Zaphara Cirin Vendt's blog: "Story"

Through all my creating, which brought me happiness, amazement and amusement, I couldn't help but feel alone.I really wasn't alone but my beautiful creations were a part of me. They were only given the necessities to exist, and have a purpose. I wanted to see if I could create another, I don't know what I am or how I came to be, but, our qualities could be the same. And I quickly thought of what I would look like if I had form. That just for a short period of time, without all this power, I wondered what I would look like. I started t the beginning. And recalled the look of my first star. It was green. I took two green stars and put them together, side by side and wept until the two green stars wept with me. Then I thought about my first question. I could think, so, whatever we were, needed to think too. I could hear so I had to make my creation hear as well. I gathered several of my beautiful stars, some green, some blue, some red and some yellow. I needed to give my creation the ability to hear as well. I needed to give my creation thought, so I arranged the stars to circle just above the two green stars. I sat the stars on a perpendicular plane. One moment they still and there wasn't any beat. I spun the stars much like I had done when I divided the solid from the liquid. And upon doing so, the stars began to orbit just above the two stars. And as I did, I could hear the beat of every start, it was that moment I had started the cycle for this dark form to think. The last two stars I sent down to the solid, rotating creation I had mad and took components of my favorite yellow star. And with the force it made behind them and the pull that it had, they landed in the liquid with an enormous splash that sent waves as high as the longest solid peak. The liquid rejected the two stars that they violently regurgitated and sent it back to the place they once were. And at this moment, I knew that whoever we were could hear, and we wept.  I sent another tail from my favorite yellow star and heaved it with all my power at the rotating, colorful stars just above the green, beating stars that were staring back me and gave these stars and their long tails of the yellow stars fury and gave whatever we were the ability to create more just like I can Out among the stars, surrounded by darkness were many more of us and I was happy because I could now name them.

They are glorious, beautiful and divine. I loved each and every one of them. They were all made with two green stars. They see their beauty I had given them. They were beautiful but scared and had many of the same questions I had and I could not wait to tell them that I was their creator and that I loved them because they were truly perfect. What would I call them? In the midst of my thoughts, I kept thinking about the names of my stars. It was such an easy name to call them. I wanted my newest creations to be called something to describe what they were. My favorite yellow star that allowed me too see without interruption of darkness. I wanted to give them each the ability to be seen in the darkness. I took several flames from my beautiful yellow star to give them an illuminating glow. One on either side. I changed their heat until it glowed a bright white. I gave these flames a flicker. And gave them the ability to move around in the darkness, the flickering flames began to slow and looked more like a flutter. And  watched on as they moved about until they found the one they created. I started the cycle of their creation, but I called them my divine angels. My angels were beautiful and perfect and I started to weep. They accepted their name and who they were and wept along with me. I cast a tiny spark from their flickering flames and put it in between the two fluttering flames and gave them the feeling of love. The ability to love me and feel my love in return.they were all mine, descendants of me, but could feel the love from the one they created and could feel the love from their creation. A love so strong it was impossible to weaken. One by one I saw them become still and an aura of peace filled in around them. And I sprinkled some of my beautiful stars onto the group of stars that sat in a circle as each one continued to revolve and gave them thoughts of how everything I had created including themselves.

I reminded them of all that was beautiful and as long as they helped it to stay beautiful, they always had a place in the darkness with me. I said once I created a division of light and dark, I always had the ability to watch over everything under my creation. I never forget a star or their name. I never forget the order I created them in or where I placed them in the darkness. I told them I had the ability to cast them out of the darkness but I would always love them, because they were a part of me. After filling their thoughts with answers to their questions, they fluttered across the darkness to discuss with others the visions and explanations of how everything I created came to be. And they accepted me and I began to weep. Their sparks began to blink, exactly as my stars do when I first created them and then begin to beat.  I began to hear its rhythm. Unlike my stars whose beat was silent. As long as I heard the beat of their spark, I knew they still accepted me as their creator and loved me just as much as I loved them. I told them all their beauty and we all wept together. One beat, the loudest one was for me, the fainter beat, the second beat, was for the one they created. My angels are my guardians of light and stars.

I watched on as they rearranged my stars in the darkness. They learned a new way of communicating with pictures. I made my presence known to my angels and asked each of them at the same time,

"what do I look like?"

They thought no words and made no picture with the stars they guarded. My youngest angel swiftly moved closer. While weeping my angel thought,

"we know what we look like and what everything you created looks like, but we cannot see you. Your presence flames the sparks within us." "You gave us the knowledge that you have. You fill us with visions when we are dormant and still in the darkness. We are guardians of light and we've been cast among the stars to protect them." "we are your messengers."

"If you are my messengers, then why is it you never have anything to think to me?" I thought.

My youngest angel responded. "You already know. You fill us with thoughts when we are blinded by darkness. You have made us with all that you know, how can we be messengers for you, if you have not created anything to be messengers of?"

In disgust, I moved with such magnitude and speed, I broke through the fiery barrier of the creation I made that separated the solid green surface from the liquid blue. I moved over each surface with an accelerating speed. I left my stars and angels in their darkness. And they began to weep. Darkness soon came and I noticed the liquid mirrored the stars. For a moment, I thought my beautiful stars had followed me. I realized that they hadn't disobeyed my orders to remain in the darkness. I continued my journey all across the two surfaces. The liquid was still and the solid was dry. I broke through the barrier once more and traveled to the side that my angels could not see. With great speed, I broke through the barrier and wit great force, I pushed through the solid surface with such ease, sending a giant portion up through the barrier making it hang in the darkness. With a tug at its center it began to rotate, much like my other creations. The loud noise it made, my angels looked down upon it and gathered above it and began to weep.

Their sparks that flickered and flamed where each beat wept to me. Their weeping brought down liquid that landed upon the hard sphere that now resided within the darkness. Their weeping liquid took in my yellow favorite star, illuminating light and ruled the light that shown upon the liquid and solid surface that was used to create it. My yellow star would rule the light. My angels weeping liquid made my new creation mirror my yellow favorite star. And so I assigned my angels to guard my stars by light. And also guard my new creation to be seen in the darkness. I made my angels weep for me, but they were not me. I knew my angels were a part of me, but they were not all of me and knowing that, I knew I could be betrayed again. I began to prepare a place for my angels when the great betrayal happened. I love my angels, but those who could betray me after the knowledge I filled in their thoughts, would not live in the darkness at my side. I would cast down to be in existence for all eternity and only be able to look up in the darkness at the place they once had and to never return to it again. Those who betrayed me would convince my other angels to betray me and after they would be cast down, I would fill their thoughts with knowledge of suffering and constant unhappiness, in hopes they would not betray me or speak falsely of me. I taught my angles to be patient. When I created something for them to be messengers of, I would create it. I would do it in time, my time, not theirs.