Concerning Faith... {genre fiction}

...And Fe, most beautiful and kind of the GoDs awakened from a long sleep and sought to create a lasting world in her image. And taking a bit of her silken silver gown, she spread it out brfore her, hanging it taught upon the starry firmament. Then, stepping lightly on to it, she walked about for a time, making valleys where she tred, and peaks where she did not. And beginning in the Northernmost corner of the plateau she had created, she bunched together a small place, removed from the rest, and surrounded it with taller peaks. Here she left one solitary path leading to the rest of the worls she had created. Thus was the ground beneath our feet, and the ground beneath the rivers laid.
...And she looked out over the expanse and was pleased with its shining beauty, hanging as it did among the stars. And a single tear fell from her silvery eyes, and landed near the sanctuary she had created, surrounding it with water, forming an island. The tear flowed further, expanding, following the paths she had travelled earlier, encircling some peaks, and flowing through others. Thus, the rivers and seas were filled.
...She reached into her gown then, bringing forth a small bag of seeds, for she is the Goddess of all that lives. And she sprinkled the seeds across her newly made world, watching as grasses and trees took root and grew to cover the land she had made in lush greenery. To the upper island, she was careful to let no seeds fall, for it would be a place of shining silver in her image.
...This was Oberin. The continents, the islands, from the North to the South, East and West. All of this she created, breathing life into an otherwise cold starry nothingness. And reaching up to her neck, she removed her necklace, and stringing it above Oberin, she created the moons, each with it's own purpose....each a beautiful orb from her neck.
...This was the beginning of the lands we tred. Understand that she did all of this for us...and respect these lands as you would your own creations, be they children you have raised, houses you have built, or the dinners you serve with pride.

With that, the man in grey drops the piece of wood he had been absently carving, and it falls to rest in some tall grass near the wall of Marali. From the crowd, a voice raises a question. "You haven't told us how she created us. How can we believe all of this, if we don't know...." It trails off.

The man in grey grins. "Your question seems a bit rushed...if you'd like another story, you had only to ask."

He stretches, settling back down, and removes another small block of wood from his robe. "I will tell you of how hardship, danger, and man came to Oberin. These three, they seem to be a trio that occurs together, do they not?"