• Quiet. Black. Nothing. An endless void that seemed to drift along for eons. Yet by merely stretching out your hand it could be touched. Drinking in all light yet leaving everything clear as day. Devouring all sound, but allowing even the slightest whisper to echo infinitely. An empty space devoid of life; a constructed realm. No earth nor sky, even water failed to exist here. Nothing save the emptiness. The feel of forever being alone. How could anything survive, was the only question that could be asked.
    All life save for a woman, dawned in a silver robes. Intricate designs of stones, flames, waves and clouds scattered across its entirety. Her hair was beginning to whiten showing her age, yet the robe hide her true height. The stranger turned revealing her face, emphasized by her ghostly white eyes and lined with a smile.
    “So you have come,” Her voice echoed through the void. Gentle and sweet as a lark’s, yet still managing to carry as it did. Kiya attempted to answer, but no words escaped from his mouth.
    “As promised, for you mother,” Another women spoke behind Kiya and he turn to see the new comer. A man and women stood several yards back, with a ripple behind them. Did they come through…that? He thought as the pair began to walk forward. The Woman wore a flowing green dress with gold embroidery. Her hair lightly brushed the ground and was even more of a vibrant green then the dress she wore. Her eyes were of a similar color and full of life, unlike those of the one she called mother.
    The man had shorter, styled hair that grew upwards of a blue hue. His eyes were a deep indigo color and reminded Kiya of the Ocean. He wore a navy pair of trousers with a dull blue vest. What strange people, Kiya thought as he tried to chuckle, stopping once he remembered he had no voice.
    “Good,” the women in silver replied. “But where is Far and Ankor?” The women in green looked to the man next to her who only shook his head. Kiya had shifted his stance to be able to see all three at once when another voice came from, yet again, behind him.
    “We are here Mother,” a man said. Kiya turn to see who had spoke and was meet with the sight of a females chest. Stumbling backwards he ended up tripping on his heels and falling over. Another pair stood before Kiya, one man, one woman. The man wore a pair of silk britches with no shirt. Golden eyes filled the his iris’ and blond hair to complete the set. His female companion wore a tight fitting red dress with auburn hair and crimson eyes.
    Kiya’s mouth dropped as a transparent form of the woman lean down looking at him. The reason was that through the filmy image of the woman he could see a solid version standing there looking onward still. The altered figure raised a finger to her mouth as a voice entered his head. You have to be quiet or mother will be anger. And try to be more careful little brother. Kiya didn’t know what to do but lay there, mouth still agape. The spirit, being what Kiya thought it was, rejoined the solid woman and she giggled. Brother? Kiya thought as the two began to walk past him.
    “Then shall we begin?” Mother asked the others. Kiya picked himself up and brushed off dirt that was never there to begin with. He saw all nod in accordance and one by one begin to dance. Each different from the other yet in a strange harmony. All save for the one called mother, who merely watched her children. Kiya noticed the four slowly surround Mother. Of equal distance from each other turning in a counter clockwise motion. After a couple moments Mother began to chant and the red head proceeded to move closer to the circles center as she continued her dance. The other three repositioning them selves as if this strange ritual had been done a thousand times.
    Up on reaching the end of her mesmerizing display she curtsied. Mother extended a hand to the woman who now stood before her, and Kiya stared on in amazement. The woman took Mothers hand and her dress started aflame. Pulled upward by some unseen phantom, the fire consumed her as it spread. It twisted around the woman, leaving no possible way to stand as it did, yet she never flinched nor moved.
    “You are the heart of this place Far. And keeper to what will come to be know as fire,” Mother’s voice now boomed to any ears that would hear it. As she spoke an inferno engulfed the girl, spinning itself into a ball once the woman had vanished. Kiya noticed, from the corner of his eye, the maiden in green follow in what he guessed was her siblings footsteps. The two men began to space themselves again, though something seemed different.
    They began to stretch, as if their rear halves wished to stay where they were. The men were now as long as the were tall and Kiya rubbed his eyes thinking something might be wrong with them. When he let his hands down the centers of the stretched forms pinched together, and two identical beings of both men danced on. Could it possibly be that normal for them to do such a thing? Kiya thought as they continued. The men in yellow commenced to repeat the process once more while only one of the men in blue preformed the separation a second time.
    “A shell to bare the children of this world,” Mothers shouted to the darkness. “The keeper to what this world will call Earth! This is my gift to you Ethena.” The woman in green disintegrated as Mother spoke, into sand that wrapped itself around the ball of fire. Hardening as it collected, giving a harsh surface for any beings to live on. Not a moment before the sand completely solidified the three men of the blue hue fell into the cycle towards the circles center.
    “You shall be the veins of this world,” Mother announced as the first of the three arrived to where the others had before. His body became transparent, falling in droplets of water to the nothingness all in this place stood on. Coming within inches of it before turning up and heading to the ball of stone. Spooling around it as it collected until both the man and the sphere were no longer visible. Lowering its self to fill in the gaps of stone on what mother had called the world.
    “And you shall be the worlds secrets trapped for all time.” Mother boomed as she laid a hand on the second man‘s forehead. “It’s beginning, it’s end, and all that lies between!” A pale blue color seeped forth from Mother’s hand, spreading across the body of the man as she touched. Once covered the man stiffened, and Mother removed her hand. He shattered and Kiya saddened for a moment. It all looked so painful to him, and he wondered if he would have a part in this. The particles of the broken man split into two streams that moved to the ball. One to it’s crown and the other to it’s base.
    “The key to help your sister grow, and keeper to what will be know to the beings of this world as Water!” Mother said as the last man stopped in front of her. “This, Writh, I give onto you.” The last man in blue extended his hands to the orb and brought it to his head. His hands as well as the head were pulled into the sphere. His torso was next to enter it and lower body not far behind that. The ball began to glow for a few seconds then, some how Kiya could see things growing from what stone remained above water. Finally the men in yellow made their final trek to Mother. None stopped this time, as they made a smaller ring around Mother.
    “Ankor, your four faces shall be the gifts to turn the world. You all in turn will be the keepers to what this place shall call Air.” Mother said to the last of her children. “Should I fall, remember I send my love to all of you. Watch over this place I have created. Ankor, Writh, Ethena, and Far, farewell my darlings.” The four Ankors quickened their pace. Becoming a blur of yellow prior to shrinking to a size equal to that of the sphere, They seemed drawn to the world and unable to stop gaining speed. Eventually their speed made it impossible to see them.
    Mother looked at the sphere for a few moments and smiled. She reached out with her two index fingers and placed them on the only piece of stone not covered by water. She pulled her hands apart and the rock split. She moved them to either side of the ball as the blue liquid filled the newly made gape.
    “One I leave to you my love,” Mother said to the darkness around her. She took one last step forward and vanished. Only the ball remained now, and Kiya, who felt strangely sleepy. Fighting to keep his eyes open, the last thing he saw was a man almost identical to Mother, appear from the blackness. He was smiling.