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In the beginning there was the great chasm known as Chaos to our ancestors the Titans; an abyss beneath all of existence, an amorphous abstraction beyond abstractions. That void birthed darkness, the father of night, and death. In emptiness there was only silence and endless dark until from Eros (desire), the self-revealed core abstraction hidden within, came love. From love, light was born, and from light pure energy, and then an explosion, and so Earth was born.
Erebos, the primordial darkness gave Earth night, and from night came breath, the breath all sentient beings eventually breath. Aether the heavenly light made day the earthly light. And from night alone there was doom, along with fate, dreams, sleep and death, and the primordial Nemesis that punishes they of hubris. All things that haunt men were born in darkness.
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The spirit of the earth was known as Ge, her one true love was Sky, who surrounded her on all sides. From the womb of Ge were born all the sentient creatures of the earth, humankind from her soil, and so the children of Earth were the color of her soil, thrusted into this unsettled world, with Chaos never far.
The primordial spirits birthed all of Earth’s children, most notably the sea spirit, born untamable, of the spirits of earth and chaos.
The first humans called themselves Gaians, and worshiped her alone, and appealed to her for solace, begging her protection from Chaos.
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The first humans only had the drastically changing climate to contend with, which thanks to the spirit of Chaos remained in flux, keeping humankind on their feet. Men would hunt for days while women would gather the fruits of the Earth, singing to their mother as praise for her gifts.
Gaea planted the first seed and became distinguished amongst women as the embodiment of Ge, elevating women over men as leaders of planting ceremonies. Gaea was a wise woman, teaching our kind of the many nature spirits dwelling within her mother.
There was a time of rest, though thanks to Chaos, the seasons change. What ground was once fertile grew only to die, and so begins our tale.
“Gaea,” cried the gatherers, “We’re hungry.” A hunter approaches Gaea as she sits atop a dying tree strumming her own cheek in thought. “Gaea,” the hairy hunter cries, “We’ve no meat. We’re tired and cold. Are you no longer the voice of the Earth Mother? What does she say?” Gaea, covered from head to toe in tribal designs, turns her raised eyebrow down towards the clan, “Patience is the virtue of the Earth. Stay faithful,” she replies before turning back to the distance. “Why won’t it grow?” Gaea squints in thought. “The sky,” she says as she looks up, “The Sky has changed. The air is chilled. The seed requires warmth in my mother.” Flakes of snow begin to fall over the dry Earth. “Rain?” Gaea wonders out loud as she hops from the tree. To her dismay it becomes clear, the spirit of rain has frozen solid. “We must head to the cave for shelter,” she informs the Gaians.
Pelasg watches from a hill through his untamed gray locks. The thousand year-old hooded stranger of his clan, Pelasg spent most of his time alone watching the heavens glide by. Few Gaians know of the many children he fathered in lands to the east and west during his travels, before finding himself amongst other earthly kin. He’d never bother to tell them but he’s somewhat famous in those parts.
“Her magic has run dry,” Pelasg takes note as the sun begins to disappear from the sky and out come the many stars. Pelasg knew them all by name, and in the thunder he heard the voice of the Sky Father speak, “Go,” he says. Pelasg shivered at the sound. “You must go to Potamos,” rumbles the Sky Father. Down the hill Pelasg stumbles into the crowd as they make their way to the cave to be sheltered and warmed by a great fire. “Children of Ge,” calls Pelasg, “The sky hath spoken to me, and revealed our fate.” The Gaians turn in surprise, and looks at the wild eyed Pelasg midst the flickering light of the cave. His big gray beard continues to speak, “We must migrate, to the west, to a land called Potamos.” The crowd is mostly silent. Gaea at the furthest end of the cave approaches to see Pelasg clearly. She stares into the man’s soul and feels the spirit of Eros. A hunter approaches Pelasg, “And we are suppose to accept the claims of a madman whose only kin are clouds? Go back to your hill stargazer.” Gaea chimes in, “Be not crass with Palasg. He speaks to the moon at night. He has been touched by her.” The crowd is silent again in respect of Gaea. “Show us the way Sky,” she exclaims.
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With the lead of Pelasg, and the Sky Father, the Gaians journeyed miles in only days, finding every possible shelter, and every small pond of fish. They journeyed through wood, and made good use of the game. They did not however settle and Pelasg would not let them. A shooting star would cross the sky at night, and Pelasg, who slept alone on a hill on the nights it didn’t snow would know where to head next. Finally, after a month or so of travel , Pelasg had found the X that marked the spot. A golden blade with a slight curved shape, sticking in a rock before a great body of water, surrounded by woods. “Holy Potamos,” he exclaims. “This is the place you spoke of?” Gaea wonders aloud. “This is it. The Sky Father hath willed it,” responds Pelasg. “I have great thirst,” says a hunter. “Go now and drink my kin, for this water is sacred. The Sky Father speaks to Pelasg. He hath guided us here safely, and proven himself to the clan,” Gaea exclaims. “But beware,” Pelasg interjects, “The Sky Father hath warned that the sword must stay put. None must possess it.” The thirsty travelers go quickly to Potamos to drink, Pelasg’s warning having fell on the ears of the deaf. Gaea though stays behind by Pelasg and grabs his hand tightly. Pelasg feels the warmth in her grip and turns to Gaea who speaks to him in a firm tone, “Eros has taken hold,” she informs. “Are we to be a union?” Pelasg aloofly responds. Gaea pulls him in to kiss him on the lips. In an instant he also feels Eros, rising up with the blood in lower extremities. He awkwardly kisses her back. She ignores the awkwardness and presses up against a tree, messaging his genital region before they both stumble into the forest with giggles, stripping their warmer clothes for a more primal dress. Down to the dirty they fall. “Here the seed shall grow,” Gaea asserts as she grabs Pelasg by the face, and squeezes him into hers with a big wet kiss. The two made love through the winter and when the sun returned Pelasg walked down to Potamos and ritually cleansed himself with the sea, raising the water he cupped in his hands to the Sky father in thanks for his blessing. 
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The Gaians flourished for another few planting seasons. Gaea and Pelasg remained one flesh, even while the other Gaians shared lovers, the love of Sky and Earth was possessive and only taken upon each other. The Gaians maintained peaceful contact with the local tribes, who respected the Gaian superstitions surrounding the blade, and let them be. One Winter though things changed when giants on horse back and some on foot leading cattle arrived from further west. “Titan I am. Land is mine,” the massive leader of giants informed Gaia in his strange broken accent. “This is our soil. We’ve been here for many a planting season now. Our children have grown roots in this land. All the tribes nearby have accepted our presence,” she replies. The tribe all around watches in fear, but Pelasg seems calm. The giant tribe return with stares of stone, gritty, hairy, and full of dirt. Their horses breath heavy and foam at the mouth. “No,” shouts back Titan, “Pretty woman not stop Titan. This my land. The Sage tell Titan he chosen to bare Sacred Blade.” “The Sky Father forbid any man bare that blade,” Pelasg counters. “Titan squints at Pelasg now as if for the first and last time, starring him down as he hops from his steed. “Little man not stop Titan,” he says as he bumps past Pelasg towards the shoreline. Gaea turns and grabs a wooden spear that belonged to a hunter charging after Titan. Both clans follow but Pelasg gains the lead over Gaea and the clans, catching up with Titan, who he grabs by the shoulder. Titan turns quick snatching his dagger from sheath and inserting it into the abdomen of Pelasg who falls to the ground as Titan turns back to the blade. “No,” Gaea calls out as she drops to her knees before Sky. With tears filling her eyes Pelasg speaks his last words, gently brushing her cheek with his thumb, “Beautiful Earth, don’t cry, my father welcomes me in sky.”
Meanwhile, Titan removes the sword from the small mound of earth with ease. “Ah, yes, the sacred blade,” he remarks as he raises the blade to eye height, investigating the intricately designed carvings. “Sacred Blade,” he says aloud to himself as the sky begins to produce clouds and signs of a thunder storm. Gaea looks up. Both tribes stop in their tracks and face the sky. “Brother, the Sky Father’s blessing,” one of Titan’s tribe remarks. “I hold the power,” Titan calls and the sky fires lightening down into the blade as he raises it to the clouds. Titan claims himself “Ouranos”, meaning sky in the language of the Titan tribe. He then turns to his own tribe and proclaims, “No man shall succeed me,” before blasting solar flairs at the sky. Just then, while Titan was distracted by the force held in hand, Gaea tosses the hunting spear directly into his torso. With glowing eyes he only stares back at her, snatches the spear from his abdomen and tosses it to the ground, healing before their eyes. “Hail the holy king of Potamos,” one giant shouts and the rest of the giants kneel and bow their heads in allegiance. The Gaians bow in fear, except Gaea. “Ha,” shouts Ouranos, “Proud woman make strong wife.” That night Gaea buries Pelasg, planting a seed in the soil in his honor. Having collapse her face on the mound, Gaea cries tears which the Earth mother absorbs. The seed begins to grow before her eyes and she hears whispers from the soil. “Yes Earth mother,” she agrees, “Patience is a virtue. Titan will reap what he’s sowed.”
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Drums bang every fives seconds continuously as the steady rumble drones through the crowd of Gaians, now fused to their Titan masters by servitude and marriage. Their male offspring have mostly been slaughtered. The men old enough to fight however will will be given an opportunity to prove themselves in raids. For now they stand respectfully for the sacred wedding of their chief Ouranos and his new wife Gaea. The shaman heading the wedding directs Gaea to swear an oath of chastity to her new husband by placing her hand on the sacred blade. She looks at him with a piercing glare as she gently slides her hand over the blade which Ouranos holds aimed at her crotch. Ouranos wears an expression of gravity on his face as he watches Gaea draw blood. When she’s done, tears fill her eyes. Ouranos smiles, then grabs her by the right arm and pulls her in for a kiss, which she receives but does not embrace. “Ya,” the great Titan cheers, and so do his kin. Gaea only smiles now as she recalls the whisper in silence, one day her kin shall possess the blade.
