In a flash of light the two Gods appeared in the formless void that would be the nether world. Letala kept a hold onto her brethren god's hand, glancing about their soon to be home. They floated in the air as if they were suspended. "Perhaps we have more dominion over this plane Starvy, since it is our home and not the Earth Realm." She pondered about what she could do. The place seemed infinite even to the fledgling god. "Let's try something." She said with a dreamy smile.
Letala let go of Starvy's hand, once again pulling her harp free. She strummed out a small tune, one that seemed to make you feel at home. It echoed out into the void, and soon ground appeared below them. This gave way to grass, rivers and flowers. The flowers here though seemed to look a bit different. One in particular that wrapped around trees, and hang from golden stems, their petals the most royal of purples. She would let Starvy make what he wanted, meanwhile she crept over to the middle of the Netherworld forest, a golden haze clung in the air giving everything a dreamy sort of look. This for now was the "good" nether world. She would wait until they had finished to make the mirrored more sinister version of this place.
Letala came to a stop in the middle of the forest, running her hands across the dirt as a green spirit made it's way out of her and into he ground. A patch of flowers that were identical to the ones Starvy had accidentally withered sprang up in the shape of the dead ones back on the earth world. "The first spirits to dwell here." She said warmly, Giving a smile back to Starvy. "We need a name for our new place."
Letala let go of Starvy's hand, once again pulling her harp free. She strummed out a small tune, one that seemed to make you feel at home. It echoed out into the void, and soon ground appeared below them. This gave way to grass, rivers and flowers. The flowers here though seemed to look a bit different. One in particular that wrapped around trees, and hang from golden stems, their petals the most royal of purples. She would let Starvy make what he wanted, meanwhile she crept over to the middle of the Netherworld forest, a golden haze clung in the air giving everything a dreamy sort of look. This for now was the "good" nether world. She would wait until they had finished to make the mirrored more sinister version of this place.
Letala came to a stop in the middle of the forest, running her hands across the dirt as a green spirit made it's way out of her and into he ground. A patch of flowers that were identical to the ones Starvy had accidentally withered sprang up in the shape of the dead ones back on the earth world. "The first spirits to dwell here." She said warmly, Giving a smile back to Starvy. "We need a name for our new place."
''Yes, a name...'' He replied, glancing at the fallen flowers. ''Where life ends and a new life of the otherside begins. Where the flowers can't wilt, being dead already.'' He said. ''What could we name it, though?'' As he glanced around, his armor swaying a bit. He held in one hand the blackened object from his books.
Letala looked around at the Hazy new underworld. Thinking hard on a name."Hmmmmm" she said as she ran her fingers through he shining red hair. "How about..." She trailed off in a little hum. "We call this place Hedeoma." She looked back to him and gave a small shrug. "Hedeoma, the netherworld. Where spirits do dwell peacefully forever."
Letala took off deeper into the new forest, glancing back to see if Starvy was following her. She was a bit bohemian in the way she was, twirling through the flowers and running through the quiet Eternal Forest.
Letala took off deeper into the new forest, glancing back to see if Starvy was following her. She was a bit bohemian in the way she was, twirling through the flowers and running through the quiet Eternal Forest.
Starvy sighed, and the small black object floated in his hands dimly. He looked at it, sunken eyes stil colorless as he held his hand near it a bit. ''I bet I bring starvation to everything.'' He said to it. ''Why else would I exist? I can't even touch a flower without it wilting..'' As he held the small black object again, sighing, then follows Letala, book satchel still in hand. He moved silently, his feet occasionally seen from under his long armor.
Letala made her way out of the forest, stopping as they neared a clearing. Letala held out a hand again, and from the ground rose up an enormous Palace. A road appeared below their feet leading from the castle to them and on behind them back in the forest, it appeared to be made of a fairly shiny silver. Letala looked back to starvy once the Palace was built, Her eyes noticing the black object, She didn't know what it was. "What are you Holding Starvy, if I may ask?" and as for his brining starvation to everything."There is order to everything." She said sweetly. "All things fit in a new world, without starvation, one can't enjoy being well fed. And while you may starve the flowers, and the other creatures... you also can starve a fire, starve off the darkness in the world. Starvation has it's place."
Letala's smile returned to the other young god. "If you like to read, then perhaps when can make you a library. Come see." She ran on down the silvery road, towards the shimmering new palace. Pushing the doors open. It was already adorned with paintings and statues. purples and silvers everywhere. The palace was enourmous... it would be easy to get lost if one were a mortal. "Now that we have a home, we can be much better hosts to the new spirits that will soon make thier home here." She spun around to look back at Starvy. "Alright we have a lot more work to do." She took Starvy by the hand and pulled him back outside. She was running like she couldn't be more excited.
They arrived at another blank place, Letala played her harp once more... producing a silvery shining body of water that grew and grew, golden lily's popped up in the body of water, and luminescent turquoise grass sprang forth. and Island appeared in the middle of the water, and a tree the same glowy turquoise as the grass sprang forward, the tree sprouted golden apples. Once the was finished Letala began to wade through the water toward the little island.
They arrived at another blank place, Letala played her harp once more... producing a silvery shining body of water that grew and grew, golden lily's popped up in the body of water, and luminescent turquoise grass sprang forth. and Island appeared in the middle of the water, and a tree the same glowy turquoise as the grass sprang forward, the tree sprouted golden apples. Once the was finished Letala began to wade through the water toward the little island.
Starvy grumbles slightly, looking at the tree.
''Yes, I read books. But to others they are full of gibberish and words that only I can translate. It was written by the other gods of starvation, and details about how they worked the lands...'' He rambled on, adjusting his visor slightly and moving his hair a bit. ''It is ancient books that must be cared for without tearing the pages or getting them wet. They are rare first editions that few other gods like I have found.''
''Yes, I read books. But to others they are full of gibberish and words that only I can translate. It was written by the other gods of starvation, and details about how they worked the lands...'' He rambled on, adjusting his visor slightly and moving his hair a bit. ''It is ancient books that must be cared for without tearing the pages or getting them wet. They are rare first editions that few other gods like I have found.''
Letala stopped as he mentioned he couldn't get the pages wet. "Oh.." She waded back to him, giving a small laugh. "I'm sorry Starvy." She crossed her arms and looked down at his books. "Well at least you have a guide of some sort. I only have hearsay about other gods like me. Most of them aren't so nice...." she made a little frown. "But I've decided I'll do things a bit differently. Give everything but the most wicked a nice place to call home after they've met their mortal end." She thought it was a good idea, hopefully it panned out. She decided to sit for a moment in the grass. picking a flower that was a light purple, glowing along with the grass. She slide it behind her ear and laid back for now, looking up at the blank sky, the only thing in it a pale sun just hanging there.
Starvanic sat in the grass and pulled out an old dusty book. He read a page out loud first, then frowned a bit. He noticed the page was so old it's words were faded. ''This book tells of how plants would wither in cold, but come back in warmth.''
Letala thought on this. "A system of life and death, i assume. The new generations will pop up when the warm returns." Letala knew that would be important for the earth realm. She looked up at the sky, in the earth realm there were stars and clouds. She strummed a few notes out of her harp. and little orbs of light appeared in the air around them, floating about. Hedeoma was looking more and more dream like the more she created. "Starvy would you like to add anything?" This was his home as well. She wanted to hear his thoughts.
''There really nothing I can add aside from killing plants by accident.'' He grumbled, hiding his face in his book. ''I can't create starvation, because it already exists. I can't make plants, I just kill them....''
Letala gives a little frown. "Well if you have an Idea, I can make it for you." she pressed herself upright in the grass. It was so silent here in the after life. "Don't be afraid to ask." She gave him a sweet smile again and pushed herself the rest of the way up. Turning and heading back into the forest.
As the walked through the hazy forest once more, they arrived at a cozy little house. The Pale sun was setting and soon a silvery moon hung in the sky, it was dotted now with stars that swirled slowly in the sky like they were floating above them.
Letala opened the door to the little house, a fire was already going. a pot of tea boiling over the fire. "Have a seat... I need a rest." she said twilring over to the fire and grabbing the pot. She poured Starvy a cup, and then herself one. Before taking a seat. she laid her harp on the table, and strummed along it. From all the songs she had played it was getting a bit out of tune. "I wonder what all the new world has in it by now." She wasn't even sure how long they had been in the netherworld. The young goddess was tired though.. she needed a rest.
As the walked through the hazy forest once more, they arrived at a cozy little house. The Pale sun was setting and soon a silvery moon hung in the sky, it was dotted now with stars that swirled slowly in the sky like they were floating above them.
Letala opened the door to the little house, a fire was already going. a pot of tea boiling over the fire. "Have a seat... I need a rest." she said twilring over to the fire and grabbing the pot. She poured Starvy a cup, and then herself one. Before taking a seat. she laid her harp on the table, and strummed along it. From all the songs she had played it was getting a bit out of tune. "I wonder what all the new world has in it by now." She wasn't even sure how long they had been in the netherworld. The young goddess was tired though.. she needed a rest.
Starby tool a cup, sighing.''Who knows? I have little I can create.''
Letala sipped on her cup here and there as she took time tuning her harp up. Every now and then a quick strum could be heard from her direction, as she plucked on the string. "My abilities are a bit stunted in the earth realm." She wasn't sure how to cheer him up. "But at least here, You can do what you want, and all will stay the way it is." She gave a little shrug. "And the world is still new who says you can't come up with something." She gave him a warm smile, and went back to her tea.