The Creation of Arulea

A Billows of Wrath and Betrayal Story

Sophia Collie

In the beginning, water was all there was. The still, lifeless ocean was colorless on the surface and unmoving, but below, in the depths of the sea, a whisper of purple smoke slowly grew into a cloud layer across the entire floor. The smoke eventually floated its way to the surface. It gathered itself and morphed into a figure with two arms and two legs.

The violet goddess wiggled her fingers, testing their mobility. Once she was situated in her new form, Errasith looked down at the water she had originated from. The goddess frowned, disappointed by the dullness of her domain. With a flourish of both hands, she illuminated the darkness, filling the water with hues of blue, purple, and magenta. The energy thrummed through the sea, a quiet yet constant buzzing that would go unnoticed by most.

While happy with what she had just done, Errasith was not yet content with her new world. She looked around where she stood, floating slightly above the water's surface. The goddess thought about creating land for others, as she was lonely. She would make them complete opposites, to celebrate the individuality of everything she would bring to life.

Errasith raised the first island from the depths of the sea with a simple upward motion. Gliding toward it, she knelt to touch the water surrounding her island. This one would have a warm tropical climate, with sunny skies and humid temperatures. Its people would be peaceloving and kind to all.

This island will be called Kellani. Errasith floated North until Kellani was merely a speck in the distance before pausing. This is where she would create her next island. Once again, Errasith raised the island from the depths of the water. She bent down once more to bestow its characteristics. This island would be a tundra, where ice and snow stayed all year long. The energy she had placed in the water would allow the climate to be vastly different from that of the previous island. It would be full of honest and hardworking people. This island will be called Hashel.

The goddess then traveled Southeast planning to place her final island equally distanced from the other two, forming a triangle. Errasith started her journey, but an uneasy sense washed over her once she had gone a distance. It would appear that the water which she had risen from had another smoke layer over it. However, this time, it was red and ominous.

The smoke collected as Errasith had, into a figure similar to her, but different. This figure had sharper angles and gave the goddess an uncomfortable sense of fear. Tarsalor was a lurid red shade and when he flicked his hand, thunder clapped and a lightning bolt struck from not far away.

Errasith understood the god’s silent request for his own island, so she allowed it, unaware of the grave mistake she would be making. Nonetheless, the goddess watched as Tarsalor created his island in a manner similar to the way she created her own. He raised it from the water’s depths and touched the surrounding water to give the island its attributes. Darcelon.

He silently told the goddess the word, the roots of which meaning ‘do not disturb.’ Errasith would obey Tarsalor’s request to leave his island in peace, though she could already sense the evil. The goddess glided to the center of the trinity of islands that Arulea was comprised of and created a ball of light that would light the days and a dimmer one for the night.

This new island created by Tarsalor would be a deciduous environment, with mild temperatures and mighty trees. Its people would be brutal, troublesome folk that would lead impure lives. Errasith, however, silently knew to accept it because deep down she understood its purpose in her precious realm of Arulea.

The darkness must always exist, for there cannot be light without the presence of dark. This island would be called Darcelon. It is not to be disturbed.

Author’s Note: This piece is the story of the creation of a fictional world from a longer piece.