So the legends goes that the War that lead to the end of the world and yet the beginning of the other was between the Church of the Night, Mor’Chai’u’Mua and the Church of the Day, Sh’Tol’u’Mua. The stories amounting to the war are shrouded in mystery and in terror, all of their properties lost in the thousand years that passed. However, the Incarnations of Day and Night still inspire.
“But when will I meet with the elementals?” Chad asked one night.
The m’chs’duas shrugged and lit another candle. “Only the Father knows that, halfling.”
Chad sighed and riffled through the book he had on his lap. He stopped at a page at random and read out loud. “The Day and the Night.”
“Ah, that is an interesting tale,” the Bull said. He turned his head and looked at Chad. “If you want, you can read it out loud as practice.”
Chad looked down at the flowing script and cleared his throat. “‘Truth to know,’” he said in the native tongue, the liquid rhythms lingering in his mouth, “‘in the time before the War, the Day and Night were one. They knew each other as friends and spoke to each other in friendly tones. The world was at peace.’”
A sharp wind rattled the wooden shudders and let in a cool draft.
“Continue,” the Bull said, walking to the window to fasten it shut.
Chad nodded and went back to the story. “‘One day, the Absolute of Darkness crossed into the world and decided to undo the peace the two have brokered.’” His forehead furrowed. “Absolutes?”
“Indeed,” the Bull said. “We have eight of them.” He ticked off his fingers. “Good and evil. Order and chaos. Creation and void. Fate and destiny.”
“What do they do?” Chad asked, fascinated.
“They are merely representations of what happens to this planet.” The m’chs’duas finished with the window and turned to Chad. “The most ancient scrolls speak of them being the ruling forces in the universe.”
Chad nodded and went back to the story. “‘The Absolute went to Mor’Chai, Master of the Night and the Seven Moons, and said unto him, ‘Why must Sh’Tol have the light of the sun, the warmth of the world? Why should he be controlling them? Go, claim them for yourself, and be their ruler.’
“‘The words brought a corruption to Mor’Chai, and he went to Sh’Tol, Lord of the Day and the Sun, to claim his part. Sh’Tol, not knowing of the corruption, tried to calm Mor’Chai. But to no avail, the corruption was too deep.’
“‘Then the Absolute, in an effort for further corruption, went to Sh’Tol, and said unto him, ‘Why must Mor’Chai have the calm of the night, the moons in their splendor? Why should he be owning them? Go, claim them for yourself, and be their ruler.’
“‘The words brought a corruption to Sh’Tol, and he went to Mor’Chai to claim his part. Mor’Chai, knowing of what he wanted, instead fought with him, friend against friend, to battle for what Sh’Tol had.’
“‘The Absolute, pleased of what he had done, spread himself across the lands, like ink in water, bringing the peace of the world to an end, and therefore starting the War of the World.’”
Chad lifted his head, puzzled, and said, “This doesn’t make sense. Why couldn’t the both of them share?”
The Bull smiled sadly. “You are not the first one to ask that, halfling. Our philosophies challenge the story, although it is our duty to retell it.”
Chad looked at the pages and flipped a few pages. “‘How to summon the night’?”
“Hm?” The Bull glanced down, looking at the diagrams of scripts and the golden pictures. He raised an eyebrow. “What is this? Where did you get this?”
“From the shelf over there,” Chad said, pointing at a dusty alcove of the library wall.
The Bull looked. “Hm. Those are books not for us, halfing. They belong to my brother.”
“Oh. I didn’t know.” Chad closed the book and passed it over to the Bull, who walked over to the bookshelf and slipped the book back.
“I wonder if I can meet them, also,” Chad said.
“Who? Mor’Chai? Sh’Tol?”
Chad shrugged. “Either. Both. It just gets boring here. Even one of these Absolutes would-”
“Do not dare, halfling,” the Bull warned, holding up a finger. “The Absolutes are not to be summoned, even in jest. They are not like us, and they will not be mentioned in such a fashion. Do you understand?”
“Sorry, sir.” Chad said.
Still, he was curious.