"Make something with me," she said to the Carver.
The Carver looked at the board, where his beautiful pawns lay broken and discarded by the childish goddess who was even now leading her partner around the room. He looked at the other gods, idle and content in their idleness, and knew that he needed something more.
"Yes," he replied. "Yes, let's make something special."
They wasted no time in getting to their work, because what was there to hold them back? The materials they needed they gathered from around the garden of the gods, the physical elements of fire and earth and water and air. This part of the story you can imagine, I think - immortal hands shaping the form of the very earth we inhabit now, though at the time it was a far more wild and fearsome place. The first beasts and foliage were more rough and primitive than those to which we are accustomed.
"It is not complete," the Carver said, when they had stopped at last. They looked down at the world that they had created and knew that this was so.
"It needs art and music," the Sculptor replied, glancing at the sisters.
"It needs laughter and passion," the Carver agreed, nodding at Love and Lust.
They looked down at their work, and at the materials that remained. There was not a lot.
"We will make something like ourselves," the Sculptor whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder. "To enjoy our world and to care for it."
The Carver took up his tools, and fashioned eight figures from War's abandoned pawns, and four of these they called men and four they called women.
"From these a mighty population shall spring," he announced, setting them gently down, pleased with his work. "Thought mortal, they shall be immortal in their legacy."
The Sculptor took up her tools, and from the materials that remained of their world building, she shaped eight spirits to inhabit the figures, two each of fire, air, earth and water.
"From these a might spirit shall grow," she announced, carefully fitting the spirits to their forms, smiling with pride. "They will pray and love and hope as we never have."
And then they set the figures down in their new world, and awakened them with a whisper, and watched proudly as they came to life.
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Is this strangely related to that chess piece you wrote? With the girl who woke up into this chess game?
Yes it is :D
The Carver is the link here, I'm assuming it was his name that made you ask?
It's been a long time since I wrote that piece and I'm not sure HOW it relates to this world, although maybe it is a kind of alternate reality from War's games, since he has been making pieces for her since before this story takes place.
Hmm... continuity is a bitch, isn't it?
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