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...there dwelt SKOL, who created the seven MoCs (Masters of Creation). Their names were Nolbi, Pontea, Sehrda, Vese,Midge, Mahnu, and Gatt. They were imbued with the godlike ability of creation, and only creation. SKOL set them the task of creating and nurturing a world, then departed with promise to return. They contemplated the watery rock SKOL had left in their keeping, unsure of what to do until Mahnu stepped forward and and shed light on it. Nolbi flinched at the brightness, and suggested only having it lit up half the time. The others agreed, and thus it was. "What about this?" Midge asked, and pulled a bit of water out of the rock to surround it in an invisible layer. This left bits of rock breaking the surface of the remaining water, and after a moment's consideration, Midge had an idea. With a few hand gestures, the waters pooled together, parting from the rock in various places as it reached great depths, until a large amount of rock lay uncovered in bits and pieces with the exception of a particularly large slab. The others watched silently, curiously, and when Midge finished murmured appreciatively.

"That should be green," said Vese, and placed all manner of plants and trees upon the rock. "How does it work? I mean, what does that stuff do?" Mahnu asked Vese. "Well," Vese said, "the water in the atmosphere will help them grow, and they cleanse the atmosphere in return." "What would happen if they continue to grow unchecked?" The answer came easily to all, but it was Mahnu who came up with the solution. Moment later many types of land beasts explored the surface, tasting the various greens. Inspiration smiled on Sehrda, who stepped forward. "Why stop there? Let's put beasts in the sea and air as well!" Sehrda exclaimed, and after the others consented he set about it with a will.

As the others began their work, Gatt noticed an odd feeling begin to build in him. He was shocked to recognize it has happiness. After some consideration he noticed that it happened most often when his thougts wandered to Pontea. At times the feeling was almost violent, causing his stomach to lurch when he was near her. He found himself wishing to please her, and make her smile. When Sehrda finally finished, they all stepped back to consider. A thought occurred to Pontea, and in a soft, dulcet voice that sent shivers up Gatt's spine she asked, "How are we to divide the light from the dark?" Before anyone could answer, Gatt stepped forward. "What about these?" He asked eagerly, presenting her with three glowing spheres. One was larger than the other two and blazed with pure white light. The other two shone with a lesser light, glistening like pearls. Pontea's gasped as her eyes widened and a radiant smile spread across her flawless face. "Oh Gatt, they're beautiful! But how will they...?"

"Like this," he answered, and set them in various places around the newly born world. He blew a gentle breath on them and they began to rotate around each other, the pearls around the world, and the world around the ball of fire. The water on the surface began to churn, sending waves upon the land mass, as the world itself began to spin in rotation. "The orbs keep it balanced," he explained, "and the spinning of the world ensured the dark and light are evenly divided. It also safeguards against too much or too little exposure to the heat of the fireball." He glanced up and saw Pontea's attention fixed on him, listening to his every word. Flushing, he added sheepishly, "Of course, sometimes it can't be helped, as you can see here and here." He pointed to a couple places on the globe that were slowly turning brown as the vegetation died. In what seemed like moments the spots were reduced to expanses of sand. "Sorry Vese," Gatt said, rubbing the back of his head and obviously embarrassed, "I didn't mean to do that."

"No worries Gatt," Vese said amiably, "it's all part of the process." Pontea saw that Gatt was still fidgeting awkwardly, and sought a way to salvage the situation. "I have an idea," she said. Grabbing a handful of shimmering sand she sprinkled it over the rotating spheres. The grains settled into place in the darkness still surrounding the spheres and glittered like diamonds. Gatt found the effect so stunning he could hardly breathe, and look up at Pontea with wondering eyes. "Oh wow," he breathed. "Pontea, that was pure genius!" Pontea giggled, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Gatt, but it was your addition that inspired it, as well as what made it possible." She looked around those gathered. "What shall we call it?" They agreed to call the world Turon, and they watched over their creation day and night.

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Over time Gatt became consumed with Pontea, thought of nothing but her, and knew he had to have her. He managed to get her alone and offered himself to her. She refused, but tried to be kind about it. Gatt thought she was being coy, and in the end forced himself on her. He was exiled to the surface of Turon, to live alone for many years. It wasn't long before the others dwelt on the surface as well, bored with watching the change of the seasons and the swell of the tides. The daughter Pontea bore was an abomination beyond all comprehension, a twisted counter to the MoCs themselves. Where the could only create, she sought to destroy. They called her Ampu, and from her first breath a chill emanated from her very flesh. Her eyes were red with flame, burning with an inner hate she had yet to express. All she touched withered and died, for it brought her joy to see death. As she grew older, it was found that she had unusual abilities. While she was unable to create even the slightest thing, the natural elements appeared to be enslaved to her merest whim. The strangest thing about her by far was her ability to know without knowing what the others were thinking, feeling, and doing, and it was due to this ability she became aware of their fear of her. She held her silence, and despised their teachings of moral behavior even as she endured them. Her only solace was found in her father, who had been allowed to return, though over time he too grew afraid.

One miserable sunny day she was walking about a garden frosting butterflies. Their uncontrollable plummet to the earth brought her pleasure, and their twitching as death slowly claimed them utterly engrossed her until a strange nagging pulled at her awareness. Following instinct, she came to a hitherto unknown section of the garden the MoCs had chosen to occupy, and overheard a conversation that was never meant for her ears.

"What are we going to do about her?"
"She obviously can't stay with us anymore. She's counterproductive to everything we try to do!"
"And she utterly rejects all our teachings."
"She's a danger to us all!"
"But what can we do? Our power is to create. ONLY to create. We can't destroy her."
"But it's too unsafe to just exile her..."
"Maybe we could confine her?"
"But she's so strong! How can we be sure she won't escape?"
"She may be strong, and unusually gifted, but she's not very bright. Here's what we're going to do..."

The sting of betrayal was sharp and pierced her to the heart. She was both surprised and hurt to hear her father’s voice, not only in league with the others but speaking so about her. Unable to hear anything more and enraged by their treachery after all she'd endured for their acceptance, she suddenly found herself utterly alone. Summoning the wind to carry her far away, she resolved to wage a private war against them and their work, wreaking havoc and mayhem wherever she could. The MoCs put forth a futile search, and finally gave up and resumed their responsibility of Turon. All was peaceful until the youngest, Mahnu, created a human infant, and all the rest were lost in wonder. While Ampu was undeniably evil, they had loved her even as they feared her, and here was a way to have children without inherent corruption. As Mahnu nurtured the child into adulthood, the awe of the elders knew no bounds as she was gradually able to perform basic magic. She came to call herself Celise, and as she grew, so did her ability. Then, so as not to be outdone, each of the elders created their own races, and they went as follows:

Vese - elves
Sehrda - dwarves
Nolbi - albino
Pontea - centaurs
Gatt - Ogres/Giants
Midge - gnomes
Mahnu - Humans