It is said that Laïlo, one night, exhausted, fell asleep, a dirt ball s/he modeled in her/his huge hand. Her/his long fingers sagged and the ball rolled on her/his spread hair, rolled on these golden threads. Its fall went faster, and the ball covered the huge rock bedroom, went along the shining minerals, picking up onits way the iridescent sand they left on the floor. Unstoppable without explanation, grown by the stones’ gift, the ball rolled outside the palace, driven by the corridors’ slop, to jump in the big ripe grains fields along it. On the way of the ball, grains came to stick into it, growing the heap of soil and mineral dust. Far from stopping it, it was like the ball became stronger, like moved by an uncontrollable force, even if unconscious. The ball still rolled, always, crossed a forest, as far as a beach, to finally be engulfed by the streams. It filled itself with water, grew again, and suddenly came to life.
The soil, stone, grains and water combined their forces to change into one entity, which was now self-aware. It named itself, Mildenn. It noted it had eyes to see, arms and legs so that it could move. It felt it still lacked of something. Far above a fluctuating membrane, a light was dancing, and Mildenn felt it calling it.
The entity pushed on its legs, feet, arms, on the top of its hands, and rose in the water, up to burst this coating and to spurt out. A pressure opened its mouth, the air filled its body and blew it up, giving it its voice and its space, at last completing it. A shout, hoarse and deep, came out from the Mildenn’s throat. Far in front of the entity, towered a big palace, on a surface jutting out the streams where it was. It wanted to go there ; the air helped it to burst the film, but its numb limbs hesitated in the thick streams.
« Who are you ? »
The voice came all around of Mildenn. Water licked its face, entered in its mouth, followed its body lines, explored it in the smallest detail.
Big blue arms grabbed it on the waist, and shrouded it. When its head was dragged under the water, Mildenn discovered the fear. The air didn’t like water, and wanted to leave its body, but the entity could not lose now a piece that was completing it. It stirred trying to go up, to tear away from this arms which were holding it. It succeeded to burst again the surface and to breath life with all its body.
« Who are you, little being, who you need the air ? »
The Secretaire's Arcana 