reciprocated by the class.
He began to pace back and forth at the front of the room, a slight frown on his face. Stopping, he looked into Ravyn’s eager face. “This is a survey class, covering many points of history, but none in any great detail. You have all come here from various walks of life, so when I’m teaching, I’ll do my best to assume that you all know nothing.”
That caused many in the class to smirk or let out a few chuckles. Donovan let out a sigh, knowing that he truly remembered nothing about history and would not be at a disadvantage in the class.
“Right, so who can tell me the myth of how the world was created?” asked Cleary.
Hands shot up around the room, Donovan and Delaney were the only two who kept their hands hidden.
“Yes?” he said looking at Ravyn.
“Ravyn Thaliard. The twelve Brothers set out to create the world based on a reflection that they’d seen in the Father’s eyes before he left them.”
Caddaric left out a laugh. “I don’t know what they teach you in the provinces, but there were thirteen brothers,” said Caddaric.
“True,” said Ravyn, “but only twelve of them actively attempted to create the world.”
“And who are you to judge the actions of your betters?”
“Yes, yes. Very good,” said Cleary absently. He was looking through the shelf at the front of the room. Unrolling a large sheet of paper, he attached it to a stand in the corner. The top of the sheet showed a close up of a face, the pupils of the eyes replaced with the representation of their world.
“Do you want to tell the story?” asked Ravyn icily.
“I think I should, so that everybody can hear the correct story.”
Caddaric continued to tell the tale, while Cleary pointed to the diagram and drew the occasional scene on the blackboard. Ravyn resigned herself to staring at the paper in front of her and taking notes while he spoke.
“In the beginning there was the Father and his thirteen sons. He offered to give them names, but they refused, considering it vain to take a name. The only exception was the second oldest son who considered himself worthier than his brothers and named himself Zeren.”
“One day the oldest son saw a reflection of a world, covered in blue seas and green landmasses, in the Father’s eyes. Soon after, the Father disappeared and the Brothers realized that he had shown them a glimpse into the future and the Father wouldn’t return until they built the world that had been seen in his eyes.”
“Twelve of the Brothers began the construction of the world. Time had no meaning to them, as eternities would pass in a blink of their eye, so no one knows how long they toiled at their labors. First they created the continents before covering the world in water, and created the plants and animals which would inhabit their creation.”
“Zeren sat back and mocked their labors, telling them that they would never achieve the perfection reflected in the Father’s eyes and he would therefore never return, no matter how long they labored. Soon he became bored and decided to add his unique personality to the world. He corrupted many beasts and serpents, growing them to gigantic sizes and instilling in them a hatred of all things living, and he placed them in the oceans. The oceans became a cautionary tale to the people that his brothers had created, and they quickly learned that some things were forbidden to them.”
“The Brothers were distraught when they saw what Zeren had done, but they elected to focus on the creation of new things and left Zeren’s monstrosities alone, hoping that their mercy would convince him to use his gifts more productively, but they were wrong.”
“Zeren continued to create new dangers. He corrupted many of the people of the lands; Human; Elf; Dwarf; Deogol or Onora, it didn’t matter. They were warped and disfigured and became known as the Shem, living alone in a wasteland on the southern continent.”
“Zeren had finally gone too
He began to pace back and forth at the front of the room, a slight frown on his face. Stopping, he looked into Ravyn’s eager face. “This is a survey class, covering many points of history, but none in any great detail. You have all come here from various walks of life, so when I’m teaching, I’ll do my best to assume that you all know nothing.”
That caused many in the class to smirk or let out a few chuckles. Donovan let out a sigh, knowing that he truly remembered nothing about history and would not be at a disadvantage in the class.
“Right, so who can tell me the myth of how the world was created?” asked Cleary.
Hands shot up around the room, Donovan and Delaney were the only two who kept their hands hidden.
“Yes?” he said looking at Ravyn.
“Ravyn Thaliard. The twelve Brothers set out to create the world based on a reflection that they’d seen in the Father’s eyes before he left them.”
Caddaric left out a laugh. “I don’t know what they teach you in the provinces, but there were thirteen brothers,” said Caddaric.
“True,” said Ravyn, “but only twelve of them actively attempted to create the world.”
“And who are you to judge the actions of your betters?”
“Yes, yes. Very good,” said Cleary absently. He was looking through the shelf at the front of the room. Unrolling a large sheet of paper, he attached it to a stand in the corner. The top of the sheet showed a close up of a face, the pupils of the eyes replaced with the representation of their world.
“Do you want to tell the story?” asked Ravyn icily.
“I think I should, so that everybody can hear the correct story.”
Caddaric continued to tell the tale, while Cleary pointed to the diagram and drew the occasional scene on the blackboard. Ravyn resigned herself to staring at the paper in front of her and taking notes while he spoke.
“In the beginning there was the Father and his thirteen sons. He offered to give them names, but they refused, considering it vain to take a name. The only exception was the second oldest son who considered himself worthier than his brothers and named himself Zeren.”
“One day the oldest son saw a reflection of a world, covered in blue seas and green landmasses, in the Father’s eyes. Soon after, the Father disappeared and the Brothers realized that he had shown them a glimpse into the future and the Father wouldn’t return until they built the world that had been seen in his eyes.”
“Twelve of the Brothers began the construction of the world. Time had no meaning to them, as eternities would pass in a blink of their eye, so no one knows how long they toiled at their labors. First they created the continents before covering the world in water, and created the plants and animals which would inhabit their creation.”
“Zeren sat back and mocked their labors, telling them that they would never achieve the perfection reflected in the Father’s eyes and he would therefore never return, no matter how long they labored. Soon he became bored and decided to add his unique personality to the world. He corrupted many beasts and serpents, growing them to gigantic sizes and instilling in them a hatred of all things living, and he placed them in the oceans. The oceans became a cautionary tale to the people that his brothers had created, and they quickly learned that some things were forbidden to them.”
“The Brothers were distraught when they saw what Zeren had done, but they elected to focus on the creation of new things and left Zeren’s monstrosities alone, hoping that their mercy would convince him to use his gifts more productively, but they were wrong.”
“Zeren continued to create new dangers. He corrupted many of the people of the lands; Human; Elf; Dwarf; Deogol or Onora, it didn’t matter. They were warped and disfigured and became known as the Shem, living alone in a wasteland on the southern continent.”
“Zeren had finally gone too
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