The following myth was translated from an ancient Genshormene text attributed to Genshoric, the founder of Genshormen, that details all the myths and legends vital to the betterment of Genshormen. The book I used was Fra Antonio de Theostorga’s personal copy. The Genshormene people believe in these myths, and they do call them myths, in the sense that a myth is a story that explains a phenomenon.
In the beginning, there was no one but the Amara, the Three Sisters. The sisters, Agapere, Erota, and Philias, deeply desired a mother. So intense were their desires that the passions materialized into three round orbs of light, which united to form a single orb of magnificent size. The orb was a tranquil blue, and the Amara found comfort in its presence, and called it Mother.
However, as time passed, Erota and Philias became dissatisfied with the orb. Erota felt that the orb was too quiet and not impassioned. Philias grew discontent with the coldness of the blue light. Only Agapere felt and understood the love of their formless Mother. Mother eventually sensed the malcontent of her two younger daughters and fell into deep sorrow and grew weak. Alarmed by the dimming of her light, Erota and Philias pleaded to Mother to stay strong, acknowledging their guilt; however, the orb continued to fade.
At this, Erota flew to Agapere, informing her of Mother’s approaching demise and begging her to reason with their Mother. Agapere rushed to Mother, who was already fading, and cried out,
“I pray, do not leave us, Mother. I know that we have failed as daughters, but have mercy on us. But if it is the will of Fate, then go in peace, and remember the love of your daughters that effected and brightened your existence.” As she said those words, the orb flew into the darkness and faded away. The Three Sisters mourned the loss of their mother. Instead of blaming her two sisters, Agapere comforted them.
After fifteen days of mourning, the three sisters arose from their grief, and vowed to continue together as a family of three in remembrance of Mother and to never break their love for each other. Suddenly, as they finished their vow, a blue orb, even larger than Mother, flew straight at the sisters. Agapere caught the orb with her hands, but it was too heavy for her to hold alone, so her sisters also supported the orb with their hands. As their hands entwined beneath the orb, the blue light shot up into the heavens. The sisters drew back their hands lest they get burnt. When the light stream disappeared, a beautiful woman in a blue mantle and a crown of one star stood in its place.
“Fate has favored you again, my daughters, for your sisterly love has called me back to you,” she told them.
When they heard those words, they were overjoyed and embraced their now embodied mother.
“Mother!” they exclaimed.
“Do not call me Mother, but rather, Theostorga,” she replied.
The four goddesses lived happily together for a millennium. The Three Sisters devoted themselves wholly to their mother. To Theostorga, Erota offered heavenly trinkets, Philias warm lively companionship, and Agapere self-effacing love. In turn, Theostorga pampered Erota as her darling daughter, regarded Philias as a filial companion, and recognized Agapere as her most trustworthy daughter.
In the thousandth year of unending love, the four goddesses wove cloths to be sewn together as quarters to create a huge robe. As the goddesses sewed their woven pieces, each accidentally pricked their finger on their needles, and their blood flowed down the white threads, turning them a deep red. Their blood collected in a pool at the center of their masterpiece. Erotas wailed that their hard work was ruined, Philias attempted to remove the stains, and Agapere wondered at the occurrence. Theostorga alone delighted at the sight, for she was overjoyed that her blood had merged with the blood of her three beloved daughters. She sunk her hands into the blood and promptly drank the blood from her hands.
The blood of the four goddesses that entered her body entered her womb and she conceived a son. Immediately, Theostorga felt a sudden pain as the child pushed his way out. The Three Sisters became alarmed and knew not what was happening. Agapere was the first to run to their mother. She allowed Theostorga to press into her for support while she pushed. Philias joined in and guided her mother’s movements. Erotas rushed to retrieve cloths. After three days, Theostorga gave birth to a son, and a second star was added to Theostorga’s crown. She named him Sanguius. In three years, Sanguius grew into a fair and tall god, powerful and mighty. In his mind, he envisioned the land of Fru and its future creatures, its peoples, and our holy land Genshormen. To accomplish his vision, he, with the four goddesses, set out to create Fru.
When the Lord of Death heard about their design, he grew frightened. For he had been told by Fate:
O Death! The great and crafty One, the highest of them all
Yet fight with Blood, the Prince of gods, and You shall surely fall
In chains and ropes thou wilt be bound, as the high King’s thrall
Lord of life and Father of crafts shall be thy rightful call
Remembering the prophecy, the Lord of Death was troubled at Sanguius’s birth and grew more troubled as he watched Sanguius grow. So he devised a plan to kill Sanguius.
As Sanguius, Theostorga, his mother, and the Three Sisters set out to build the foundations of the earth, they found the surface of nothing unyielding. The five deities flew to the Lord of Death who held the key to unlock nothing. The Lord of Death was crafty and had placed the key into the deep infernal Abyss. He told them that in order to retrieve the key, a god would have to go deep into the Abyss and take the key’s place. Then, the key will emerge.
Sanguius, after hearing this, jumped into the Abyss. Theostorga and the Three Sisters waited, hoping to see Sanguius defy the clutches of the Abyss and rise up with the key, but only the key arose from the dark pit. Theostorga grasped the key, mourning the loss of her only son. Though the four goddesses held the key, they stopped all work and mourned for three days.
When three days had past, Sanguius arose from the Abyss, victorious with a magnificent crown upon his head. Because of his sacrifice, Fate had crowned him King of the Gods and the Lord of Death while Sanguius was trapped in the chasm. His mother and sisters were overjoyed. The overthrown Lord of Death was dismayed. Sanguius stripped the Lord of Death of his wreath and eyes, and condemned him for trying to thwart his power and the creation of Fru. The King of the Gods renamed him Ferrjos, and subjected him to the task of creation.
Ferrjos, reduced to a drudge of the King, reluctantly set about his work. He soon found it difficult to create. His arms did not have muscle to wield heavy tools. His purblind eyes could not see in the forge’s darkness. He was not accustomed to the fiery heat of the hearth. And nothing he made was suitable for the new world Sanguius desired. This was not due to the god’s lack of creativity. Ferrjos was a god well-known for his ingenuity. Perhaps it was his bitterness or his antipathy toward the nascent Fru that impeded his work. Or perhaps, Ferrjos toiled for the reason that he had never created anew before.
As he struggled, Ferrjos made all kinds of monsters: demons, lurkers, imps, dreammancers, gorgons, genies. And as he made them, the god grew more frustrated at his failures. He feared to show his creations to Sanguius, for he dreaded the punishment Sanguius would administer to him. Ferrjos carefully locked up the monsters in the depths of the nascent Fru. However, the rage of the creatures shook the foundations and ripped open that fragile world, releasing the fiery hot lava of the Abyss.
Sanguius noticed what was happening to his beloved Fru. He set out to investigate and saw hideous creatures tearing apart his dear gem and wreaking devastation. The King quickly discerned that Ferrjos was the cause and angrily sent for him, but the god had already fled to the dwelling of Theostorga. Enraged, Sanguius stormed to his mother’s home and demanded that she surrender Ferrjos to him.
As Theostorga pondered on what she should do, the frightened Ferrjos, in tears, related to her his plight. He lamented his inability to complete his task and described how terrified he was of the King. When Theostorga beheld the blind and shattered god, she forgot her resentment toward him for taking her son’s life and felt deep pity. Ignoring the angry shouts of her son, she told Ferrjos that she could teach him the art of creation. She explained it was love that creates, just as it had created her, Sanguine, and the foundations of Fru. As she spoke, Ferrjos fell in love with Theostorga, and white lilies and turtledoves sprang into existence around her dwelling. The god and goddess became enamored with the passion of Erotas and embraced each other.
When Sanguius burst through the door, he beheld his slave and his mother lying together in bed. In shock at nearly seeing his mother’s nakedness, he fled the scene and planned to kill Ferrjos for defiling his mother. However, the Amara thwarted his plans and protected the dwelling of Theostorga and Ferrjos.
Ferrjos, renewed and inspired by his love for Theostorga, designed the new foundations of Fru: its structure, geography, and elements. Each of these ideas, he embodied in the form of a child. Thus, Theostorga, his wife, gave birth, one by one, to ten children.
The first was a daughter, Legara, creating law.
The second was a son, Scientarsus, creating knowledge.
The third was a daughter, Kephasi, creating vegetation and fish.
The fourth was a daughter, Jedesophe, creating wisdom.
The fifth was a son, Belarchus, creating strength.
The sixth was a daughter, Neoni, creating the waters and renewal.
The seventh was a son, Apolukion, creating the sun, regeneration, art and prophecy.
The eighth was a daughter, Ferassise, creating the moon and the wilderness.
The ninth was a son, Jilevirmes, creating paths, precious metals, and weather.
The tenth was a daughter, Baptifesti, creating music and festive spirit.
These ten children called Ferrjos “Father” and Theostorga “Mother”, and they added ten more stars to their mother’s crown.
Then Theostorga and Ferrjos returned to Sanguius’s court with their new children and restored Fru, Sanguius forgot his anger in awe of his mother’s majesty and the beauty of his beloved treasure. He freed Ferrjos from his bondage and titled him Father of the gods. The gods and goddesses made their dwelling in the new world and lived happily there for anther millennium.
 This is the only text that lists “Three Sisters” as a name for the Amara
 In Genshormene tradition, Fate is not a being. Genshormenes speak of Fate as an impersonal power.
 The traditional Genshormene image of Ferrjos, the Lord of Death before Sanguius, is a tall, bespectacled man with a lithe build, lanky limbs, short dark hair, and piercing eyes. He was also known to have sharp senses—except vision—and an inventive mind.
 Translated in this way to depict the change from a formal “you” to a familiar “you” since Ferrjos is demoted form Lord of Death to slave of Sanguius; not to be confused with Evgenisian speech
 According to Genshormene tradition, Sanguius actually took Ferrjos’s spectacles to render him blind
 Genshormene scholars and scientists both note that the early existence of vegetation contradicts the accepted scientific research on macroevolution, some surmise that “vegetation” really refers to photosynthetic microorganisms
 Most Genshormene scholars translate this to “fish”, but it may actually be a microscopic organism that lives in water