The Seven Deities
Fable was the first Deity to appear in the blackness between the stars. They were a quiet, thoughtful being, but in the end the deafening silence of the abyss they existed in became unbearable and drove them near insanity. The Deity grew lonely, with only the small specks of light we call stars for company.
All day and all night Fable thought up stories. Stories about dragons and trees and creatures beyond our imagination, but most of all they thought of people. People and other Deities to spend their existence with. People to ease their loneliness. People to call a family. But no matter how many stories and tales they fabricated in their mind they remained lonely, growing more and more frustrated with each one they came up with.
In the end, when they were ready to give up and submit to the endless night of silence, Fable had a dream. Fable was bewildered by this, for they had only ever created stories while they were awake, but in the end they found it quite amusing.
Their dream was a simple one, filled with nothing but the seemingly limitless expanse of shadow that filled their vision in their waking hours. There was neither up nor down, just space. Fable found this quite bewildering, and if they had to tell the truth, they thought they hadn’t fallen asleep at all until the lonely Deity spotted a small square of parchment floating towards them through the night. Understandably, they didn’t quite know what to do with the rough papyrus. It was completely blank on both sides except for a thin, intricate border of black ink curling around the edges.
It wasn’t until a small sharp quill came hurtling through the dark and almost hit Fable in the face that they knew what to do. For it was their own story that they were to write on the small square. A simple story consisting merely of a lonely existence and a square of papyrus.
But the more Fable wrote, the longer the scroll became, allowing them to write more blank scrolls and empty books into existence. Places for all their old tales to materialize.
First, Fable wrote the tale of Fortune, another Deity that sprang to life the moment they were done. Fortune was the luckiest, but perhaps also the most vengeful of all the Deities, using their control over luck, both good and bad, to their advantage. However, despite their vengeful tendencies, Fortune was kind to all those who were kind to them and others, and overall a sweet person to be around.
Second, Fable wrote the tale of Harmony. To tell the truth, they hadn’t intended to ever create this specific Deity, but they also hadn’t anticipated how often they found themselves arguing with Fortune, so it was nice to have someone to keep the peace between the two.
Third, they wrote Love’s story. It was a simple one, just like Fable’s own. But, like all other seemingly simple things, the tale of Love was much more complicated than it seemed and it took several tries to get it right. Love wasn’t there so much for the Deities, but for the stories Fable had come up with, but hadn’t had the chance to write down yet.
Fourth, Fable wrote the tales of Light and Music. The two were practically inseparable, as they had both been written after Fable and the other Deities realized their world was still completely black and white and the silence was still ever present.
Next, Fable wrote the tale of Death. Before, all the stories had been becoming overcrowded with beings and life, causing everything to die out within a few days. But now, there was a balance, all life beginning and ending at some point. Later, Death also became the Deity of not only sorrow, but also comfort, always there for others when they were grieving over a loved one losing their life.
Last of all, Fable wrote the story of War. It had been quite some time after writing their first true story. The beings in it were merely prototypes, but were by far Fable’s favorite. It was just a small world in a vast, mostly unwritten space, not much unlike their own. The beings lived on a small, round island covered with water, for the most part, and they were happy there. True, they had some flaws, but Fable decided that was what made them so special, and had left the story unfinished so the beings could finish themselves.
One of these flaws happened to be war. It was an almost constant, seemingly endless thing the humans couldn’t avoid. They were always fighting one another over something, whether it was food or land or riches.
So, Fable wrote the tale of War. War was the only Deity with a true gender, something Fable had come up with towards the middle of their first story. most of the deities had chosen one or another to go with by now, though, as they found it amusing that the humans based so much just upon what they were.
War, Fable decided, would be a female, as they had always found them more stubborn and maybe even somewhat terrifying when they were wronged in some way. She was small, but muscular, with large blue, almost violet eyes, silvery blonde hair that had been cut short around her jaw, a tan complexion, and sharp cheekbones. War’s sweet, yet strong appearance was in no way deceiving. She was shy and quiet, usually retreating to a corner when the other Deities argued over something.
But nothing was more terrifying than War when she got mad. When War got mad no one got in her way, not even Death who was usually the boldest out of all of them. It was rare, however, that someone angered her, and when they did it was usually the humans starting another war among themselves over a system they called politics.
“Fable?” She asked one day, approaching the Deity as they wrote the story of yet another universe. “Why is there War and no Peace? I thought war was all about anger and aggression, and yet, I hate both.”
“No,” Fable had sighed, turning around to face the young Deity. “You are Peace disguised as War. You see-” they handed her a page, containing the story of a certain ‘World War I’ you were there to stop it. You end wars, not fight in them. That is what you do. You dislike wars and aggression, which is why I wrote your story, because I don’t know what to do about them.”
By Cody (Age 14)