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Ao actually appears in different forms to different people; to Legendaries they appear as a masculine figure, generally refered to as 'Father', to normal pokemon they generally appear as a feminine figure the 'Mother' and to those with a special destiny, they appear as an androgynous child. (Each form represents an aspect of Ao: The Father represents learning & power but can also be obdurate and can bear great wrath against those who cross them. The Mother represents understanding and growth (both spiritual and physical) but is considered forgetful and less powerful than the Father (though this is not strictly true, the Mother just uses their power in less forceful ways). The Child, however, represents infinity and the infinite potential within all and while is the less worshiped and often forgotten aspect of the three, is actually the most powerful.) Overview:History:Avery the first born, the First Son: the first disaster. His heart was too cold, too easily swayed by greed and desire that had crept in and whispered to him during the dark nights. A weak will hidden behind a cruel countenance. The Father wept over Their most beloved. He could not be allowed to rule, but perhaps his flaws could be tempered.
So next came the Twins, the second born. They were loyal to the Father, obedient almost to a fault. For a time, they curbed the First’s ambition and they all played the parts of dutiful sons and loving brothers. But they grew, as all children do, and the Twins began to bicker. They argued, squabbled and fought over time and space and attention, exacerbated by the First's meddling. This time the Father did not weep, They merely sighed. The Twins could not be allowed to rule. Perhaps a different approach was needed. The ancient lands of Kalos was where They travelled in Their mourning, where the energy of the world was still fresh and pure, untouched by mortal hands. In the centre of the realm stood a great tree – the first great tree of the world from which all others had spawned. It was a sight of beauty, as the world was in the First Age. Shimmering leaves of fine gold held aloft by slender boughs of pure silver and flowers a brilliant emerald green, as precious and coveted as diamonds by the forest dwellers. It was to that great tree that the Father took a dagger made from an earth wyvern’s fang and carved out a new form – half girl, half serpent. She was to be bound to both the worlds of nature and creatures in an effort to create balance, to succeed where Their sons had failed. As the last dagger stroke fell, the silver bark fell away to reveal pale soft skin and obsidian black scales. A veil of jet black hair shielded her face from prying eyes as she shrunk back toward the tree, started by the sudden burst of noise and light into her. She would grow out of her shyness, They hoped as they offered the girl a hand. There was much for her to learn, and much work for her to do. They had time. There would always be time. And so the third was born, the First Daughter, Genovefa. |
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