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Torn World Muse Fusion

This is the Torn World Muse Fusion Freebie, an excerpt from a book that truly exists only in Torn World. I imagine it as a large old tome, covered in purple leather, with a gilded depiction of the three moons on the cover.  The depiction is both traditional and scientifically accurate, the primary moon at its zenith, with the much smaller secondary moons in their permanent orbital spots, 60 degrees East and 60 degrees West of the primary.

For more details on Torn World's astronomy, there's a wiki-style article on tornworld.net

Moon Myths of Assimilated Peoples of the Empire

By Science Leader Emoses Fijoji of Affamaarg

Chapter 23

Birash and Darash

In the Breida mountains, there is a series of tales about of two siblings, twins, Birash and Darash, who came out of the womb pulling each other’s hair. In the tales, this is merely a warning of their fights as they grow. They have an older brother, Atailesh, and a mother who despairs of raising any of them to responsible adulthood. According to the tales, the two girls were at each other’s throats, taking up all of their mother’s time and attention, allowing their brother to get into bad habits and finally to fall to his death in a drunken stupor. When the two girls keep fighting even over his grave, the Gods take pity on the mother, give her a serene resting place in the sky, able to see her remaining children, but not having to worry about them fighting.

Historians speculate whether Atailesh* represented an active volcano visible in the distance during the sundered times, or possibly a comet.  The traditional interpretation, however, is that there were originally four moons, and it was Atailesh falling to the earth that caused the Upheaval.

The people of the valleys used the Birash and Darash stories as an example of everything children should avoid doing, showing not only the girls’ ultimate exile to the sky, but also more immediate consequences, in hilarious detail. Although most of the stories end with their mother cleaning up the messes they made, there was always an assurance that, having heard how the Birash and Darash stories end, the listeners’ mothers knew better than to shield them from having to clean up their own messes.

The following is a children’s song from that region:

Birash and Darash

Birash and Darash, why can’t you play nice?
Your Mother is frantic, she’s yelled at you twice!
And your neglected brother is playing at dice.
Birash and Darash, why can’t you play nice?

Birash and Darash, your Mother can’t rest
One of you runs east, the other runs west
And neglected big brother is failing his test.
Birash and Darash, your Mother can’t rest!

Birash and Darash, your Mother is pale
Your brother is drinking the cheapest dark ale
Then climbing the treacherous cliffs of Midral
Birash and Darash, your Mother is pale

Birash and Darash, Oh, you’ll never learn
The closest you’ll get is to each take a turn
Your Mother is lonely, she’s destined to yearn,
Birash and Darash, Oh, you’ll never learn!

Birash and Darash now run through the sky
With Mother between you so lonely and high
And brother is buried; oh, hear Mother sigh!
Birash and Darash now run through the sky

*Atailesh comes from ataile, restless.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 13th, 2010 03:15 pm (UTC)
Nicely done!
Feb. 15th, 2010 04:35 am (UTC)
Feb. 14th, 2010 02:06 am (UTC)
I like the mix of story and poem, it works well here. I like the tale too, a good "lessons" story.
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