Diancastra's Saga - Bigby Presents: Glory of the Giants

Diancastra's Saga. Battle-worn and weary, bruised from her journey, Diancastra entered the All-Father's hall. With calm confidence she claimed her due Under the birthright of her blood: Her father's gift of godliness. "Wise one, All-Father Annam, world-shaper of old, Mighty were your deeds in time's dawning. You scattered seeds of the sundered First World; Your dreams created the cosmos, The teeming worlds, full of wonders. "Six sons, goddess-born, you sanctioned as rulers To govern the mortal multitudes. Boorish and bumbling, they bungled the task! Surely I am more deserving of divinity In spite of my mortal mother." Scowling, all-wise Annam spoke to his daughter: "Mighty are my sons in strength, And Hiatea, your half sister, her heroism showed In slaying a many-headed monster. What such deeds have you done?" "The sphinx's riddles I solved to claim her prize. I plumbed the secrets of the sea. I ventured to the vault of the venerated lobster-god To steal her precious pearls- And I found your secret sanctum." "Pranks and rebellion! Prove your worth Not with the willful choices of a child. I will test your temper; try this challenge: Bring me pure perfection- Something my craft cannot better." Diancastra, undaunted, departed the sanctum And journeyed to the waters beyond worlds. She sailed forgotten seas into storms of chaos And claimed a mote of matter, Shapeless, unformed, and ever-changing. The All-Father mocked her and easily shaped it, Making a fertile field. But soon he scowled, not satisfied, and reshaped it Into a storm-tossed sea, Then a fiery furnace-peak. At last, Diancastra, laughing, said to him, "Forsake your cunning craft! Chaos is a canvas for creation, unbounded, Perfectly imperfect and unformed. You cannot perfect potential." Laughter filled Annam's hall, loud as thunder, Shaking floor and firmament. The All-Father acquiesced, admitting defeat, And granted Diancastra's demand, Kindling the god-spark he gave her. "Too bitterly I judged the bungling...