Meeras Song

This is the Beginning, and I sincerely hope you like it.
In the beginning of Earth, there were two beings, the Creator and the Consumer. The Creator made planets and life forms with the Consumers energy so she was not lonely, but then the Consumer devoured them for energy.
But then the two had an agreement. They wanted to make something together, which was good, so neither the Consumer nor the Creator could destroy it. So they created the Song. The song, however was lonely, and could not be heard. So she played her music till the Earth was made, teeming with animals and life. She played for them, and the animals ran with her but they could not sing in harmony with her. She told the Creator she wanted a singing voice to accompany her that was more beautiful than anything on Earth.
The Creator made nine stars fall, and from them came the eight Elemental Tribes, being Fyre, Water, Earth, Ayre, Energy, Lyte, Shade, and Ice. The ninth star made the Elves and Humans, the elves being connected most to the song, as some could change into any living creature. The song had an accompaniment now, and was happy.
The Consumer was not though. He was angry that the Creator made his world teem with life like that without asking him first. So, in his anger he made the first Werewolf and Vampire. They created more of their race, and all the humans could sing of was terror, but mostly they didn’t sing.
That was the only senses they had, the sense of sound. They could hear and sing, but they could not see and there was no color in the world. Nor could they smell or feel.
So the Song grew, and she opened the dull Human and Elvin and Elemental fingers and souls so they could feel. They felt her growth, and were happy. They rejoiced, singing together with the Song.
Some time after this the Song wove color into her songs, but the accompaniment could not see, as they were blind. So she opened their eyes for them, and they saw, and they painted to accompany her songs.
The Song realized that her singers could not taste her life, or the food in their bowls. So she changed them, so they could taste what they ate, taste the things on Earth, taste the life in her. They were happy, and became fabulous chefs. The Song was with them all the time, but she still knew they weren’t complete.
One day she realized what was wrong: Everything on Earth had a fragrance, some good and others bad, and her creations couldn’t smell them. So she let her music flow into them, and they could smell. They smelled the flowers, the soups, life from Mother Nature, and... Death. They could smell Death growing on their song, and they went to her. Te elementals told her to ask the Creator to do something, but the Song said she was fine and refused. The humans went next, but to no avail. Then the elves went, and realized she needed a player, someone to pluck her strings. So finally, she went to the Creator and asked for someone to play her.
The Creator gave her a small girl, and told her the Consumer could not destroy the girl or the song, and the girl would play her. The song let herself be taken into the hands of a child, and the child played her. She played the Song, which was later named a Lyre by the girl. The Lyre liked being played by this girl.
The Creator called her Meera, the Songs word for Daughter. Her own name was Miral, or Mother. Most called her Mother Earth, but she didn’t mind.
So Meera was sent to Earth with her lyre, and she played, and composed and loved the Lyre very much, for she did not know it was a living thing.

Me

My name is Meera. I own a lyre (a small harp) that has twenty-four strings. I play it all the time, and use magic to make it possible to play more octives. I have three right now. I know you are confused about me, so I'm gonna post chapter 1. Just remember, this could change at any time.

bloggers

Me and Tilka will post on this blog. Meera (me) will post first person (like right now) and Tilka will post third person.
For the stupid people out there, here's a sample of first person.
I looked out my window with Tilka.
Here's a sample of third person.
Tilka and Meera looked out of the window.
What's second person?
I don't know. Don't ask me. Don't look at me like that. I'm not, despite what you might think, a computer. Although I can tell you of a blog with a guy who is a computer.
No... don't look at me like that Tilka. Stop.
Oh.
He wants the lyre.
Bye guys!
Meera the Dreamer.
(Ignore the thing at the bottom, kay? The thing that says posted by Leslie?
Yep. That thing. No! Don't click it!)

Prologue to MEERAS SONG

Prologue
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It does not matter who writes this documentary, as long as it is written down. This is a story from the beginning of time, starting in the eighteenth year of the Earths birth. This is a story of love and loss, of friendship and elves. This is a story told by real people in this time. Most call it a legend. But I know otherwise.
I must write this down. My heart grieves for Meera’s fate, but soon I will join her. So before I die, let me share you the history of my first love, the first human to live on this forsaken planet, the only one in history to change shape completely too all creatures, the one with the best gift of Dreaming. This is her story. And it is the story of the looming Battle. This is a story both of the battle and of a girl, lost in the world of evil. The Dreamer, The Shape Shifter, the Deliverer. Those are some of her titles. But my title for her is merely...