Gaia

Before her, it was only nullibicity. The third star, Helios favorite one, turned into a novae and then extinguished. Its light turned off and the glorious magnificence it bore decayed to become an amorphous rock. Barren, grayish, floating purposeless amongst her eight brothers and sisters, the Third One died in silence.

"Can I have it Father?" The mighty goddess asked more like in a childish plea.

Chaos glowed a curious look to his daughter. "Why do you want the Third One, Gaia? There are others bigger than that one amongst Helios' opaline children."

"I've always liked that one. It's warm and inviting. The first two are too hot and close to Helios, my skin will dry and burn. The others are distant and cold, dark, frozen and their light is opaque like the surface of a stranded moon.

"All right. If that's the one you want, it's granted. Yours will be the Third One, my beloved Gaia."

"Thank you Father."

Chaos kissed the goddess' forehead and wished her a safe travel. Gaia mounted her chariot hauled by shooting stars reaching to the Third One. It was finally hers.

The goddess rested on top of the highest mountains. Nirvana. With her whole existence she embraced the entire surface of the cerulean humongous mass. The curves on her body carved the contour of the first slopes and cliffs. The skirts on her dress colored in silky aeneous tones the greenest hills. The inlands of her body, sensual mounds, delimited the valleys on her chest that were covered with the chartreuse grace of her décolletage.

The diaphanous goddess strolled with cadence along the sandy paths of her newborn realm. With every step given the surface of the earth was shaped. Her hands bore caverns and sculpted low and highlands and she saw it was good. On her pallet the celadon, emeralds, grays and browns flourished, painting the different shades of the earthy soils. The sheer of her petticoat stroke the dirt and the grass sprouted covering with velvety tones the once barren lands. The flowers bloomed in different colors and forms and the trees grew bountifully all over the picturesque place. The goddess decided to put a name to her home. It was to be called Earth.

Gaia felt buoyant for she cried tears of joy. The sweet and salty drops filled the lowlands and canyons forming rivers that flowed merrily drawing snaky patterns across the boundaries of her exposed skin. Water murmured softly to her ears singing a lullaby that made her dream sometimes. Others, it fell steeply making her womb tickle and her legs stiffen with ecstatic commotion. The magnanimous goddess met herself with love. She caressed the plentiful and sacred inlands of her virginal landscapes. Gaia danced with herself, making sensual pirouettes of lust and passion. There was no touch other than her fingers and the waters of the flowing rivers that bathed the idyllic lines of her nacreous skin. And after consummating the rhapsodic dance, Gaia was tired and fell asleep that night.

The next morning, the deity woke up to a deep pain in her womb. Something moved inside of her, stinging the depths of her core. Gaia revolved and twitched making the Earth quake. The lands separated abruptly and walls of rock emerged forming mountain ranges and islands that delimited the land masses now floating independently over the turquoise surface of the placid seas.

And the deity yowled and writhed. She pushed hard to expel the pain inside of her and she gave birth triplets in the form of three precious stones that she cradled in her arms. The first, a boy, she placed above everything created. She built a crib of clouds for the day and of stars for the night. Gaia named him Uranus. He would rule in the infinity beneath Earth and the endless skies.

Her second child was a boy too. His bed was the immensity of the waters that held the lands created. Named Pontus, his would be the realms of the deepest abyss below the oceans and the shallow seas that kissed the golden beaches by his mother's feet.

Gaia's third offspring was a girl, so precious and delicate that she decided to make her crib by the mountains' skirts. Her bedspread was the soft grass of the valleys and it was perfumed with the petals of roses and lilies of the prairies. The girl would be named Ourea and was to be the goddess of mountains and woodlands.

Satisfied, Gaia contemplated the Earth. Her children played cheerfully and filled her with joy and pride. That night Chaos smiled and threw shooting stars and meteors to the Earth's skies to celebrate her daughter's felicity. And Mother Earth ruled for centuries and watched her children grow up by her side.

***This short story was created for Nyhterides short story competition. It had to be about Mother Earth or a lizard. Of course I chose Mother Earth, Gaia according to Greek Mythology. This is my version of her Myth. I hope you like it.
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