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The Lord's Tale I: From Humble Roots

The Lord's Tale I: From Humble Roots

The Lords Speaks

I was not always the Lord of Shandapidoor.

Seven hundred thousand years ago–or once upon a time, if you like–I was a minor god, known as the god of triangles.

I lived in the House of Heaven, where the beds and carpets are clouds, and the air is thick and pleasant like a nourishing fog.

And I sat at the Table of Heaven, too, which was situated in the hall of glittering rubies, where Imgaggu painted fantastic feasts with her mind, and every evening, we dined on her creations.

And we entertained ourselves in the Opal Colosseum, where we summoned thoughts, by force of our own will, and where we pitted those aspects against one another, just to see which one held on.

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We, the gods, played with the very fabric of reality. We were masters of the universe.

Yet I had no real power. None to speak of, anyway. At least, that was how it seemed at the time. Give me this much credit: I really was at the bottom of the pyramid of power in heaven, and I didn’t know that all the other places outside of heaven were worse.

All I knew was that everyone seemed to have great powers except for me.

Even poor Millagua, who was the living avatar of stasis, used to get woken up every once in a while.

As the god of stasis, Millagua was not able to move on his own. His skin blue, his lips black, his eyes closed, Millagua always looked like he was dead. But he wasn’t dead; he was simply stopped.

And, as I was saying, even poor Millagua came out now and then. Ishhakhu, the goddess of kinetic perpetuity, who was married to Millagua, could wake Millagua up when she had a mind to do it. And boy, was Millagua funny. He’d be asleep for hundreds of years, and then all of a sudden just pick up where he left off, even if he was in mid-sentence when Isshakhu last let him go.

You might think that Isshakhu was cruel for just waking up Millagua whenever she wanted to. But you wouldn’t think that if you knew the whole story about Isshakhu and Millagua.