Story Of Raguu, And How The Earth Came to Be

   

Introduction.


What you're about to read here is an origin story I have created of how Earth came to be. Why am I doing this you might be asking? Well, this all ties back to my class "Stories." Over a few weeks, we've taken the time to figure out how to use adjectives, similes, metaphors, and adverbs. We pulled examples from origin stories, practiced finding them inside folklore of other cultures on how things came to be, and other stories like Magnolia Rose. We've also had a visitor explain to us the art of storytelling through her own life story, and her own card game focused on storytelling. My personal experience coming from this AP is being able to enjoy the flexibility it gave me in what I could do, since the limit is simply unlimited. Overall, it felt natural to write a story like this, despite some writer's block that happens to just about everybody. I believe this story shows a little bit of the best my writing skills can offer, and I hope you find it up to your own standards. Enjoy, fellow reader.


Story Of Raguu


And How the Earth Came to Be


In the beginning, there was nothing but a pitch-black abyss, stones formed from the dust of time, and an entity known as Raguu. Raguu was a worm-like being, formed from stones strung together like a necklace, held together by his spinal cord, with eyes glowing bright like a sun, and teeth as large and square as stone pillars. He swam through the abyss with the pride he took in his swiftness and elegance, so much in fact that he closed his eyes with a grin, beaming with confidence. As he swam through the cold abyss with no acknowledgment of failure ever to exist, a sharp-tipped boulder floated through unexpectedly at a higher speed than the rest. Raguu hadn’t realized his error until it was too late to evade his soon-to-be fate. The boulder pierced right through Raguu’s eyelid, and permanently rid him of vision from his left eye. Raguu released a screech of anger, as his left eye gushed out with his pride, falling into the abyss. Furious, Raguu unleashed his wrath on nearby boulders, unconscious of the molten lava formed from rage pouring out of him, enclosing one boulder in particular in a molten shell.





Raguu finally washed of anger, began to cry from his remaining good eye, the numbness of rage had washed, and the pain had sunk in. The tears from Raguu fell below onto the flaming boulder, shortly cooling down the newly formed land on this boulder. As he continued to cry, it began to fill the cracks of the boulder with oceans, lakes, and ponds. From the new lands created, formed fresh new soil. Raguu slowly looked below himself and had found the blooming planet to ease his pain with a small sense of happiness. Raguu’s bright eye began to allow plants to grow on the surface, sprouting all sorts of flora. The blood that had leaked from his eye had now fallen onto the planet, seeping deep into the soil and sea. From his blood, he formed fish and mankind from the soil and salt. Rising from the earth, the first man was born, and the fish curiously swam around shore. Mankind was born with no tongue to speak, and Raguu had no intention to change that, as he enjoyed the beautiful silence of his world. Born from Raguu’s blood and hatred of failure, the first man took his first few steps towards the shore, furious of his silence. The fish happily swam near the shore like Raguu once did in the abyss. Approaching the fish, mankind’s first known kill occurred. Raguu was horrified, still with fear as he watched the man strip the fish of its skin, bones, and meat.





Mankind used the very bones to carve its tongue from clay. Raguu was on the verge of destroying humanity, out of pure anger once again. But the human spoke in defense, born of Raguu, had known how to speak his tongue. With a voice strong enough to reach Raguu's ears, he spoke. "My creator, I know not what I am to do on this planet you've made me in. I can sense your anger, the same that brought me life, and possibly my death. But I will make a promise, so long as you let me live long enough to do good on it." Raguu withdrew his anger, thinking for a moment. Slowly, he responded, his booming voice shattered the still waters into violent waves and tides all around the disciple. Standing his ground, unshaken by the winds swirling around him, he waited for his words to reach him. "What promise do you make to me, my creation?" He asked sternly, demanding in tone. The disciple spoke quick, as he knew his life depended on it. "You have no hands to create any more than what you see here, so I propose that I create for you. These fingers and tools will give beauty to all that pleases you, as long as you let me live to invent." The confident disciple said with haste. To make good on his word, the disciple grasped clumps of clay and carved with the bones of the fish, bringing life to the exact fish that existed only moments ago. He shortly tossed it into the ocean, and it swam away as if nothing had happened. Raguu's tail swung back and forth in the abyss, like that of a curious cat. Shortly, his voice struck the world again like lightning, booming with the force of thunder. "I will let you live, but not for long. You are born from my blood, formed from anger. My anger does not last, and so neither shall you. Your time is limited, so make good on your word, disciple." Those were the last words the disciple was to hear for years to come, as Raguu now only wished to watch in peace what the disciple would do with such power. Raguu circled the world with his one good eye, the sun, and his closed eye was the moon.


As the years passed, the disciple continued to create and create all that breathed. The flora had grown on its own, spreading in variety without the disciple's acknowledgment of it ever-growing. He had created more humans like him, the first woman and man formed from clay. Due to them not being formed from the blood of Raguu, they would not die like the disciple would. Instead, like all other animals made from clay, it would perish from rot. So the two went off, creating a civilization while the disciple busied himself with creation, making all animals that came to mind, regardless of whether they were good or bad quality.

Another handful of years passed, and the disciple was nearing the end of his days. His carving got slower, his hands wrinkled from the curse of time. The anger of Raguu inside him was burning low, a flame short to extinguish. The disciple knew this, and so he stopped carving, placing his tools down, cracked from years of use. Looking up to the night sky, he yelled as hard as his old lungs could muster. "Raguu, my promise has been fulfilled, and I wish to request one last thing before I pass away!" The words echoed into the night sky. Raguu swam around back to his disciple, and the sky turned to daylight as he looked down at him. "What is your last wish, disciple?" Raguu questioned, his voice shaking the tides once more like before. "I wish for you to give me a name you can remember me by." The disciple said, keeping his gaze to the burning eye of Raguu. Raguu's tail flailed back in forth slowly, as he was absorbed in thought. "You shall be known as "Animavita," as you are the life and soul of all you see around you. You'll live on through your creations, and they shall grow with your spirit." Animavita would nod his head, pleased with his new name. With that, his last breath was taken, as the anger Raguu had passed onto him had now faded from him. Turned into nothing, like the abyss Raguu was birthed from, Animavita left the world he had helped create. Tears began to fall once more on the world, the second rain caused by Animavita's fall.

It is said that every time rain pours, Raguu mourns Animvita's death once more.














Raguu around the burning rock of what was soon to become Earth.