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Trivpos: Pasha's Tale
Regained: Day 182
Nene, Splatoon Art
You're reading a book. Not just any book- It's a fairy tale. And it's your favorite. You keep it hidden in your room, under your bed. Your inventory is no good, as your parents can check it as soon as you're partied with them. Of course you feel guilty about hiding it, but you have to keep it. It's important to you.
The story is about the first god, Pasha. You turn the pages eagerly, looking at the illustrations of a bygone age...
Twelve thousand years ago, before the elven forests were discovered, the human tribes and Beast Tribes competed for scarce food. Where they two of them came into conflict, both went hungry, and it seemed both races would be doomed to starvation and extinction. But the desperation and prayers of the people united, and to answer them, a god was born- Pasha, the god of the hunt. Under his blessings, prey multiplied, and monsters that just vanished into the magic that made them now dropped meat that could be eaten. Neither were in danger of starving anymore, and so people's numbers grew, as human tribes and Beast Tribes lived in harmony together.
Hundreds of years passed, people's numbers grew such that hunting could not sustain them anymore- There were just too many mouths to feed, and even Pasha's blessings couldn't let people hunt faster. So people turned to other ways. They tamed the wild plants, and learned to farm. But Pasha saw this, and was afraid. If people could feed themselves without hunting, he would not longer be needed, and over the hunreds of years, he had become accustomed to the worship he received. He took his bow and arrow and fired great destruction at the farms, burning them to the ground. Any who tried to farm were struck down by his arrows as lessons to never try again. Those who did not learn from the arrows would find that prey would elude them, monsters would not drop anything, and they would go hungry.
But after a thousand years of his rule, he had grown angry and arrogant. And upon finding another farm, he loosed his arrows once more, but this time his first target was not the farm, but the save point. With the might of a god, the save point was destroyed, and then the farm razed. Only one survived, a young adult named Betyl.
Stricken with grief and not understanding how this could have happened, Betyl wandered until they encountered a wandering tribe, and found the tribe's high priest, Sessho. Sessho couldn't believe the god they worshipped would do such a thing, and dismissed Betyl's claims, but Betyl's grief was such that it stirred Sessho's heart, and the two departed together to see the truth.
The two wandered the land. First, the razed home of Betyl, where Sessho was confronted with the truth of Pasha's nature. Forsaking the blessings of their god, the two wandered. They helped those in need, and in secret taught the ways of farming, starting with growing crops underground that even Pasha's eyes would not see. Before long, the two even fell in love, sharing Sessho's passion and determination and Betyl's kindness and wisdom with each other.
But Pasha could not forever fail to notice the absence of his high priest, and soon began to watch them. People were struck by his arrows as they spoke to Betyl and Sessho, and where they visited, destruction followed. Yet they persisted, and the tribes still sought their help.
But then, they came to one last tribe, and just as they arrived, again, the save point was destroyed. They watched as the arrows rained down, and fire swept out, wiping out the tribe. They knew this had to stop, and so the two of them sought out Pasha.
It was a hard venture, and Pasha believed it impossible. Rather than attacking them, he wanted them to suffer, so he would attack anyone they came in contact with. Sessho's skill at hunting and Betyl's knowledge of edible plants let them survive off the land as they approached the God's Forest where he made his home. And returning the same damage he had done, they forced him into the open by burning his forest.
A god is beyond two people's ability to kill. Yet Betyl and Sessho would not fall- Their love for each other kept them standing, for neither could bear to die and leave the other alone. Their hearts were as one, and their love turned into power to strike Pasha down. With Sessho's spear and Betyl's sickle, he fell.
Yet as he was dying, Pasha had not given up. Already dying, he could not destroy their save point, nor attack them again. But he would not let his rule end here. In his last act of vengeance, he used the last remaining traces of his power to seal Betyl and Sessho in great stone prisons, hurling them into the sky to stay for eternity. These prisons became the moons, ever watching over the planet. Yet they may only see out of their prisons when their moon is full- and thus, they can only see each other on the rarest of occasions, when both moons are full at once. This was Pasha's last act of revenge, for no pain or anguish could compare for them to not being able to be with each other.
And so, to this day, they wait in their prisons to be freed, that they may return to the side of their love. Even separated, their hearts are connected, and one day they will find their way back to each other. Until then, they will look down and bless the loves of those below, to let others achieve happiness together.
You close the book again, returning it to its hiding place. It's a sad story, to be sure, but it's one you think is filled with hope. They overcame a god together! And they're waiting to be reunited with their true love. It's an incredible romance... You wonder if you'll ever find a love like that some day. You hope so. And maybe if you find a love as strong as theirs, you can be the one to free them from their prisons and reunite them! You kick your feet excitedly at the thought. You wonder what kind of person you'll fall in love with...?
A few days later, you come home from school, excited. You overheard from your classmates that there's a movie about that story that was just released. You want to see it, so you ask your parents if you can go see it together...
"No." Your mother's words are firm. "Movies will just rot your brain. You don't need fantasy like that."
"But, it's Betyl and Sessho!" You protest. "Please? I won't ask for anything else! I just want to see it!"
"No means no, Aiya." Your father chimes in. "Besides, it's not important, is it?"
"It is!" You stamp a foot, despite yourself. "It's my favorite story! The librarian gave me a copy-"
The words die in your throat as you realize what you said. Both of your parents turn to look at you, and you shrink down.
"Um... I mean..."
"Aiya." Your mother's voice is calm, but cold. "You don't need fantasy or fairy tales. You shouldn't fill your head with a tale of lies."
"It's not lies!" You protest again. "It's a story about love!"
"You're too young to be thinking about such things, anyway." She turns her attention back to what she was doing. "It was thousands of years ago. Everything about it we have now is just made up to be a pleasing story. You don't need stories. You should focus on what's real. It's plainly obvious even having this story is distracting you from what's important."
"But..."
"No 'buts'. You should be grateful to us for keeping you focused, Aiya. You'll have a big advantage if you focus on what's important from the start. We care about you too much to let you be distracted."
You nod mutely, and look down at the table. They're right. They love you, so they're doing what's best for you. That's a strong love, too.
That night, when you go to bed, you check for it, but as you expected, the book is gone.
Notes:
This is another babby memory, obviously.
It takes place a bit before Aiya met Yura.
So, she's about 7-8 years old here. And her parents are doing this.
Regained: Day 182
Nene, Splatoon Art
You're reading a book. Not just any book- It's a fairy tale. And it's your favorite. You keep it hidden in your room, under your bed. Your inventory is no good, as your parents can check it as soon as you're partied with them. Of course you feel guilty about hiding it, but you have to keep it. It's important to you.
The story is about the first god, Pasha. You turn the pages eagerly, looking at the illustrations of a bygone age...
Twelve thousand years ago, before the elven forests were discovered, the human tribes and Beast Tribes competed for scarce food. Where they two of them came into conflict, both went hungry, and it seemed both races would be doomed to starvation and extinction. But the desperation and prayers of the people united, and to answer them, a god was born- Pasha, the god of the hunt. Under his blessings, prey multiplied, and monsters that just vanished into the magic that made them now dropped meat that could be eaten. Neither were in danger of starving anymore, and so people's numbers grew, as human tribes and Beast Tribes lived in harmony together.
Hundreds of years passed, people's numbers grew such that hunting could not sustain them anymore- There were just too many mouths to feed, and even Pasha's blessings couldn't let people hunt faster. So people turned to other ways. They tamed the wild plants, and learned to farm. But Pasha saw this, and was afraid. If people could feed themselves without hunting, he would not longer be needed, and over the hunreds of years, he had become accustomed to the worship he received. He took his bow and arrow and fired great destruction at the farms, burning them to the ground. Any who tried to farm were struck down by his arrows as lessons to never try again. Those who did not learn from the arrows would find that prey would elude them, monsters would not drop anything, and they would go hungry.
But after a thousand years of his rule, he had grown angry and arrogant. And upon finding another farm, he loosed his arrows once more, but this time his first target was not the farm, but the save point. With the might of a god, the save point was destroyed, and then the farm razed. Only one survived, a young adult named Betyl.
Stricken with grief and not understanding how this could have happened, Betyl wandered until they encountered a wandering tribe, and found the tribe's high priest, Sessho. Sessho couldn't believe the god they worshipped would do such a thing, and dismissed Betyl's claims, but Betyl's grief was such that it stirred Sessho's heart, and the two departed together to see the truth.
The two wandered the land. First, the razed home of Betyl, where Sessho was confronted with the truth of Pasha's nature. Forsaking the blessings of their god, the two wandered. They helped those in need, and in secret taught the ways of farming, starting with growing crops underground that even Pasha's eyes would not see. Before long, the two even fell in love, sharing Sessho's passion and determination and Betyl's kindness and wisdom with each other.
But Pasha could not forever fail to notice the absence of his high priest, and soon began to watch them. People were struck by his arrows as they spoke to Betyl and Sessho, and where they visited, destruction followed. Yet they persisted, and the tribes still sought their help.
But then, they came to one last tribe, and just as they arrived, again, the save point was destroyed. They watched as the arrows rained down, and fire swept out, wiping out the tribe. They knew this had to stop, and so the two of them sought out Pasha.
It was a hard venture, and Pasha believed it impossible. Rather than attacking them, he wanted them to suffer, so he would attack anyone they came in contact with. Sessho's skill at hunting and Betyl's knowledge of edible plants let them survive off the land as they approached the God's Forest where he made his home. And returning the same damage he had done, they forced him into the open by burning his forest.
A god is beyond two people's ability to kill. Yet Betyl and Sessho would not fall- Their love for each other kept them standing, for neither could bear to die and leave the other alone. Their hearts were as one, and their love turned into power to strike Pasha down. With Sessho's spear and Betyl's sickle, he fell.
Yet as he was dying, Pasha had not given up. Already dying, he could not destroy their save point, nor attack them again. But he would not let his rule end here. In his last act of vengeance, he used the last remaining traces of his power to seal Betyl and Sessho in great stone prisons, hurling them into the sky to stay for eternity. These prisons became the moons, ever watching over the planet. Yet they may only see out of their prisons when their moon is full- and thus, they can only see each other on the rarest of occasions, when both moons are full at once. This was Pasha's last act of revenge, for no pain or anguish could compare for them to not being able to be with each other.
And so, to this day, they wait in their prisons to be freed, that they may return to the side of their love. Even separated, their hearts are connected, and one day they will find their way back to each other. Until then, they will look down and bless the loves of those below, to let others achieve happiness together.
You close the book again, returning it to its hiding place. It's a sad story, to be sure, but it's one you think is filled with hope. They overcame a god together! And they're waiting to be reunited with their true love. It's an incredible romance... You wonder if you'll ever find a love like that some day. You hope so. And maybe if you find a love as strong as theirs, you can be the one to free them from their prisons and reunite them! You kick your feet excitedly at the thought. You wonder what kind of person you'll fall in love with...?
A few days later, you come home from school, excited. You overheard from your classmates that there's a movie about that story that was just released. You want to see it, so you ask your parents if you can go see it together...
"No." Your mother's words are firm. "Movies will just rot your brain. You don't need fantasy like that."
"But, it's Betyl and Sessho!" You protest. "Please? I won't ask for anything else! I just want to see it!"
"No means no, Aiya." Your father chimes in. "Besides, it's not important, is it?"
"It is!" You stamp a foot, despite yourself. "It's my favorite story! The librarian gave me a copy-"
The words die in your throat as you realize what you said. Both of your parents turn to look at you, and you shrink down.
"Um... I mean..."
"Aiya." Your mother's voice is calm, but cold. "You don't need fantasy or fairy tales. You shouldn't fill your head with a tale of lies."
"It's not lies!" You protest again. "It's a story about love!"
"You're too young to be thinking about such things, anyway." She turns her attention back to what she was doing. "It was thousands of years ago. Everything about it we have now is just made up to be a pleasing story. You don't need stories. You should focus on what's real. It's plainly obvious even having this story is distracting you from what's important."
"But..."
"No 'buts'. You should be grateful to us for keeping you focused, Aiya. You'll have a big advantage if you focus on what's important from the start. We care about you too much to let you be distracted."
You nod mutely, and look down at the table. They're right. They love you, so they're doing what's best for you. That's a strong love, too.
That night, when you go to bed, you check for it, but as you expected, the book is gone.
Notes:
This is another babby memory, obviously.
It takes place a bit before Aiya met Yura.
So, she's about 7-8 years old here. And her parents are doing this.