The Story of Aurora
As told by Myrddin to Janusara
Myrddin holds the book up so that all can see it. Against a background of deep midnight blue, dotted by tiny white stars, Ethian shines brightly, its surface patched with smooth metallic paper that reflects and shines under the available light. On the right, the blackhole Abbadon is depicted in black, while dark patches of velvety fabric is sewn in the pages, soft to the touch.
"Ethian and Abbadon were dancing in the sky."
Myrddin kisses Janusara on the top of her head while taking her small little hand and running it along the soft velvet.
"We don't like Darkness, but this darkness is fake and feels soft."
Myrddin looks over the page with a slight frown before speaking to Janusara.
"Abbadon will try to eat Ethian, we don't like that, awky yuck, it is awky."
Settling the journal carefully upon his lap, Myrddin turns to the third page with reverent fingers, revealing the cosmic scene within. His weathered hand moves to trace along the stretched form of Abbadon as it reaches toward bright Ethian.
"See, yucky Abbadon!"
Myrddin tilts the book slightly so the metallic surface of the star catches the light so that Janusara can see it better, making it shimmer against the deep midnight blue background dotted with tiny white stars.
"But the sky is pretty."
Myrddin whispers to Janusara as he makes a puffed up face acting as if he is full.
"But don't worry, Abbadon can't eat Ethian, it is too full."
Myrddin's eyes crinkle warmly as he reveals the fourth page, where star and blackhole have merged into one unstable form.
"Uh oh, we warned Abbadon not to try an eat Ethian, silly Abbadon."
With gentle encouragement, Myrddin guides Janusara's fingers to the paper tab, showing how to turn and shift the jagged, broken edges that tear outward in every direction, demonstrating the struggle between the two cosmic forces with patient, grandfatherly care, his voice talking behind Janusara's head.
"Ahhhh blem blehm BOOM crash, boom."
Myrddin looks at Janusara with surprised eyes.
"Now look at what is happening, a HUGE explosion because Abbadon ate too much Ethian candy. UH OH!"
Myrddin turns to the fifth page with deliberate slowness, building anticipation, looking between Janusara and the book, then back to Janusara.
Looking at the page where the explosion spreads across in bright streaks of red, gold, and silver, Myrddin lets his fingertips brush over the tiny raised beads and streamers stitched into the fabric, inviting touch and exploration of the tactile sparkle that seems to brim with energy, radiating outward like fireworks across the midnight canvas.
"Seeeee a BIGGG explosion, Abbadon shouldn't have done that... but it will be ok."
Myrddin whispers to Janusara as she bops the next page.
"Oooo who is that?!"
Myrddin's voice drops to a reverent whisper as he turns to the sixth page, where Aurora's glowing figure stands amid the clearing explosion.
"Yayyy the Lady Aurora appears from all the destruction of the hugggeeee explosion."
With careful, practiced movements, Myrddin reaches for the small paper tab at the edge and slides it gently to and fro, making the Lightbringer's twin scimitars rise and lower in Her hands, the soft whites and golds of Her form seeming to glow against the page as Her long hair streams behind Her, his voice talking behind Janusara's head.
"I have arrived and look how cute that child looking at me is!"
Myrddin looks at Janusara quickly, laughing as the child laughs back at him.
"See Lady Aurora, She is beautiful and has swords that are fancy and protect Creation."
Myrddin smooths down the seventh page with tender attention while adjusting Janusara to his other leg, revealing Aurora's simple, bright smiled form before a group of children.
"Ooo look, like you!"
Myrddin continues to look over the page before speaking to Janusara.
"See she is teaching those kiddos about Growth, about how Growth is not something we rush towards. We learn when we fail, but strive for perfection for Her. This takes a lot of work and a lot of patience... a ton of milk, a bunch of poopy diapers..."
As his fingers find the paper tab at the top of the page, Myrddin pulls it with slow deliberation, and the children transform before watching eyes into adults—a farmer with pitchfork and piglet, a priest with potions and cures, and a warrior in strong armor, showing the gift of Growth the Lightbringer bestows upon all Her children.
Myrddin holds the book up for all to see, tilted a bit to let Janusara gaze upon all the workings of it.
"The Lady is a wonderful teacher, let us see what She teaches next!"
Myrddin turns to the eighth page, where Aurora stands radiant against a black background, Her arms outspread in welcome.
"OOo I know this one!"
Tilting the journal this way and that, Myrddin demonstrates how the small strips of metallic paper attached to Her halo catch and reflect the available light, creating a shimmering corona around the Lightbringer's gentle, welcoming smile, the brightness seeming to push back the darkness itself.
"She is embodying Hope!"
Myrddin looks to Janusara.
"Hope can be a tricky one, but it is one of the most useful to us all. It is what drives us to push past things we would otherwise fear. It fuels us to keep going because Creation demands it."
"It keeps the Guardians awake to make sure a small little child is taken care of for months on end, because we know you will be something great."
Myrddin boops Janusara on the nose.
Myrddin's expression softens with profound devotion as he reveals the ninth page, showing Lady Aurora beside Lord Deucalion's imposing form as he whispers over the shoulder of Janusara.
"Aww look, we know those two don't we?"
With a touch as light as prayer, Myrddin's fingertips trace along the simple white ribbon sewn between their arms, the eternal bond of Light and Fire made tangible through thread and fabric, symbolizing their shared guardianship over all Creation.
Myrddin points to the Lord and Lady for Janusara to gaze at.
"They protect us and Creation, so that we can help do so for all of the world."
Myrddin turns to the final page with solemn grace, revealing soft golden light that fades into peaceful whites at the edges.
Tilting the journal slowly, Myrddin shows how the tiny stars scattered throughout the warm, glowing rays shimmer faintly with each movement, wrapping the world in quiet protection. Myrddin pauses in reverent silence, letting the calm, safe brightness of the page speak its own benediction.
"And so they do just that, they watch over us all."
Myrddin smiles softly at Janusara.
Myrddin picks up Janusara in a loving manner.
"Thhhheeee End!"