The Grand Tapestry

The creation of the world was not however easy nor without flaw. The two consciousnesses were in near continual conflict, both wanting to gain the advantage. It was during one of these such conflicts that I was born.

The powers of light and darkness were creating the essence of the world, and the question was to whom it would belong. The argument went on for a short period of time (actually, to you mortals, it would seem to be an eternity), and proved to be entirely inconclusive. Both sides, frustrated and impatient, decided to move on and agreed that the world essence would simply be composed of one half Good and one half Evil. Each one knew, however, that this would mean the very essence of the world would be in constant conflict with itself, but it was the only concession that either of them would make.

Thus the essence of the world was a mixture of light and dark, in continual movement and perpetual conflict. I embody this essence. I am, in fact, the representation of the world's very spirit. I make the world advance; I protect it from destruction or destroy it, depending on the shifts in the delicate balance of power. I weave the World Tapestry, the past, present and future of the world. But enough of that. I'm sure that I bore you all with such instruments of immortal power, and that none of you are interested in the workings of the Tapestry.

To return to my beginnings, the world essence was very unstable for a long period of time. It moved from body to body, using and wasting each one in turn due to the incredible stress of holding the world upon one's shoulders. It was actually by accident that I, in my current form, was able to survive.

As you well know, the Gypsies were the guardians of the Darkstone, and as such had a special affinity with it. My current form directly descends from the original gypsies, and this explains my survival. Through some quirk of nature I was born to a Katrin female (I suspect that an immortal had something to do with this, but I have never been told). However, there was one slight problem: from my very birth, I cast no shadow whatsoever. The shadow instead floated around my body, in the very air. My parents were killed, believed to have consorted with demons, and I was thrown into a river to be drowned. The Katrin villagers did not know of my special nature; while my parents had not knowingly consorted with any demon, they had gotten involved in something far more grand than any mere demon. I was no mere Katrin gypsy; I was an Immortal. I was the essence of the world.

After having happily bubbled down the river for some time, I remember being gathered in by a group of nomad gypsies. I suppose some quirk of fate had me end up with the same people as those who cast me away only hours before. In any case, it was here that I grew to become what I am now.

Shortly after my twenty seventh winter, I was informed by a wandering traveler of my true origins (at the time, you see, I did not know of my nature). It was as if a lock were opened inside me, and I began to see things as they truly were. I saw the threads vibrate in all living things, even in the being standing before me. I understood instantly my purpose in the world: I was to weave the threads into unity, I was to form the great World Tapestry. It was then that my work, my gift, my curse, began.

The shattering of the Darkstone was actually quite irritating, I recall. Having so many threads suddenly vanish, and having so many others tear to pieces, made it rather annoying to patch up the tapestry to avert complete and absolute disaster. Not to mention the chaos created by all the threads of the confused realmsfolk who had no idea what they were doing. *Sigh* Mortals. Always so confused and frantic about anything. Does it really matter that much if the Darkstone blows up? It was only irritating to have to patch up the tapestry. It was actually quite a good thing, come to think of it; the tapestry was getting far too light-colored to be pretty, the extra dark made it so much better. Later on, the destruction of the world because of Seluctruh's meddling was also a marvelous occasion to start a fresh new balanced tapestry.

In any case, I shall end my tale here, mortal. I am sure you have many dextrous deer to slay, and I have many threads to weave and destinies to choose. The crystal ball shall guide my feet; may the Tapestry guide yours. It's not as if you have the choice, anyways. All of your actions are but consequences of my whims while weaving the tapestry. In any case, I bid you farewell.

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