When the World was New
A lush forest appeared around the Soulbound and the unconscious shaman. The colors of the leaves were bright green and difficult for the elves to look at without squinting as the trees seemed to give off their own light rather than simply absorbing energy from the sun. As Peridur and Eleanor gazed in astonishment at the beauty of the past through Grunash's memories, a woman's voice came out of the scene around them.
"Welcome Soulbound," she said. "To when the world was new." And a beautiful woman came striding between the shining trees. Her voluptuous curves were barely covered by thick ropes made of ivy that were wound in mesmerizing patterns across her hips and full breasts.
The elves immediately recognized the goddess of love from their meditation on the creation of the orcs. Eleanor felt herself flushing in mild embarrassment at the memory of the pleasure she had enjoyed while embodying the goddess.
Peridur gave an elaborate yet effortless bow to Love, and Eleanor followed suit with a curtsy, calling on her long years of etiquette training at the court of the Etharch to overcome her hesitancy at engaging with the goddess.
"My Lady," Peridur said. "We are honored by your presence." The goddess smiled and her visage caused the shining foliage around her to dim in comparison. The elf blinked a few times to clear his thoughts from Love's overwhelming charisma and continued, "Eleanor and I have come to this place to not only learn about the shaman Grunash's history but also to understand more about the mysterious creatures called the Abhors."
The goddess's face clouded for a moment but then her ever present smile reemerged. "All one needs to know about my servant Grunash can be learned through the memory in which we find ourselves." She paused. "But as for the beasts of dream, it is best not to speak of them here as we are close to the boundaries from which they emerge to torment those on the physical plane."
Love turned, revealing yet more intricately woven ivy trailing down her shapely back. "Follow," she said and moved away from the Soulbound through the trees, which swayed as the goddess approached to spare her the effort of pushing them to the side. Peridur took Eleanor's hand gently and gave her an encouraging smile, then they followed Love deeper into the primordial woods.
The goddess spoke in lilting tones as she walked. "Ages and ages ago," she said. "The true natures of all things dwelt closer to the surface. You must have noticed the colors are brighter here and there was a reason for that." Love plucked a single leaf off of a vine of her ivy and tossed it over her shoulder. The Soulbound watched as the leaf hit the ground and it immediately flowered and spread, crawling up the closest tree, wrapping the trunk in patterns of ivy similar to the goddess's finery.
"The energy of all things, gods and goddesses, plants and animals, elves and orcs, and the universe itself, was new and fresh and unbridled." The goddess ran her fingers over a small plant as she passed and it burst into bright red flowers that turned their faces towards Love as she continued onward.
"As in all things, there was a balance of growth and decay in this existence," she said. "The brighter a light shines, the darker a shadow it casts." Love ceased moving at a break in the trees and gestured for the elves to join her. "Behold, one of the shadows."
At first, the Soulbound thought they were gazing down into a steep gorge at the bottom of which a stream flowed, burbling and bubbling through the rocks at its base. But as they continued to watch, the swiftly flowing ripples resolved itself into a discernable pattern of diamond-shaped scales. Within the waters of the stream, a bright red light began to glow revealing the eyes of a beast hidden within and Love pointed towards it.
"Hunger dominated some of the spirits of this time. They required constant sustenance to maintain their consciousness in their swiftly changing physical forms." The goddess curled her lip in disgust at the enormous watery serpent that clawed at the rock face of the gorge, scourging long swathes of material from it before flowing onwards.
"This particular spirit clothed itself in water and hid in plain sight as a place for creatures, both sentient and not, to get a drink," she said. "The elves called it, 'the Flood', and counseled their children how to quickly recognize it from certain signs, though they still lost a dozen to its ravages."
"The orcs, however," Love flashed her teeth in a fierce smile that momentarily reminded Eleanor of Grunash. "Do not name their enemies until they conquer them."
From within the gorge, an inhuman scream pierced the silence. The elves startled and moved closer together as a heavily muscled orc entered the ravine from somewhere to their left. The orc gave another battlecry as he approached the enormous snake made of water and, as he did so, his shape wavered and shifted into the form of a gigantic bear.
"Grunash," Peridur whispered into Eleanor's ear as he wrapped his arms around her.
The serpent raised its head from the gorge basin and gave a menacing hiss, like water thrown over a fire and turned to steam. The bear roared and threw itself into the creature's body, clawing its way through the living water towards the bright red beacon of the thing's eyes.
The elves' attention was drawn away from Grunash's battle with the snake as a shining silver light entered the far side of the gorge. The light resolved itself into an elf dressed in leather. In his hands, he had a spear that burned with its own flame. As he ran at the stream that was also a serpent, he began to chant an ancient elven song of strength. Eleanor gasped in recognition as her Soulbound drew her closer in an effort to stop her trembling.
"I know that song," she said and clasped Peridur's neck to her cheek. "The spellsingers call it, 'Aelthic's rage'."
"Aelthic's rage, indeed," her Soulbound replied as the fearless elf threw himself into the fray.
At first, it seemed that Aelthic's flaming spear would win the day. As it nicked the edge of the water serpent's scales, the thing screeched and writhed in pain, steam rising from the place where the elf's blade had struck. But as it realized the mortal danger it faced from the elfin warrior and his magic blade, the creature moved with the speed of flowing water from rock to crevice and back again, evading every strike that Aelthic leveraged at it.
The elf warrior cried out in frustration.
Meanwhile, the giant bear was struggling, slowly drowning beneath the swiftly changing currents of the water serpent. The orc shaman would not accept defeat and inexorably pressed forward, clawing again and again through the serpent's effervescent form only to find himself reaching for empty space rather than his goal of the creature's innermost eye and the seat of its power. The shaman's defiant roar was lost in the bubbles of the snake's watery body, but his will was not broken.
Grunash pushed himself away from the beckoning glow of his enemy's shining red eyes and back to the surface of the water, where he desperately gasped oxygen into his lungs before he dove once again into the body of his mortal enemy, completely unaware that another great warrior labored only a stone's throw away.
The elf was finding as much success at vanquishing the snake as the orc. Utilizing the lightning fast reflexes of his race, Aelthic was able to avoid the swirling tentacles of water that the serpent was sending in his direction but unable to launch a meaningful attack of his own. One step at a time, Aelthic was driven by the serpent towards the steep sides of the gorge until his heels clicked against the rough stone wall.
