The Dawn Gods War
Dance Of The Damned volume 2; Chapter 2
Forward;
“All things have a beginning. All things have an ending. In between exists everything. While an obvious statement, the consequences, choices, and perception of all exists within the middle.
It is the filling that holds purpose and meaning in the great cosmic pierogi of the universe.
Och, pierogi, paistig, pastie, empanada or the eternal burrito, call it what you will. It all means the same thing.”
Llew
There was a time, once long ago that the Aos Sidhe were sane. A time of peace, of art, of exploration. A time of Dragons, a time before war was known. A time before the madness.
Floating, drifting on the various up drafts, they dominated the washed out blue of the skies.
The wide shallow sea lay still, without a ripple. A mirror laid out stretching beyond the horizon. Seen from the distance it was as if hundreds of explosively colored butterflies floated above a great mirror.
These were not butterflies.
These were adult Draeg, it was the season of mating.
The rainbow colored draeg danced, sang, drifting like so many flowers caught in a breeze.
The sea bottom writhed In a kaleidoscopic vision.
Rainbow hued nymphs , excited by the pheromones from the mating frenzy above the sea, moved in a fractal chaos.
The pheromones triggered internal hormonal response , which in turn resulted in the eel like nymphs to enter a dormant phase. Their skin hardening , transforming into cocoons, for their transformation into full draconic form. In one complete seasonal cycle of Falias, three seasonal years on Gorias, One half a seasonal cycle on Murias.
The sea shores will be covered in New born Draeg, about the size of a house cat, drying their new wings in the constant shore breeze. The wings , being translucent, casting prismatic rainbow shadows all about them.
The mirror seas, the deep green of the surface moss that covered most of Falias, the flight of Grown Draeg , that cavorted while proving a protection for their young, casting more prismatic rainbow shadows
A cacophony of colors. A symphony of light.
Aos Sidhe, watched from afar.
The scene , majestic, and nearly overwhelming. No, not nearly. Completely overwhelming.
Not as overwhelming however, as the choosing, which was yet to come.
After the young Draeg wings had dried and rudimentary flight accomplished, the Adult Draeg would select Aos Sidhe, and carry them to the choosing.
Young Draeg would seek their chosen. The Aos Sidhe that resonated with the Draeg on a quantum level, the pair quantum entangled. The Choosing, is a bond beyond life .
A union on Physical, Psychological and Quantum-Spiritual/Psychic levels. Minds, thoughts, emotions shared in the Choosing. The Choosing, is a free association. One of the greater joys of being Aos Sidhe.
Falias was the smallest of the Four worlds. Rich, green, wet, with a ring of Moonlets, gracing the night skies.
The gravity was nearly half that of Murias, home world. Those Aos Sidhe of Falias enjoyed full advantage. Their vestigial wings, worked quite well for Flight through the skies of Falias.
It was a time of exuberant existence.
The People, reigned over The four Worlds , and a handful of planetoids, moons in orbit around the Two largest gas giant planets.
Gorias, the closest to the Sun,
Finias the third planet, A blue and white beauty.
With three moons.
Falias, the Fourth planet with her ring of moonlets,
And The crown jewel of the System, Murias, the Fifth planet. Homeworld, of the Aos Sidhe, home of the creators.
The year of Murias, one complete cycle of seasons was twice the length of those on Falias, four times that of Finias.
One Year of Murias, equals two years of Falias, and Four years of Finias, and six years of Gorias.
On Home, the only calendar observed was that of Home.
Off world, the seasonal year of Falias became the standard. Falias being the First world settled and transformed.
Dierdre, crimson haired, sapphire eyes, blood red lips, mistress of Falias, Lady to Fionn, PenDraeg, Lord of Falias. Deirdre enjoyed sailing the shallow seas of her home. The high prowed narrow Talon ships could cruise at high speeds. Wing like sails and hydroplaning water wings, lifted the swift craft a good length of stride above the still waters.
With no central lunar mass to cause them, the seas of Falias knew no tides.
The mirror seas did know raging storms that could blow in, and sweep across the seas like wildfires. Wildfires of lightning, thunder, water spouts, croisc Anfa( twisted storms), and driving rain.
It was sailing those storms that brought Deirdre her greatest joys. Outside of the arms of her beloved at any rate.
Oh, but making love in the midst of those storms. That, yes, that was perfection manifest. Out of control passions cradled in, excited by the madness of storms. That let one know that they were fully alive.
Decadent, delicious, Deirdre. Knew she was alive. She relished in her experience. Deirdre, Daughter of Danu-Isis, Daughter of the Dagda-Osiris, Was restless. Impatient. These formal ceremonial presentations were such a nuisance.
Still well under a Falian century, Deirdre held all of the unbridled energies and need to move, to do, to be, that youth encompasses. However her presence was required. Her newborn sister was being presented formally before the Court today.
Cathbadua,
The youngest of the Dynasty of Don. Princess , Duchess, and Baroness, Cathbadua. Princess of Falias, Baroness of Gorias, Duchess of Finias.
For Her part, baby Catha slept and farted throughout the boring procedure.
Deirdre envied her little sister.
The Court Ooo’d and Ahhh’d and Coo’d as required.
Once Catha , while being held up before the Creators for their approval. Grunted, and farted loudly.
Deirdre couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. As did her Father Dagda-Osiris. Which earned hard looks from Mom, though even the Queens lips twitched in amusement.
Sighing the Queen was heard to murmur, ” Only the mad, the ancient elders, and newborns are free to voice their true thoughts...”
The court struggled, divided. Half fighting not to laugh in agreement. Half mortified by the irreverence.
Soon enough, required rites, respects and oaths were finished. The newborn Cathbadua safely tucked into her nursery. The formal gathering degenerated into joyful chaos.
The morrow would see to a choosing.bThe court had been informed by various Draeg that Deirdre was being called for choosing.
The Aos Sidhe, flew upon Dragon ships, on the Seas, flew upon Dragons in the Skies, flew upon their own wings upon the winds.
It was damnably difficult to discern, who served whom, the Draeg or Aos Sidhe. The two species so intertwined as to live almost as one species.
Both , Clearly served the Creators of Murias without question.
The Draeg were the only other intelligent life within the Solar system, Not created by the Murians.
They evolved on the fourth planet independent of Murias.
By the time the first interplanetary probes, carrying Aos Sidhe arrived at Falias, the Draeg had developed, and for uncounted eons had dwelt between the worlds.
Throughout their existence, No One knows what the natural lifespan of the Draeg is.
The Draeg never stop growing. Never.
The bigger the Dragon, the older the Dragon.
Beginning at about the size of a house cat,
They grow immensely.
Once they become too large for a planetary existence, they move on into the immensity between worlds.
While oxygen breathers, the Biochemistry of the Draeg, does not require an atmosphere.
The same chemical process that allows them to exude fire, even in a vacuum, produces the oxygen they need.
So long as they have a food source, they live and grow.
Planet side, Draeg eat, whatever they choose. Disputing the desire of Draeg never ended well. Those foolish enough to do so usually became a snack.
Organic sources did tend to provide more than sufficient sources.
Off world, the Draeg, eat Comets, specifically, the Ice compounds , often following comets in their orbits.
Many Adult Draeg, reside in the extensive Oort clouds. A nutrient rich food supply.
While between worlds, the Draeg are limited in mobility. Unable to generate constant thrust, they rely upon gravity, and solar winds.
The Draeg had been aware of Murias, long before the Murians even suspected their existence.
First contact caught only the Murians by surprise.
The Draeg , in the mature state are four limbed. Fresh hatched from the egg, a Draeg nymph, resembles a small oarfish in appearance. After emerging from their cocoon, they appear as a Four limbed, butterfly winged, moving kaleidoscope.
The true hands, those two limbs closest to their head , held four clawed “fingers” between two clawed opposable ” Thumbs”.
The rear feet held five claws, four toes and an opposable thumb claw.
This made them incredibly adept at manipulation of objects.
Their translucent wings, were Photo reactive. Reacting to light and electro magnetic fields.
The photo electric effect generates electric currents.
Their scales responded to external stress, by producing electric charge. They also provided for chameleon like color shifting camouflage. To strike a Drag physically, resulted in a electric discharge, grounding through whatever ever impacted the Draeg.
To hit a draeg was to be subject to being struck down by a proportional electric charge
The Draeg could utilize these sources of energy.
To communicate the Draeg incorporated a complex structure. Consisting of visual signals, via wing and scale colors. High frequency radio waves, and extreme low frequency radio waves. The Draeg spoke among themselves, mind to mind, via Radiowaves.
Five hundred thousand cycles, brought about selective adaptation, evolution, of Draeg and AOS SIDHE.
The creators of Murias incorporated elements of Draeg DNA, into the AOS Sidhe.
This created a bond.
An ability for Draeg and AOS Sidhe, to communicate with each other without spoken words. A communication on a quantum level combined with pure thought. Aos Sidhe and Draeg, quantum entangled.
This relationship, molded the two peoples into effectively one.
Before the war, brought by the Fomorii,
There was no war. No violence, no deceptions, there was only, life and the experience of life.
The creators of Murias, experienced the solar system vicariously through the AOS Sidhe.
Then, the Fomorii, tried to destroy Finias.
Nearly successfully.
The Demon of war had been awakened.
The Demon , has an unending appetite for death and destruction.
The response of the Fomorii left Murias a cloud of rubble orbiting the sun.
The moons of the gas giants were incinerated.
Back and forth.
Tit for tat.
The Aos Sidhe transformed into madness.
The Fomorii learned fear.
The demons of war were well fed
.I would surmise, that resentment and envy played into the madness.
Revolt being inevitable.
No matter the power, knowledge or capabilities,
Those that exist within spacetime, can not ever be, Gods.
Only GOD, the primal cause, first observer, that exists outside of spacetime is GOD.
Everything within is a creation, a universe of Creations, problematic though they may be.
Regardless of ego, awareness, or delusion,
Everything within spacetime is a creation.
ONLY GOD, the creator that is, outside of spacetime, is or can be a GOD.
It is profound stupidity to think otherwise.
That didn’t stop the creations from self serving arrogance and delusions of grandeur, from trying to pretend otherwise.
Pride goeth before the fall.
Pride leads the way to the fall.
Gravity works.
Everything within spacetime falls.
EVERY THING.
We exist in a universe, in process of falling.
We Are Fallen.
Everything within spacetime,
Exists in a macabre dance with damnation.
We damn ourselves.
We live in a dance of the Damned.
Entropy is fact.
GOD like, does not translate into being GOD.
It means, like, as if, similar,
None of which are true in any of the aspects.
The Creators , of Murias could not leave their world.
They fabricated beings that could. Drones so to speak.
The creators forgot that they themselves were, creations.
Which led to hubris, delusion, and, destruction.
GOD did not curse them. GOD merely watched them curse themselves.
Choices.
Our choices define us.
Our choices create the reality of our experience.
Choices , it all boils down to Choice.
Who do you choose to be? What type of person do you choose to be?
Who are the friends, you choose?
Who are the enemies you choose?
What are the values, you choose?
The human cattle, scuttled about, sheltering in caves, canyon, mountains, deep jungles, remote islands. Seeking desperately to find refuge from the destruction wreaked by this war of the gods. Several times the Fomorii nearly succeeded in wiping out the human cattle.
The results being, that the Fomorii became in myth, The Titans, the forces of destruction and death.
While the AOS SIDHE became, the Gods, saviors, protectors. Gods that demanded blood , in return for protection.
An endless cycle,
The damned create the damned,
The Dance of the damned.
We All pay the piper for the tune.
Our Tears, are the wine of fate.
