Before time began, there was a forest. The trees grew without light, without sound, without rain, in the deepest darkness of the void.
Gradually, one tree began to grow taller than the rest. It span, leaves flying into the emptiness and taking new shape. Nine worlds formed in the void, spinning, orbiting, moving through space that had never seen motion before.
Upon the spinning orbs a million people were born, lived, loved and died, forged through their experiences into sharp, fine instruments as honed as Damascus steel.
Steel was taken into the forge. In the heat of an immortal alchemist’s fire, the instruments of war – people once forged into weapons – now melted and were reforged into a single, sacred chalice.
A chalice span in the void, and the chalice was given a name, and the name was Home.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: I thought I’d try an experiment in creating a myth this week. Any thoughts?)
But it begs the question, if a tree fell in the forest and nobody was there……
what I liked about this was the way you played with scale, from the human to the cosmic, so yeah that makes it mythical for sure!
I like the myth, though I wish it was slightly more specific. Some points were left wondering questions for me, even sitting at the feet of the storyteller. (I write myths and enjoy them very much.) Such as, where was the forge? It is mentioned without grounding. And where was the chalice? Instead of the tree? Not sure. But beautiful, evocative, and very mythic, just not quite complete.