As time passed odd things began to happen upon the world. The temparature dropped and snowstorms began to ravage the outer realms as the Frozen God commanded an outer wall to be built around the world. A wall made out of pure, enchanted ice. A wall of mountains, raising higher then anything the world had yet seen. A mountainchain that would encircle the world and act as a sign of warning for those that would come. A vast number of tunnels would fill these mountains, some leading to grand mountain halls large enough to harbour vast city states. Others would be so small that even the tiniest of mice would have to struggle to get through them. In the deepest caves the Frozen God carved out a home for himself. A place where he could rest.
To summon storms and create mountains was tiresome work after all. Even Gods needed rest after such an endevour. Now though, he was done and he had created something that at least would make sure that his heritage would be kept alive.
The White Wall these mountains would one day be called in the word of the Gods. In the languages of the mortals there would be many words and many names to describe the endless ice that surrounded their world.
4PP Mold ( Greater ): The creation of the White Wall.
Velt has been silent during the conversation between his daughter and Ebel, mostly uncaring, Isura wounded the mother, proving that even gods could be hurt, the earth god was briefly filled with rage when the claws hit Ebel, but then he thought "We got what we wanted, none of us would dare to confront the mother, we all love her somehow, we wished for change and we got it, will she be useful to the world?" the god has no answer for that "Isura the Eteranl" he nearly laughed thinking at it "Isura the Slave of her nature" would have been a better title, for her and for all the gods maybe"
He turned toward Dajjal "My sister, lady of the dust? I fear that you are not correct, matter belong to me even something as flickering and small as the dust, no matter what you do but someday it will come back to his rightful owner, remember that... I'll gladly lend you some if it you so desire, but nothing more..." the god weaved his hand on the sea of Daj, disturbing its waves like they was really made of maleable water.
Then watching Isura "I'm sorry if I have not welcomed you yet, She who is not my daughter and yet I have helped bringing in creation, I was amused and I must admit a little scared by your corageous choice of words, I offer you shelter deep within my domain, should you need it one day, my kingdom is slow to change and might enjoy your work greatly, as even burned, melted, or turned to dust its diversity increase and so does its variety and beauty... But I'll join my mother in wrath should you turn upon us" he told, watching how the eruption fury was slowly weakening and the flames was dying, many extinguished as the rocks and stones covered them and slowly suffocated them.
"As for the gate so close to my land, I have felt its dangers, however I think that opportunities might outweight them for now, after all we all came from it... maybe we should form an agreement to control it, protect it? To destroy anything that comes from it that might treathen us? I was also wondering... Shall we agree that none of us could traspass in the realm of another? That none of us could reshape the entire creation without the other acceptance?"
Meanwhile the god felt the raising of the White Wall, the ice taking grip on the land below the sea, of course it could be better if there was no edges where things can fall into the noghingness, but at least the wall provided a temporary solution, a "fix", not an elegant one but something that could still wokr. One day I should thank the Frozen One for his job.
"Oh please, brother, don't be so blunt about it," snorted the wind, sounding instantly very annoyed and very un-poetic, "True you may stake your claim for now with the sands and the broken down earth. I have no interest in them."
And the winds fell, coalescing into mists that settled like a mantle, protectively, over the Sea.
"It is the time after time of which I speak, you fool, I have no desire or inclination to trespass upon your territory any time soon. No, it is the time after your rocks and your unyielding stone, then shall all come upon my domain, brother. Wind was the first to push back the others, the first to spark in the void, and so shall it rest forevermore when all the others are gone. I speak of dust on the wind, but these are merely words. You, brother, so very much like your earthy domain, seem incapable of rising above such trivialities. I am talking of the end of all things. And when all things end, there shall I find my birthright."
"What I tried to remind you my sister, is that even broken, shattered or "dead", matter is still mine and forever will be, even if your winds loudly rage, scream or cry, even if your grand finale comes..."
"Anyway I shall wait until that day that you desire so much, when everything ends, and I'll be content with ruling over the trivialities of existance, I'm an humble being after all, satisfied by the job I have been given... The grand silence that awaits after creation ends, when nothing will matter and no one will care who is the mover or who claims its birthright, is a thing I'm not interested in that I'll gladly leave to you... "
"I don't think we will ever have to talk abou this argument again, as apparently we are both satisfied by what we have... but still I just have a small reminder for you, about the "first mover", the "first spark in the void", you know quite well who have it, don't lie to yourself and us claiming something that is not yours..."
The winds let out a slow, exasperated sigh. What a fool, this earth god was.
"And still you miss my point, dear brother," said the goddess, "Still you remain as blunt and uncultured as ever. No more shall I repeat my disinterest in your rocks and pebbles and sand, though you remain woefully ignorant of my true intention."
"But, I suppose, I can't change that. If your rocks and your stones are any indication, no matter how hard and often you attempt to smash them, they get smaller, but still resolutely, stubbornly constant. That is how it is with you, and that is how it always shall be. You have no grasp of subtleties. I care not for the carers, for they will be gone. I care not for the noticers, for they will be dead. And I shall be glad of it. That is all I want, for that is all I am. The something to whisper through the nothing.
"But you seem set on that one little point, so just let me right you. Wind was the first element to manifest, even before your earth took up its own self. Again your lack of subtlety presents itself. True, rock and water and fire and ice existed when I was wrought, but none yet had taken up their mantle as I had to air. Not yet. Ebel came before, it's true. But before your great rock took shape, Wind reigned supreme in its own age. All will have their time, their ages will be coming. But when they've all had their say, wind wil reign once more."
It was then that Isura secreted away. "How pretentious you are, wind-scorn! Flame have mercy, can you ever be wrong about anything?" The goddess swam through space, settling some small distance away from the gate. She flexed her claws, and felt the gate respond in kind. She focused her will, and the gate seemed to groan, grudgingly bending to her mental touch.
The calm, unceasing glow of the gate turned a garish orchid hue, clearly unhappy to be disturbed so. At Isura's continued prodding, the gate begrudgingly began to expel matter and energy.
If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
The god smiled to his sister, a condescending smile "By twisting the meanings and playing games of words my sister, I don't think you will accomplish much, there is a difference between what is sublte and what simply false, second you was and second you will remain, again it does not matter how much you claim, twist, you are the daughter of someone that you can't deny I hope... And your kingdom in the time when nothing is left, if it ever happens... well you are right I can't understand it, nor I'll desire such a realm for myself, so I guess we will have no quarrel over who was going to be the queen of nothing right? There is no whisper if no one is there to listen, no matter how poetic and "cultured" it might sound, sister I hope that one day you will figure that out."
But the goddess was growing weary of this discourse.
"Earth, kindly stop talking. You obviously have no inclination of what it is that I desire, for we are simply too irrevocably different. I want to be alone, I want my word to have no meaning, to have none to hear me. I want to be without purpose, without goals and without stupid, ignorant brothers who keep missing the entire point! I want to be alone in the void! Don't you understand that? But I am content to wait. I am content to wait an eternity. For no matter how long I wait, that time will still be there, perhaps grown sweeter from the distance, but still there. And I will be happy to shout my discourse at the nothing, to have no meaning, no purpose be gleaned from my shouting.
"We are too diametrically opposed, however, for you to ever possibly understand that. You need to have others there to gratify you, to validate your words. I have no need of that. I detest that. And once more shall I repeat. Yes, Ebel preceeded me, have I not conceeded that already? But she did not rule anything. Her purpose was to birth us, and her purpose is quickly fading. But I was the first-born of Ebel, the first to take my steps, to speak my words into the void.
"But no matter, what is done, is done, and my future awaits me, just as yours does. You will have your time, and I will have my time. Do not try again to depreciate my Age, for it will not work. You owe me that, dear brother, for I never tried to depreciate yours. You will be glorious brother. Yours spires with rise high, your mountains reaching the sky, your caverns large as oceans. You will have glory brother, but somewhere else. Somewhere apart from me. Now please, leave me be, and leave your sister to a little peace and quiet."
"As you wish, sister, I'll let you find in silence the solace that you desire, if you can remain in that silence of course, a thing I that I really doubt, at least from what I have seen of you until now..."
The god then turned to look at the gate, that was again open, letting matter and energy flow in creation, wondering what was disturbing it.
