Notes: An origin myth of a society self-aware of its flaws, praying for deliverance from its hell. 3 sons create a trichotomy of human error. In reply to the Myth prompt.

Long ago, Matron formed our world as a bright white pearl. It was smooth and even, and she smiled upon her handiwork. She moved on to her other projects in the universe, and the pearl sat still for a very long time.

After many eons, Matron returned to our world. By then, she had made millions of other pearls, but she knew that this pearl was special. This pearl was the smoothest and evenest. So she used her powers to magnify the pearl to an enormous size, better for her to enjoy.

Matron walked upon her pearl and looked into the skies and saw all the other pearls she had made and smiled upon her handiwork.

But pearls are fragile things, so fragile that even the smallest brush can mar the surface. Matron’s wisdom did not foretell the damage she had done upon her precious pearl by walking upon it. What started as the smallest crack underneath her foot, the smallest indent from the weight of her breath, manifested itself into chaos.

Arising from the widening fractures from her footsteps, the men of chaos arose, wild, dirty, and not white. And Matron cried out at the terrible things she had created. Taken aback, she fled her pearl and never returned.

The men of chaos dirtied the brilliant, smooth pearl with their roughness. And gradually, as the world became rougher and rougher, with color and shape, so did the men.

But there came a time when a pure man, white as snow and with red eyes, Troje, looked into the skies and saw the perfection of the other pearls and realized the wrongs that his men had done. And he remembered through the souls of past men the beauty that once was the world.

He tried to restore the beauty of his vision, but the men around him seemed too wretched to care. Every inch of the world was tarnished by the evil, by the scum of mankind.

He told his three pure sons, who were white as snow and had red eyes, Myran, Otazha, and Paelos, of his vision. After Troje died, the three sons argued and fought, as men do, and went their separate ways. The sons were much more successful in teaching others of their ideals though, and they form the three Divinities today.

Myranha people live in the plains, and follow Myran’s studious behavior. They work and produce to create new and beautiful things, hoping to make Matron proud of her children’s handiwork at her Third Arrival. However, the Myranha lie and cheat and steal, for all are ambitious and wanting the highest regard.

Otazhish people live in the forests, sowing the seeds of their holy Pearl Trees, caring for the World, hoping to restore it to the days of the pearl and similarly restore the Matron’s pride in her handiwork. However, they know that every movement and effort inevitably creates more chaos, and so are sloth, disheartened, and unwilling.

Paelosi people live in the mountains, where the chaos carved huge ridges and valleys out of the once beautiful surface. They embrace the darkness in all men’s hearts, and scream, shout and sing, hoping that one day, Matron will look upon them in pity and purge the darkness that is mankind from the world, and place her hope in somewhere other than this failed handiwork.