Like most fables, stories, or any good fiction this takes place in a reality not our own in a time that is uncertain and with characters that seem all together not "real."
It begins with a silver feather. This silver feather came from nothing and created everything. It fell onto a planet much like our own. This feather entered into contact with a small portion of energy in an even smaller gravital mass. There was a great stillness and from this stillness atoms formed and began speaking to each other. Not in audioable language but in there own atom way they communicated and collaborated. They choose to align themselves into various forms and decided (by the feathers guidance) that they should create bigger thinking bodies of substance. They subjected themselves to be slaves to these great organizations of life. Soon there were trees, water, mountains, animals, humans, ghosts, and everything in between. The feather kept itself in what it thought were the best organizations of in-slaved atoms. It rested in the fire of every dragon, the crevasse of every diamond, and the heart of conscious beings.
After a while the conscious beings created by in-slaved atoms decided to in-slave themselves in organization to create something bigger. Humans created monarchies, Shians (elf like) created religion, and the Norads (demon like) created philosophy. They all lived very far from each other in the extreme optimum of their existence, but soon they started colliding with each other. The Humans wanted to rule the Shians, The Shians wanted to convert the humans, and the Norads just wanted to fuck with the minds of both the other races. Wars of all kinds began to happen: physical wars, spiritual wars, and mental wars.
Unfortunately, the atoms were so in-slaved to these life forms that they couldn't get out when the shit went down. They were destroyed, realigned, and altogether brutal manipulated into a very mute lifeless existence. The feather on the other hand never subjected itself to one being or another so it continued to float through the great tyranny of the "Gaia."
The feather decided it wanted something new. It landed in the hands of a Shiad (cross bread of the demon and elf). This shiad wore it in his hair and didn't think to much of this shinny new object that drifted his way. He soon began to see things and change reality around him. "Miracles" happened that no race had seen before. The Humans called it madness, the Shians called it god, and the Norads said it was really just subjective. This young Shiad began sharing his experiences and mind opening techniques with his friends. They to began to do miracles, and as wars raged on around them they created peace in there small portion of the Gaia. Soon the radicals killed each other and the dumb asses were killed by the radicals, but the young races who followed this Shiad soon found peace with each other and began releasing the in-slaved atoms of their bodies. Soon all was dust and all beings ceased to be organized in living form or atomic form. The feather floated through the atoms and all was still once again. The atoms would occasionally get together to bring back the ones who set them free and they would dance in these living beings in the nothingness of space and all was at rest and never again was there an attempt to organize all the atoms and in-slave themselves to one form and it was very good.
(C) 2008 William Trouble
