The Birth of a World

  A great ball of flame travels through the burning darkness. Hissing, spitting, flying at unimaginable speeds. Nothing else can be seen, nothing but the hot, red light. Hurtling through time and empty space, forever and ever….

…until it starts to fall downward, through a dark blue fog. Past the fog is a murky darkness, an ocean of black glass. The fiery sphere sinks into the blackness, engulfed and vanishing. For a moment.

Only.

  And then bursting forth comes a new thing, still on fire. A bird, crying out into the silent night. It flaps its’ giant wings, sparks and flames leaping off as if alive. The bird flies upward, rising far above the ocean. Fiery light shines, cutting through the formidable darkness.

 The light, the hot reflection, spreads across the dark expanse, farther and farther the higher the bird flies. A cry from the burning creature and dark shapes rise up from the water. Sharp towering land forms, cutting through the glassy sea. Pushing and fighting in desperation, spreading like fire.

  As the land continues to rise and spread, the bird folds in its’ wings and drops towards the land. Just before it’s too late, it spreads its wings once more and glides across the new ground. As it does, its fiery wings skim across everything. Little trails of fire appear and spread, forming together into strange shapes.

  The fire burns for a moment and then melts away, leaving behind green things. Some tall and some short, all alive and ready to live.

  Another cry from the now dark red bird causes more motion in the black water. Splashing and commotion, and shapes appear in the water, fighting to get to the land. All sizes, making all sorts of noises, two of each similar creature. Many make it to the land and decided to stay. Others remain in the darkness, finding comfort in the still calm. All of them start to discover things, enjoying this new life.

  But the darkness is still very foreboding, the water, and all around them as well. The flaming bird gazes at everything as it glides above them all. They are happy, but they need something. Two things.

  Great wings flapping one more time, rising higher than before, light shining across the entire world. All the animals watch in amazement at the shining figure. The bird gives a final cry, and then explodes into a billion drops of fire. Most of the droplets rain down on those below and they begin to dance in joy. Several of the droplets, however, form together into a perfect shining sphere, and hangs there in the sky, chasing away the darkness, and giving warmth.

  The animals finally begin to disperse, ready to live their lives, but then they stop when they see something else in the sky.

  A flaming feather, gently floating down to the newly created earth. As the creatures watch and wonder what it means, the feather splits in half and falls to the ground. As they watch, two new creatures appear and stand before the animals.

And so that world began.