A quiet mountainside led to a small hill that sloped gently down to a lake. Grass danced in a gentle breeze. Some creature leapt up, breaking the surface of a nearby lake only to vanish back into the murky depths.
Amidst the majesty, the six stood in awe. The goddess had kept her word and with the death of Rizark, they were brought through to the world.
Hovering above the six was the Goddess, her serpentine form winding this way and that. White watched their siblings as Black rose its nose high to take in all the unfamiliar scents.
Gray leapt up and darted past the Goddess, deftly following the winds, rising higher and higher. Swooping low to taunt their slower siblings.
Yellow sunk their talons into the soil. Deep gouges let mud sink between their claws as they lowered their head to soak in the sunlight.
Red reveled in some unknown pleasure, rolling onto their back and back to their feet. A giggling rising through them.
Blue approached the lake, dunking their head inside. For the first time since growing larger, they could submerge their form. Unable to resist, Blue vanished beneath the water’s surface.
The Goddess asked, “Will you be staying then?”
“I don’t know but for now, we will, I think,” White nodded and watched their siblings explore the new location. It wasn’t till the dark hours that all six reconvened. Each spoke of their explorations and desires to know more.
Every day, the searching brough each one of the six further afield. Soon, it took days before they would reconvene. Then cycles of the moon. Then whole seasons. The six wandered and studied and learned. Sometimes guided by the Goddess or her followers. Sometimes meeting the natives who lived in that world.
Yet, it was during this time the six noticed something. Those who they met, though similar in appearance at times, were not the same. Each in their own way would discover death and learn of their own lack of it. They would learn of species reproduction and their own lack of it.
And each one would eventually find something that they didn’t want to die. And still death would come. Yet, their ends would mean the beginning of other life. Yet, the six remained, ever unchanging now.
After reconvening for the first time in many seasons, the six looked to one another. Yellow spoke first, “I asked Lesara to make children for me.”
Red agreed, “As have I.”
One by one the six agreed. Each then spoke in turn of their plans and places they’d prepared. Yellow had carved an underground den while Gray had a hidden alcove in mountains. Red found a field overflowing with prey. Blue had a Seaside cave overlooking a vast body of water that they’d share with Black.
White simply said they’d found the best place for their offspring.
That was when the Goddess appeared and informed them of the cost of such a transaction. For her creation of children, she would require some of the flesh of each of the six and promise; That themselves and every child would be sworn to assist the Goddess in her ongoing war.
Black insisted that such help come in many forms and not necessarily to fight. Something the Goddess agreed to readily. As a sign to seal the pact, she granted them a new orb. This one changed color depending on who held it. She explained it was a symbol of their pact and had to change hands regularly. Red took the orb first.
Then, to each one’s home, the eggs were delivered.
With every parent’s anticipation the six watched over their new family.