancient Larila:

In a star, it arrived.
With it, Larila.
It festered in the land.
Burrowed into the sky.
Soon had come.
With each shine of light,
Larila grew.
Soon was set.
With the loss of bright,
Larila slept.
When Soon returned,
Larila was no more.
Soon cried, and rain was formed.
Where Larila slept,
Larila was born.

The first great human empire, Larila, often told such a story. Historians don't treat it as fact, but many people in many countries still feel a sentimental appreciation for it.

The oldest play known to have been performed was of this tale, where it was expanded to include a villain named Aav, the god of dreams. In these variations, Soon bestows the god of dreams Aav upon Larila to occupy her in her sleep, yet with each passing night, Larila is tempted further into an endless dream by the mischievous god's false promises.

Nowadays, plenty of young city girls dream of performing as Larila during their school's theatre week. Few have this dream come true, but all are Larilan, in the end.

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The Creation Myth of Continent Itlan:

But one sleep ago, in an empty land, the God Itlan awoke.
To where had he been brought? From where did he come? Itlan knew not.
From clearest rock, he forged a horse, and began to roam the land.
One day he met a Human soul whose beauty met no rival.
She claimed that Creation had left, and all food had gone.
The smitten God saw chance to make this Human his own.
"I will forge a land of farms, but in return, I seek your heart."
In agreement, the two separated for 9 weeks. When they next met, the land was green and fertile.
But the Human's heart was not won so easily.
"Without Creation, the crops will have no Sun."
Once again, Itlan left to sate the Human's wants, and 9 weeks later, a Star shone above.
The Human knew not how to smile.
"Should rain not water the land, nothing should grow."
Itlan continued to humour the Human's desires.
The clouds in the sky would water the crops.
The forests would fill with gentle animals.
One by one, the God would forge things anew, creating the world that Creation had left.
He forged blades of beginnings. Of happiness, of love, of peace.
But the Human's heart would never be won.
Unwilling to offer herself to the generous God, she spoke those words:
"To a lie, you forged a world."
And to that world, Itlan would curse.
As an aspect of the Creator, the Forge God knew only to create.
When iron met heat, a volcano burned the land.
The clouds grew dark, and rain fell with no end.
He forged blades of endings. A blade of hurt, of hate, of death.
Reforging the world that Creation had left.
He resolved himself to create a world that wished to end.
And when iron meets heat, another Human will depart this dreadful place.

It's questionable whether this myth was meant to be paired with Larila's creation myth, or whether it has been altered over the years to fit into the dominant empire's faith. There's little known evidence to support either side, though that's never stopped hotheaded Soonsiters from arguing about it.

Little is known about the earliest civilisations of Continent Itlan, but it is known that the land was once besieged by the Larilan Empire. In the resulting decades, the plagued land became known as the Kingdom of Eraidus, named after the God of Slow Death, Eraideaus.
Unfortunately, the only known mention of The God of Slow Death is in regards to this kingdom's creation. Presumably, the Larilan Empire destroyed more than just land and people.

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50 Years Before Death - He Left Behind For Us:

It was but a few lifetimes ago when he first walked beneath Soon's light.
He journeyed farther than any other, and was known by every land, yet no one knew why he walked.
We had nothing he could want.
Once, he was immortal, infinite, ever-present. With each step, something was lost.
But time carried him along to the only place that mattered.
From his weary hands, his weapon fell to the ground. Mundane crafts, blades, bows, and more.
So too did he leave us weapons unknown.
A steel bow that shot orbs.
A metal shell that erased life.
A bright cube that shattered the skies.
He fought all who opposed him, defeated all who opposed him, and brought civilisation to its knees.
But he was no king, he was no leader; he was a traveller.
He never stopped to speak. He never knew our names. He didn't care about anything.
All that mattered was his unknown journey. Like a monster, to us.
But in all that was left behind, his memories could be salvaged.
He travelled so far to save one girl.
A girl who never knew this world.
A girl who needed her father.
He could've killed us all, but instead, he raised us up.
To go as far as one can go to save one woman, one girl, one child.
In death, he taught us how to live.
It's in all he left behind.

A modern poem written by Arthright Crom, a pioneer in Earthling prose. In the 50 years since, Crom has devoted himself to keeping universal language alive in the arts, believing that true peace can only be found by spreading His message.
Unfortunately for Crom, his (and his students') texts have been outlawed in many countries, for He brought forth the collapse of civilisations and led settlements worldwide into ruin.
There is, however, one exception to this ban: the Larilan maps Crom would often print alongside His memoirs.
If ever you are lost, simply follow what He left us.

"To go as far as one can go to save one woman, one girl, one child." - a global motto for initiatives of all kinds.