Invoked

Golant, the Creator

Where once there existed neither light nor darkness, and only the void was known, Golant, the sole living being owning that vast empty canvas, decided to paint it.

Thus, he decided that his mind would create seven descendants of his being, directly from his thought and love.

He thought that the first of his children should be the example for the rest, and thus was born Skylos; as intelligent as his father, but not more so, just as much as Golant wanted him to be, yet also strong enough to correct his siblings who would come later.

Golant felt love, so he drew his second child innocent and loyal, of sentiment and shame, of values and morals. Thus Vogal was born. He would be responsible for maintaining peace when his siblings forget who they are.

So, the creator felt Happiness, and the third of the siblings, Valgus, was born. His presence radiated warmth, and his eyes showed hope. Every time he calls someone, they must follow him wherever Valgus wants, for he will guide you on the path he deems right.

After some time, Golant felt fear, and from that fear was born Morkor, and he knew immediately that darkness is stronger than light, for it is a product of fear, and by fulfilling that condition, Morkor is the strongest of those who came before and those who will come, but Golant hid that thought from Morkor, for what's done is done, and Golant loves each creation for what it is, as each of them is a part of his thought.

Then Golant felt sadness, for although he loved all who are and will be, at some point, they will decide to stray from the path. Although Golant is aware of this fact, it is necessary for it to happen. From this thought, Aö was born, the one who judges your actions impartially, his mere presence instills fear in those who doubt his judgment, and if you manage to escape in any way, he will appear in your dreams to finish the job, punishing you for your deeds.

For a moment, Golant felt anguish, and from that feeling, Mön was born. The wisest of the seven, for he must concern himself with the desires of the other siblings to advise them on how they should act. He is one of the pillars that keeps everyone together.

Lastly, Luisón was born, but no one knows from what thought he comes, Golant never revealed it to the other children, and they could never decipher it, for Luisón was always distant and never did anything for himself, he only served Golant firmly, without hesitation, without distrust, without any hint of displeasure.

Golant had finished his work, seven children born from his thought and feelings, his children treated him with respect, and he treated them with unconditional love. In human tongues, the seven were called Mantra.

Then Golant rose from his throne and spoke to his children: - Welcome all of you, my children, know that I am Golant; your creator. Be aware that no work outside my thoughts will pass without my being aware of it, for whoever defies me will prove to be an instrument for works much greater than yourselves and that you could never have imagined.

Then the seven knelt before Golant, with respect to the one who claimed to be their father, for with his words alone they could feel his infinite power.

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Golant said many more things to the seven, but the most important was when he showed them the empty canvas that was destined to be drawn and painted.

Then Golant spoke again: - Powerful are the Mantra, who from now on must paint for me, I will judge the strokes they make, for their thoughts and emotions must be reflected in them. Now paint and create your greatest work!

And so they did, the strokes varied from finer to larger, from more stable to more shaky, for some of the Mantra were nervous and others calm. Among them, the one who stood out most in security was Morkor, for he was sure of what he wanted to demonstrate and he did so, however, his brothers felt intimidated by such security and faltered. And although Golant was attentive at all times, he did not interfere.

Then it happened that the Mantra finished their works and prepared to show Golant what they had done.

He started with the eldest; Skylos, who with his strokes showed solidity and security, both flexible and rigid strokes, but above all, an ordered painting. Then Golant spoke: - This canvas is a reflection of you, what you are and how you feel, I will name this work Rivers and Mountains, and this will be your kingdom that you must care for and protect.

He moved on to the painting of the second of the siblings; Vogel, and spoke: - Your work is dense, quite uniform in color, but varied in shapes, as well as in details. I will call this work Forests and Jungles, and this will be your kingdom that you must make grow and keep alive.

He turned to the third of his children; Valgus, and judged: - The brightest and most outstanding work in terms of color, you did not use complicated strokes, and your ability to use colors is exceptional. I will call this work Daylight.

Then came the moment of Morkor, the most sure of all by far. Golant contemplated the work and spoke: - The work that comes closest to perfection, for your strokes are clean and secure. However, your colors are the darkest, your intentions in this painting are very easy to see. I will call this work Darkness of the Night.

It was time for Aö, the least sure of the seven, Golant observed the painting and spoke: - Like your brother Vogal, your painting is uniform in color, but unlike him, you have no details, yet you have achieved a beautiful art with just one color from all the options I have given you. I will call this work Oceans and Seas.

It was time for Mön, he had an idea similar to that of his brother Valgus, Golant observed and spoke: - Perhaps they are the best strokes after your brother Morkor, for they are all flexible, but with great differences from one another. I will call this work Desert Heat.

It was time for the last of the siblings, Golant observed Luisón's painting and spoke: - Great questions abound in your heart, but I will not be the one to answer them. You must do it because you are part of my thought and you must grow to continue with the path I decided for you to follow. I will call this work Void.

Well, all the works had titles, all the siblings fulfilled their task, for Golant's first will implanted in his children was executed successfully, it was time to show the Mantra what they had created.

So with just one hand, he moved each painting his children had made and brought it to the original canvas. With glimmers, ripples, and particles, the original canvas turned into a sphere and could blend each painting in a sublime way, then the once-empty canvas took shape, color, and meaning.

Golant asked his children to follow him, he took them to the abyss where the work was already finished, for now there was something more than just darkness.

The Mantra were confused, but they did not question anything, so Golant spoke: - Here is your creation! From my thought they were created, and from their thoughts, they created this masterpiece. Each of you is a part of me, and each part complements the other, just as your paintings, your works. From now on, you have free will to create and take care of this work as you see fit, for you must make that world a perfect place for the next born. Now go, your work is not yet finished, but it remains perfect in my eyes, because you, my children, have created it.

And so the Mantra thanked Golant on their knees for his honesty and love, and happily the seven descended to that new world, with mountains, forests, day, night, oceans, and deserts, everything was there.

And so began the era of creation, where the Mantra had to prepare the world for the arrival of Golant's next children.