"What's going on here?" the something was anxious, frightened even, at the sight of the forming egg.
The cloud-shape darkened as it drifted over to the other two. It stopped just shy of meeting them but peered down at what Ebel was attempting to prise apart. The something gave a soft scream that whistled about them, spiralling horribly, continuing on even as she spoke again, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"Mother, what is that?" asked the something, horror etched in every syllable, "It isn't right, it isn't normal."
A loud rumble passed through the cloud-shape. But her next words her quieter still.
Finally the shell cracked and a large serpentine head emerged, with features becoming more defined with every passing moment, within its eye socket, empty at first, formed two huge eyes, composed of multifaced gemstones, that reflected the dancing lights from the sky above, the newborn god fully liberated itself from the egg, breaking trough the original crack. Composed at first of molten rock, the creature quickly begun to solidify appearing as massive lizard like creature with a black glassy skin.
Not unlike the egg it kept drawing the light and matter to itself, attracting and absorbing it under his dark scales.
Velt huge eyes turned to his mother and the god hissed, with an uncertain voice, filled with expectation.
Ebel smiled at the creature. "Yes, I am your mother. And this is your sister, No-Name." She motioned towards the cloud-shaped her. Though Ebel was herself more solid, the hand she motioned with, her left hand, likewise seemed to be made of mist.
"I gave birth to you for a reason. I create the earth, but it wants to rot. If I give the earth to you, will you tend to it and keep it whole? Will you do this, my dear...?" It was clear that Ebel was asking for the godling's name as well.
"My name's Da-Dajjal! Dajjal!" blurted the cloud-shape, but then fell siletn, apparently ashamed of her outburst.
It was an odd thing to explain, but it seemed as though for a moment, the need to be named, to be unique and noticed had become suddenly overpowering at the sight of the newest godling. But the need that had flared so violently within her now seemed to have quite evaporated, replaced with an odd sense of foolishness and shame. It wasn't so much that she was ashamed of her outburst, nor of the name she had chosen so rashly. She was mostly ashamed that she should be so normal, so mundane as to require a name.
She sighed. The sigh came from the something, however, all around them, and hung upon the ear for several moments before she plucked up the courage to speak once more.
"Yes," she said, gathering herself for a more dignified reprise, "I am Dajjal."
She then attempted to morph the cloud-face into what Ebel had already shown to signify contentment. A smile.
"Of course I'll gladly serve you mother, I'll oversee the earth in your name, and I like the idea of keeping things whole, intact, united, like a family should be I guess..."
"I'll need a name, I presume, something that could help defining me, a way for you or my sister to call me when in need..."
He paused a few seconds to think, manwhile his own form became more solid, defined, his features sharper, the eyes acquired more details, crests of obsidian appeared on his head and his claws and stony muscles grew stronger.
"I think I'll choose Velt, It feels natural to me, does it to you mother?"
"Beside can you give me a little more earth to play with? I feel that earth is "stronger" easier to keep it whole when its all together, concentrated into a single place..."
Shall I go and work on forging the earth into some world shape? Do we have al already existing world of some kind that I'm not aware of? Shall I wait a little bit more for that? How much shaping a world without too many features will cost me?
The bubble of nothingness that No-Name had created around her and Ebel disturbed the water and earth, creating gentle swirls of mud that in some subtle ways mirrored the primal vortex not far away. With the earth god's acceptance of his task, some of that mud seemed into the bubble and formed an earthen hand to replace the one the goddess lost.
"Excellent," Ebel said, beaming with satisfaction. "And Velt is a good name, a fine name, a name of testing and growing stronger."
She turned towards her daughter. "Dajjal is a splendid name as well," she lied, hopefully convincingly. She had actually liked the fact that her daughter hadn't felt the need to label herself. But she should be supportive, she supposed. Before there was time for guilt to build, she put the thought aside.
"Yes, things are a bit diffuse. It can be difficult to keep the elements apart, if you aren't careful. However..." with her earthen arm Ebel reached out and drew much of the mud beyond them together. As soon as she started to let it go it began to melt away into a mound of goo. Ebel forced it back together.
"The water seems to not know its place yet... perhaps we'll have to do something about that soon. But for now, Velt, dear, could you try to lift this out of the water? That might help it keep its shape. And Dajjal, my precious, could you see about blowing it dry?"
Velt took the muddy earth within his claws, shaping it, squeezing it, elminating impurities, crystallizing and concentrating it with his breath, creating a strong substance out of the soft mud, the got kept adding new earth to his construct, fusing it with the remnants of his egg.
Slowly the god shaped a large sphere of earth, letting the water remain on its surface, leaving only a little of it imprisoned within the stony shells of the construct, within the pattern of small cracks and imperfection that Velt clawed hands left during his work.
At first he made his creation perectly spherical, however the smooth surface, proved to be unreliable to held the mass of water.
Frustrated the god immersed his claws within the small planet, rising large amounts of earth and stone from it, taking some even from its core, where the pressure has made the stone burn and melt. Raising a first irregular continent from the surface of the young world, with his clawmarks vaguely visible by any spectator that could look from the sky above.
"Mother?" he told after finishing his job "Does this creation needs a name too? Like us?"
"No, no, no!" screamed Dajjal suddenly, violently at Velt, "Don't place it there! You're doing it all wrong!"
The goddess lashed out with tendrils of cloud and vapour, whipping out across the intervening space towards the newly risen sphere. Wind rushed and howled as the goddess flung herself at her brother and his creation. She smashed at it, ripped it apart. Grabbing at the continent with arms of wind, she pushed and pulled it towards the Gate, the shining Gate of Eternity at the centre of creation. She laid down the continent beneath the Gate, encircling it so that the whirling vortex sat at it epicenter, surrounded on all sides by a broad expanse of earth, clawmarks still etched across its vast surface. And the water settled as eddies and brooks in the deepest of these to form a latticework of waterways across its surface.
"You foolish child," screeched the winds, "How could you forget the Gate?"
And the winds settled across the newly formed disk, forming a protective atmosphere around the landmass and the Gate at its centre. And Dajjal crouched above it, as though daring her brother to defy her actions. And so the flat world was formed, with its pocket of air, its network of waterways, and the Gat at the centre of it all. At its edges, all faded away into the primordial debris of its origin.
"We need to protect it," said the wind, "Protect it, nurture it, for it is our bequest from the universe itself. We must not dishonour that. We must never forget."