Time passed, the new order of the gods took root, and life
settled into a harmonious, cyclical rhythm on Lossi. The
Elementals remained potent only in the Valley of the Whispering
Winds, losing all sovereign power in the wider world.
Laurel
of the Bottomless Womb and Pan the Horned God ruled with
unquestioned authority from the Enchanted
Forest. And so it was, until a new god was born.
Laurel
had only brought forth daughters thus far who, while mighty forces
in their own right, competed with each other and posed no threat
to the male branch of power. But when Pan walked into the sacred
grove on this day, he saw that Laurel
had given birth to a son, and he trembled with fear. Before a
single name could be given him, Pan grabbed a sword and cut his
son in half.
Laurel
only laughed. In his rage, Pan had forgotten that it is not
possible to kill a god. The boy did not die, but instead split
into twins whom their mother named Akireli and Kumbayeli. They
became gods of the two moons that circled Lossi and, as the world
would soon learn, a whole lot more. Akireli and Kumbayeli
disagreed about everything, and made sure everyone else knew it.
Most disconcerting of all, wherever the twins passed, discord
wasn’t far behind. Others around them would grow irritable and
start arguing, as well.
Laurel and Pan hoped they would eventually become tired of
incessant bickering, but they only grew worse. Soon they were
stirring up trouble in the Sidhe Court, spreading lies and gossip amongst the nobles. Egos were ruffled,
tensions rose, lines were drawn, and conflict escalated until
all-out war erupted between leading Sidhe families and their
faerie underlings were forced to choose sides. Their goddess
Onedia was at a loss and retreated into the woods. The mighty
Sidhe nation was split in two.
The families holding dominion over Life came to call
themselves the Light Sidhe of the Seelie Court, and their underlings became faeries. The families holding
dominion over Death came to call themselves the Dark Sidhe of the Unseelie Court, and their underlings became tricksters. Ever were the two Courts
at war, though neither could remember exactly why. Some elders
believed it had to do with an argument of whether the forces of
Life or the forces of Death were more powerful. But, in truth, it
did not matter what the initial cause was, for it was
long-obscured by centuries of fresher offenses piled on top of it.
Only now did Laurel and Pan understand the true powers
wielded by their twin sons. Akireli and Kumbayeli were gods of
polarity, duality, opposites, and conflict. Their parents could
not afford to have them conjure up more strife in the
Enchanted
Forest, so they told them to go in any direction they pleased and not
stop until they reach the ends of the world, where they wouldn’t
be a nuisance to anybody.
After much heated
arguing about which direction to go, Akireli and Kumbayeli finally
journeyed to the south, and didn’t stop until they reached the
farthest shores of the
Great
Ocean. There, they built for themselves a straw hut, and spent the days
nagging each other about every little detail of their monotone
lives. The twins seldom had visitors, but the few they did get
were sorry they came.