36. Spiders and Dwarfs | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

Beyond The Firmament

Tales From The Cosmos

36. Spiders and Dwarfs

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

Lutoro had felt sadness for the littlest planet in your solar system, so cold and far away from your Sun. She called it Mortó (Baby) and used her veil to warm it, taking it away when it needed to cool, creating her own Alta and Odic that the life on her world would learn to live by.

She had actually created two sapient races, not one.

35. Like Fire | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

Beyond The Firmament

Tales From The Cosmos

35. Like Fire

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

Ihri's dominant species are what we who know call the Ingyanites (Like Fire), though they have their own names for themselves in their own languages. 

The first of them were a beautiful people with skin like marble, blessed with absolute immunity to the planet's scorching heat, bathing and drinking the boiling water, playing in the molten rock as one would play in the mud. Faatura walked along the planet's surface and taught them how to cultivate the land, bringing about fruit and plant life that would melt your insides. 

34. The Jarwa | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

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Tales From The Cosmos

34. The Jarwa

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

I have spoken about Jarwa, Heavenly Hosts who had sought Da Vaada's favour and blessing for the worlds he had given them, by giving these worlds back to him, so that their peoples could have a place in his kingdom. The few who succeeded among the many who attempted. 

I have not introduced you to any of them yet, have I? Or their peoples, for that matter. Very well. I shall tell you of six. Maybe you'll learn about the rest at some point or another; maybe you won't. Sorry, that's just the way it is.

33. The Silent Choir and the Watchers | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

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Tales From The Cosmos

33. The Silent Choir and the Watchers

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

When the Chiliad screamed, the echoes tore across creation, rattling even the strongest among the Heavenly Hosts. The cries of a thousand damned Paadlan trapped within a singularity resonated in ways no sound should.

The hosts were shaken. Some began to doubt. If such a thing could be made not by Da Vaada, but by corruption, then what else could follow? Would Sevaasi find new ways to mimic creation, to force monstrosities into existence?