Yesterday I had to write a myth for English and I got 100 first try so today I figured why not share it???? And who cares if i kept looking up my class on my computer to look at my 100 cause im proud of it... Lol
The characters used are some gods that i made just because i wanted to make a mythology family tree without a whole bunch of worldbuilding. So basically just messing around lol. I figured since i wasn't really doing a big story for them anyways, might as well use em, yknow?
It was a nice, sunny day, as it usually is in the Realm of the Gods. The many palaces reflected the glow of the sun, Furyin, causing them to shine brightly. Many of the Gods were out enjoying the day. Some were milling about the markets, and others were simply sitting in their yards, enjoying Furyin's warmth. Key word; most.
Inside their palace, Alzumi contemplated their next show. As the god of theatre, she had high standards. Each one had to be better than the last. She were supposed to perform her next one in just a few days' time, and she had not yet even finished the script. Something was off, though he didn't know what. Every time he thought he finally had the script he needed, he just found more and more issues with it. Either the message wasn't properly delivered, the characters had no real personality, or the story made no sense. She felt as if their shows were getting boring and becoming predictable. They needed something that would wow the audience, a show that would be remembered for centuries to come! But how?
They thought about all the gods that would be expecting a good show, especially their father. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and in an instant Alzumi was out the door, practically running towards her father's palace.
Meanwhile, Aikubena was pacing around his palace. He was running out of ideas to make more wealth. His followers expected it of him, and how could he let them down? He was the God of wealth and prosperity, after all. However, he didn't know how to get it. He had already tried every idea he could think of, all of which worked wonders. There was the time he raised the prices of everything in his markets, and the time he made knowledge of his silk production top secret. But, it was never enough. He needed to get more, becoming more wealthy. He just couldn't figure out how.
Suddenly, he thought of Mimiskati. Surely, his father would let him borrow something of his, right? After making sure he looked presentable–smooth, purple silk robes and tody hair–he quickly began make his way to his father's palace.
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Mimiskati sat in his chambers, calmly writing in his journal about his day so far. All of a sudden, his doors burst open, and he was faced with a winded Alzumi, and Aikubena closely behind.
"Father, I require some assistance, if you may!" they yelled at once, seemingly unaware or uncaring of the other's presence. Startled, Mimiskati sat there for a moment before opening his mouth.
"What do the both of you require at the same time?" he inquired, looking between his two children. Clearly, whatever they needed must've been important, or they wouldn't have burst in like that.
"Father, I need to use your music for my upcoming show!"
"Father, I require some of your music to garner more wealth!"
Their heads snapped to look at each other in shock; obviously, they had not expected the other to ask Mimiskati for the same thing.
Aikubena's face gained a look of annoyance, and he crossed his arms, glaring at Alzumi. "Now, just what makes you expect that Father will help you, and not me?"
Alzumi ruled his eyes and scoffed. "As if the last thing you need is more wealth. Surely, Father's logic makes him think the same."
The two continued to bicker for several moments, forgetting about their father. Mimiskati watched them with growing annoyance. It seemed that his children would not stop without his interference.
"That is enough! Do you have no respect for your father?" he yelled, standing up as he did so. Aikubena and Alzumi stopped immediately, shame washing over them as they realized what they'd done. Aikubena stood stiff, arms still folded and eyes pointed to the ground. Alzumi shuffled awkwardly, eyes darting from her father to the floor.
Mimiskati sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Spirits, it's like those two are toddlers," he mumbled under his breath before sitting back down. "Now, I can't give both of you my music, and I believe it'd be wise to avoid any future quarrels over it in the future. So," he clapped his hands together. "How about you two have a little competition? I'll give each of you a bit of my music. Whoever can create the better song by tomorrow this time wins and gets my music permanently. I will be the judge. Sound fair?"
Alzumi instantly brightened up and shook her head vigorously. "Yes, Father, that sounds perfectly fair!"
Aikubena thought about it for a moment before groaning. "Fine, I guess it's fair."
Mimiskati hummed in approval. "Good. Now, you two better get going; you only have a day."
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Starting immediately, the two Gods were hard at work. Aikubena decided to write a loud, fast-paced song about his wealth, while Alzumi decided on a calm, slow-paced song about the joys of creating. They worked all through the night and into the morning, perfecting every last note. Finally, it was time for them to show off their creations.
Mimiskati decided that Aikubena would be first. He sung about his current wealth, and how much more he could gain if he were to have music. At the end, Aikubena received a couple of approving nods from Mimiskati. Then, it was Alzumi's turn.
"Good luck sib. You're gonna need it after my spectacular performance," Aikubena boasted. Alzumi simply rolled their eyes and started their song.
They sung about how much joy creating her shows brings them, even if they get frustrated at times. She sung about how much more happy it made her when she shared them with others, and how she hoped they would inspire others to make their own creations. By the end, Mimiskati was completely enamored with the song, and Aikubena had scoffed and rolled his eyes so much it was a shock he still had them in their sockets.
"That was just wonderful, Zumi! It was beautiful! Every note felt as if it was carefully crafted, and all that with just a smidge of my music!"
Alzumi blushed and smiled abashedly, clearly not expecting such praise. "Thank you, Father. I worked very hard on it–"
"Yeah, yeah, it was great I guess," Aikubena interrupted rudely, tapping his foot impatiently. "Now, how about we get to business. Who won? I bet it was me." He smiled confidently, waiting for his own praise.
"Actually, Aiku, I feel Alzumi has the better song."
Aikubena's smile dropped. "What?"
Mimiskati went on. "They expressed clearly how they wish to use my magic to create joy, both in themselves and others. He does not care about wealth; he already performs his shows free of charge. Meanwhile, all you care about is wealth and gaining even more of it through music. His desire is selfless, while yours is selfish."
Aikubena stared in shock, mouth agape as Alzumi squealed in excitement. They jumped up and down several times before bringing their father into a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, I won't let you down!" Mimiskati ruffled their hair and chuckled.
"I'm sure you won't, Zumi."
A couple days later, Alzumi performed their show, and it was even better than they expected. It seemed music was what they needed, after all! The other Gods, save for Aikubena, had nothing but compliments for the young God.
And so, Alzumi won the title of God of Music. With this gift, they helped bring joy to the other Gods, and later on, to us humans when they gifted us the ability to do so ourselves. To honor his desire for joy, we sing songs and perform shows in our theatres every day of his month of worship.
