[UV] Narrative Notes

Mad Ramblings of an insane person

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The making of Cozen

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Aelin

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The Sealing Ritual

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The birth of Fafnir, The bringer of Chaos | Imprisonment of Love

As his darling's corpse began to be rend limb from limb by the terrible curse sent down by the overseers, there was a mighty rage boiling in the dragon's stomach. The unsightly crimson staining her rose fur, coiling around the mane strands and spilling down from the heavenly child to be gifted onto the selfish dirt beneath. For what purpose was her life taken? Why does anyone have to live if they're at the mercy of those that only care for the spectacle.

No... this has surely been cultivated into a Hellish existence, and as such he was going to show them all what that feels like - no more overt control, no more 'order' that shackles you to a fate they have written. It was time for the Chaos of the Wrathful to wash over the Mother Cosmos.

Oroboros shed his form completely, one last time, killing his form that he had grown to hate with each passing rebirth while the energy within him became corrupted by the growing grief and rage. It spewed out from the nostrils and gaping maw of a beast never before seen by the Will of the Cosmos. Fafnir, The Harbinger of Disorder emerged from the cocoon of the primordial dragon's carcass with a roar so great that it shook those crystal bastards out of their entitled tantrum.

An unordained corrupted Primordial stood before them with world-ending intent displayed in his piercing gaze. Fafnir cradled Daria’s remains for a moment before finally deciding to self-destruct, aiming to turn himself into a black hole the size of 10 galaxies combined.

While this was happening, Fae had been frozen in horror. Their perfect and safe delusion had been forcefully shattered by their brother’s untimely rebirth. Suddenly the words they had been unable to parse before rung in their ears as they convulsed from the guilt. Compounded with the sight of Fafnir’s enraged grief, Fae’s spirit appeared to be broken. They tried to understand in this final moment how their brother felt all these millennia and finally the message sunk in. “You’ve been carrying this burden on your own for so long… I’m sorry, dear brother.” Despite this, they could not allow Life to bear the brunt of their Primordial troubles, especially when their dear sister Daria just sacrificed herself to save it and ending it all would make her demise be in vain.

Attempting to help any way they know how, Fae began a spell of their own that would take their brother away from those that hurt him. They separated their soul and body into a juvenile pearl and stardust. The stardust bore instructions for a unique sort of space neatled in-between the fabric of reality as it curled around the mighty harbinger and sliced a pathway into that pocket dimension. Fafnir clawed and thrashed, unable to escape their sibling’s embrace while it dragged him into a desolate prison that, unbeknownst to them, would only serve to amplify his rumination and allow him to stew away in his misery for millennia to come.

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The demise of Daria

Daria became the most loved deity, temples and shrines covered entire planets as Life lived effortlessly devoid of plague or war under her gaze. She had managed to temper Life's chaotic nature with caring but firm nurture. Showing intelligence like no other, she was always aware of the nuances and roots of issues ready to uproot them without damaging the sprout eager to grow higher. The other Emanators were so proud of their sister, but none as proud as Oroborous who adored the goddess as if she was his own child.

The Will of the Cosmos were proud too... until centuries of perfection bored them to tears. These civilisations, planets covered in peace and idle existence and worst of all no progress reminded them too much of the millennia of pebbles floating at a snail's pace as they watched helplessly to intervene to just push it a little faster. The tears trickled down and a plague like no other washed over the Bubbles of Daria and her people were felled in droves. She despaired, faced with something she could not handle with her usual approach. The people cried "Our Holy Daria, Our Great and Powerful Unicorn majesty, please spare us from this painful ailment!" and her heart ached as they reached their helpless hands to the angry sky that brought down immortal tribulation without care for their pleas.

And so the goddess had made up her mind. The mighty deity thus shed her godly form, just like her brother had before, and tore it open above the tearful horizon prostrating herself to the Observers. Daria's body absorbed the clouds and her blood stained the ground beneath her people's feet, bearing fruit of salvation that cured the mortals of the treacherous plague. Her people rejoiced and cried all at once. Their dear goddess had saved them for the last time as they gorged on the Sacred Berries. Even to this day her image is preserved and her legacy blooms in the region of the Bubbles renamed into Unicorn’s Tears in her honour.

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The birth of Daria

When endless memories were engulfed, discarded by the Rebirth cycle, Oroborous began to feel the missing pieces of his precious existence. It etching itself onto the worlds and galaxies as civilisations worshipped the Almighty Primordial Dragon Protector that shed his power to keep the Order of the cosmos. Beings that call themselves his siblings and those above that watched mercilessly remembering a version of him he did not know.

The newly born dragon relearned to tread along the same desire paths that bore messages left by the previous versions of himself. Version of himself lost forever in the torturous never-ending nightmare that was this curse they reiterated was a blessed Prophecy given unto him by the Will of the Cosmos themselves... There was not much he could do but keep leaving notes and signs in planetary orbits, aligned stars and merging galaxies that spelled out stories of things he had once upon a time learned through exploring the cosmos. Unfortunately, soon the Observers caught onto these messages and disliked this unnatural disorder in their beloved Mother and began rearranging, erasing the messages in lieu of reorganising the space to better fit their observations. The poor dragon felt stifled in this regime where every step he took was not only swept away into dust but each new one littered with spikes to deter him from ever moving in the first place. He felt all he could do was confide in his dear siblings... so he went to Fae. He told them about the mental fog caused by his missing memories, the hostile existence of each try being punished and the physical toll that the rebirth had on him every time it was carried out. Fae froze. Suffering was not something they learned to deal with and so their mind began to tear it apart before it could hurt them. "Look, a star is forming! Don't you think it would be wonderful to watch it from the Waves?" Like no word was spoken, Oroborous couldn't understand why his sibling was seemingly unable to parse his plea, almost like Fae was stuck in their own world unable to be reached. For fear of the same happening again he stopped trying to express himself and just bore it like a weight chained to his shoulders until the day of his next arranged death. Oroborous cried as he rebirthed, a silent feeling of abandonment. In his final moments of that reincarnation he foolishly let himself hope... hope that maybe somehow, someday - there will be someone in this existence that will see Him, hear Him and care enough to understand Him. That day a new Emanator was born. Within the Primordial Egg that was Mo's shell, another lifeforce split itself from the juvenile dragon's soul and laid scrambling on the grassy field to stand on their own two feet. Two curious, tiny set of eyes gazed up for the first time with unending Hope. Fae and Mo held their new sister with glee before placing her back down to frolic with her twin brother. They called her Daria, a majestic unicorn darling of the Cosmos that was as powerful as Life's Hope for the future. The two were inseparable, always finding more exciting things to learn about. Oroborous eventually gave her dominion over the Bubbles so she could care for the galaxy just as she had always watched her siblings do. For the first time in eternity, the Will of the Cosmos smiled down on Oroborous, the dragon cultivating another set of eyes for them to observe through and expanding their reach for interesting stories. It felt like maybe this time it will be different and the Prophecy would be kind to the dragon that became infatuated by raising this little unicorn into an exceptional Emanator.

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Glossary

Observers/Will of the Cosmos - Emanators - Rebirth Ritual -

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One's name is like a prophecy in itself.

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POV: Oroborous exists

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Primordial Emanators

When Life developed and spread wide enough, the Will of the Cosmos decided to come together and combine their stardust to make three Primordial Emanators and divide the galaxies among them so they could watch over Life more efficiently; to guide it towards 'Order'. The three were made from the same stardust and yet yielded different outcomes. One was a mighty dragon with stars reflected in his scales and a gilded mane that flowed like the sea. He could grow as big as the galaxies themselves if left unrestrained and his curiosity too knew no limits. He would guard the Waves* and Bubbles* but his mind wandered elsewhere, wherever there were things to explore and interact with. This endless excitement for discovery and experimentation bothered the Will of the Cosmos and they soon placed a prophecy upon their child to keep him in line:

"Every 10 millennia you must shed your form and begin anew, reborn in your image but relinquishing your memory and thus your dangerous growing power."

He would come to be known as Oroborous, the primordial Dragon of Self-sacrifice. The second that awoke was Fae, a humanoid Emanator that sprouted like a beautiful flower. Their hair was like silk that fell all the way to their feet and their skin was like a fertile dirtbed sown with shiny specks laid over highly-regenerative immortal flesh. Fae's excitement to meet Life was matched only by the Will of the Cosmos themselves, the love Fae felt for those yet to be born strummed the hearts of Rose's* subjects and all would come to greet the Mother of Life that could lift seeds from their slumber with a simple flick and build whole cities made of sturdy bark in seconds. Upon descending to the land of mortals, they embraced all forms of Life and even gave some worthy fungi shelter on their own holy skin.

Although the two were meant to divide the 4 galaxies between each other equally, after just a couple centuries Fae would crumble under the pressure of Life's cyclical demise. They would beg to have the Life consolidated in one Galaxy where they could protect them more closely, and the Will obliged. In fact, those cries were so heart-wrenching that the Observers allowed them to pick a planet's worth of Life and grant them immortality so that they would never have to know the suffering of death. The only stipulation given to them was: "Take away their fertility and keep them away from mortal Life. In this way you may keep them in your Garden forever." And so they did. The final was Mo, a juvenile Observer. In terms of development stage it was but a fetus, and yet its body had potent force that could be used to enshroud an entire galaxy, transport planets and later conduct the Rebirth Ritual for Oroborous; with Fae's help of course. It was initially meant as a catalyst, a tool, but after some time it grew more sentient and learned to communicate. Although Observers looked down on such waste of cultivation, it would shed its stardust to form sentences in the air and materialise as a large Plesiosaur to drift along with its siblings for the fun of it. The Will of the Cosmos disliked such unbecoming actions but dismissed Mo as a childish marble that would never grow beyond it's current size. Mo did not mind, it enjoyed being but an Emanator's tool if it meant spending time with those it cared for.

*Names of galaxies

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The body horror of being a crystal sphere that physically manifests information that it experiences in the form of colours in it's crystalline flesh and be forced to watch something happen that you didn't want to see and now it's literally etched into you with ink that you can either paint over with more information and know that deep down it's still there or physically cut it out of yourself that could cause the event you hate to happen again because your sheddings materialise the very thing that is written on them.

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The Will of the Cosmos II

One extra-special day something novel appeared in their beloved Mother - the first shy bubblings of True Life. It was small, incredibly tiny, but it was unheard of, unseen of; and as such they crowded around it with curiosity. Thousands if not millions of shiny dots adorned the night sky hiding among the stars to watch little microbes move in generous puddles on the planet's surface. This was unlike anything they have ever seen before and, with the way of the cosmos, they knew this could fizzle out as soon as it appeared. So in their anxiety, they began to shed bits of themselves to shelter this Life and watch it grow into something sustainable.

After many many years it began to spread and they helped it, they would send envoys, Emanators, in the Life's image to shepherd the strays and provide protection. However, their anxiety and desire for a story like no other soon began to turn into pride and greed. The ones that could afford to shed more had their will enacted while those that disagreed with the direction of the plot raged against the inability to cultivate faster. Such was the world of the Strong, they wrote history with their own hands and left the weak to watch helplessly as the unwanted colours stained their despondent crystal skin. All they could do was focus on smaller places that their large siblings overlooked and write their own narratives in the hopes of impacting the overarching development. That was the Will of the Cosmos.

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The Will of the Cosmos

Before life bloomed into existence, there were forces that swirled the cosmos around like a galactic soup filled with frozen potential. The pressure that kept atoms together would eventually crush and refine them into perfect crystal spheres, giving those forces a safe cocoon to cultivate themselves within. That was when the cosmos gave birth to its first organic shape that was like a pristine, indestructible marble floating along without purpose except to Observe. It was adorned in vibrant colours produced by photons etching history into its body as it watched the death of stars and birth of black holes, the wondrous spirals of galaxies and collisions of asteroids. It wasn't necessarily alive yet but soon it would cultivate enough to sort those colours into segments in it's crystalline flesh. With millennia of growing one layer at a time, it started to move with purpose.

There were places that those eager marbles would swarm in droves to catch a glimpse of large-scale events from each individual angle while others loitered in solitude to observe a pebble floating around at snail's pace. At least one would surely find every corner to have the opportunity to record a unique experience. This is how the Observers showed their love for the cosmos. More and more of them appeared, each at their own stage of cultivation and with their own colour to display their experience. They would twirl around each other, exchanging copies of events they have seen so that they may grow even bigger and shine prettier with their knowledge. These copies they would let spew into blank corners of their skin and shed into stardust onto their awaiting siblings. These dances of equivalent exchange would shrink them ever so slightly before returning to their size with the newly obtained rainbow dust that soon joined their complexion. As they evolved into greater spheres, those sentient enough to understand efficiency in cultivation would begin to congregate and sprawl their skin into invisible tendrils that would stretch out and see farther without expending force and exchange visions so that they grew even faster. Such brilliant pearls glistened together until they eventually melted into one giant sphere. These goliaths that were made up of vast collections swirled the colours within and expelled those that did not fit their design creating children that went on to continue the rejected narratives with their own approach. And so the society of the Observers flourished as they exchanged and cultivated these stories of their mother's history. Eventually they would grow bigger than the stories they wrote and with the blank pages of their biology they realised they could rip those pages out to influence the space around them. Shedding their body with instructions for elements they have witnessed caused the stardust to form these copies with unique futures that they could see from any location like a remote waypoint camera. Those recreations would shine brighter than the blueprint guided by heavenly power and sometimes create an even more interesting story that the Observers would enjoyed witnessing. And so they began to invest in the world around them, no longer simply gazing from the sidelines but actively throwing a galactic hat in the ring to see how it reacts with the world around it that they have come to love. Nothing was more interesting than seeing how their Mother's rules shaped their creations into incandescent artefacts painted in their flesh.

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Genre: Fantasy General structure guideline: Hero's Journey Themes: Environmentalism, Found family, Coming of age (?), Religion (development of fictional religion through fictional culture's history, relationship between faith and deity, the perversion of religion in organisations), Generational trauma, Neurodivergence, Capitalism, Gender, Class, Self-sacrifice, Corruption