Tyger (stormteller) wrote in mythmakers,

Creation Myth: Hassa and Gacci

Long, long ago, when all the world was empty and shrouded in mist, there were two races: the hirwain, and the hatha. The hirwain were wild and without number, and roamed all realms without bound. The hatha, however, were limited, though great in number, and possessed ordered minds and forms. The hatha therefore held dominion over the hirwain, and with concentration would control the great herds hither and yon across the realm. The hatha were all of one great family, and were always at war with one another; after a breadth of time so great it could not be counted, their numbers had dwindled to less number than the stars in the sky. Eventually, there were only two left: the strongest of them all, the brothers Hassa and Hagga. These two fought one another for eons beyond number, until they were weakened by battle and near to demise. It was at this time that Hagga, being the quicker of the two, struck forward and pierced his brother with his spear; and a great flow of blood [lit. life's water] emerged from Hassa's side, and he was greatly wounded; but he was not finished, and using the loss in Hagga's guard, immediately struck off his brother's head, killing him. It was only at this time that Hassa was able to survey the world and realize that his kind was now extinct, save for him. He mourned for his people, and set forth to create some new race to fill the world.

So it was that he took his blood and formed it into the world; and this he divided into two planes, that of the sea, and that of the sky. Then he took the great herds of the hirwain, and divided them into two tribes, and one of these he sent forth into the world, and they became the wind. And he dredged the waters so that the dry land emerged, and he sprinkled his blood over the world as rain, and where the rain fell, trees and plants grew. Soon the trees and plants had covered the world, but Hassa was not content with such a trivial form of life. He struck off his hand, and from its flesh he formed the animals of the world, and set them down upon the planes to feed off of the plants and off of each other. And then he took the remaining of the tribes of the hirwain, and sent them forth to become horses, and these would hence be the leaders of all beasts. But still Hassa was not satisfied. So he took the flesh of his hand and mixed it together with his blood, and made men to rule over animals and plants alike, and he granted them the wisdom of his fallen kind, the hatha. But even so Hassa was not satisfied. So he took the last of the bone of his hand and mixed it with his flesh and blood, and made the gods who would rule over all things: man, beast, plant, wind and water. And for each element of the world he created a god, so that no thing would go without care and protection. And above all of the gods he set his firstborn, Gacci the Horse-headed, and his wife Gacca the Cow-headed.

But Hassa had other sons, and some of these were not happy with these arrangements. First among these was Gadri the Hawk-headed, Hassa's secondborn. He incited rebelion among his brothers, and they went as one to the heavens where they made war upon Hassa and those who followed him. It was in that war that Hassa himself was slain, and at the moment of his death the world was shrouded in darkness. But Gacci was overcome by rage, a rage that burned so brightly as to re-illuminate the world, and called forth the winds and rains to his aid, and thus the dark army was defeated. Gacci cast down Gadri, into the underworld were he may never see light again, and peace was restored to the world. But Gacci was overcome by sadness, which rivaled his rage, and even now his voice dims in the evening of the year, when he mourns the loss of his father, and all of life suffers. But it is always followed by the newing of the year, when his light shines forth greatly and life flourishes again.
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