Azyndoa: a short creation story

The Origin of Zyn

Meer instants bleed into moments into episodes, days, ages, eras, periods of time, times of happiness, despair, weakness, hope, pain, laughter, sorrow, long suffering, yet not even a blink of an eye for a life lived in eternal misery. Might your decision lead to the Ozynola, Heavens of the Dieties Fuay.

Deep Before the Beginning of Time, There was nothing but Yo, The Creator. Yo’s first creation was Ai. Yo recognized him as his Eldest Creation, Not because Ai was actually older, but after the order of His creation. Ai was the 1st Creation. And so Yo continued to create things, and many things he did make. At one point He just gave them to Ai. This relation went on for what feels like an eternity. Creation after creation, created, accepted. But soon, Ai took something from Ai, the ability to create, Yo’s very essence, his Yo. When this happened the fabric of order took a sudden change. With the Yo, Ai created something for himself, Sia, the ability to destroy. Ai took many things from Yo, innumerable things in fact, all but His Zyn, the ability to name. The cosmos grew, and grew. With both Sia and Yo, Ai dominated with such Power. He could Create anything, he could Destroy anything. Everything was at Sia’s Mercy and he knew it.

And so the Taking, the Creating, and Destroying ransacked the cosmos for yet ever more eternity. Yet he did have an iota of Mercy. I wouldn’t call it Mercy, though not at this level, but Forgetfulness. Ai forgot to take His Zyn.

After He lost His Yo, He felt lonely, Depressed, betrayed, lost, broken hearted, broken, dead, forgotten, diminished, lacking, need I say more? He was a nobody. Nothing. Not even a spec of dust. Wo, unto Him. But wait, He had Zyn. Zyn! A menial ability, yet beyond the cosmos’ brightest star. He had something. He no longer was Nothing, He named Himself Zyn.

Lo, Zyn had nothing, Nothing but the Zyn. Where was his motivation? He could do nothing he said to himself and nothing he did.

As Zyn remained silent and still, distance increased ever rapidly from Ai’s Sia. Zyn stopped worrying however, he grew Patience and waited. Surely hope will come.

Zyn waited as Ai’s Yo created the Cosmos. Zyn’s Patience grew thinner and thinner ‘til He could no longer wait. He calls “HOPE!  HOPE come to ME!”

It was at that instant that something magical happened, Hope had a name, Hope. Hope felt recognized. But where? Who? Who called Her name? She had to know.

Zyn called again. “Hope! HOOOOPPPPEEEEEEE! HOPE!!!” He called until he could call no more. He lost hope before he ever had it.

Among all of Ai’s Disorder, Hope didn’t stand a chance. Hope was looking for not a needle in a haystack but a particle of dust in an endless sea.

With Ai’s Sia growing ever lethal, Ai knew no equal. And so, Zyn continued to foster His Patience. Distance grew and grew and grew.

Zyn’s Patience snapped once more and left for Ai, For he wasn’t Zyn’s in the first place. Patience’s departure was great. Zyn did call back. Nothing. Zyn called again. Nothing. Zyn called, and called and called, wails, turned to cries, and cries turned to wails. Zyn had Nothing.

Patience’s story spread across the cosmos. Ai knew Patience would come back. Ai knew. He teased Zyn, and told everything in the cosmos of Zyn’s Humility. Even the Ol of Purity.

Ol was beautiful, innocent, bright, generous, kind and caring. She heard about The Return of Ai’s Patience, and she was curious as to who this Zyn was. And Ai knew. And he didn’t like it.

“What could be so special about Zyn? Zyn? Really? Of all the things I’ve made, why Zyn?” And so the question echoed throughout the cosmos. “Of all the things Ai’ve made, why Zyn?”

The Ol of Purity wasn’t sure why, but she had to meet this Zyn and find out for herself. Something drew Ol of Purity to Zyn, and it certainly wasn’t Ai.

The idea of this madness frustrated Ai so much he threatened anything that would aid Ol of Purity in her journey there. That was Ai’s Law.

Nothing wanted to help Ol of Purity. Especially if Sia’s around. The thought of Sia could drive anything mad.  But Ol of Purity never gave up, especially when She came across Hope.

“Hope, help me? Please?” Ol asks. “Please.”

Hope was afraid, afraid of Sia, Ai’s Sia. Hope didn’t want to be destroyed. Hope thought and thought and thought. Really? Help Her? Really?

Ai’s Sia was coming and Hope had to make a choice. To help or not to help?

Hope knew the way to Zyn. And so, Hope taught Her how to get to Zyn. They left immediately.

As she moved from place to place, the distance between the Ol of Purity grew closer to Zyn.

Ai knew he could just take the Ol of Purity’s heart, but that was too easy. Ai wanted to win her heart. He put things in her way, not to stop her but to lure her away, closer to Ai.  Ai made Galaxies of Diamond.  Ai made Tornadoes of Music. Ai made Quakes of Gold, Ai made Tsunamis of Fire. Yet these and more could not stumble that which is Pure. All these things lie behind the Ol of Purity. Her mind now made up. What could stop her now?

She finds Zyn.

“Zyn? … What are you?”

Zyn wasn’t his best. He was down, down deeper than any abyss deep in a fortress in a form stronger than a cage, a prison of Ai’s Sia. Zyn was frail, weak. Zyn was a not a even a moment from death, when She appears.

“Who’s there? Who’s come to visit me in this abysmal prison of solitude?” He asks.

“It’s just me.” She reveals herself.

“You’re beautiful!” Zyn’s heart skip a beat. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have a name?” She says with a smile.

“You? You can be Faith. Curious, righteous, innocent, beautiful. Not afraid to do what’s right” Zyn spoke sincerely

“Ai is here!” Hope appears. Crawling into Zyn’s Chamber.

“Ai? NO! We have to get out of here!” She screams.

“You can’t get out. I am already here! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! You leave me no choice. Sia! Take these two (HOPE and the Ol of Purity) to the Dungeon, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

Ai declares as he enters the Chamber.

Sia’s Sickle Sweeps to immobilize both Hope and Faith. Faith dodges yet Hope suffers a blow, paralyzed. Faith seizes her moment to hide.

“It’s okay. So long as Hope is not dead, Ai can lure her out with Hope. Hope is precious now. “Woman! You listen and listen carefully. If you do not abide and give your heart to me, Hope will die! Mwuah hahahaha Ha ha.” Ai marks the words for Hope’s destruction.

“I know where you are. I know to whom you’ve come. Zyn why, why Zyn? Come with me to rule the skies or I’ll destroy the both of you!

“Never!!” Faith proclaims.

“So be it! Sia have at them!!” The dark lord answers.

Sia hesitates. Faith so pure. He slays Hope and spares Faith.

“Don’t have it in you Sia? So be it. All for the better. Now come with me Faith and be my ruling queen.”

A moment. A tear. She follows.

Zyn’s plan now foiled. No hope.

Her body he did find dead, abandoned, left for nigh. “Lo, for one to pass such as she.” He says.

“You were more than hope, Ai’s gone too far. Your merits will not fail you. You will be remembered for the eternities. You will be known as Yiol, Fuay of Hope.”

Before all to see, Yiol rose again, stronger, and without fear. The duo Zyn and Yiol edge ever onward to stop Ai.

Word of this arose quickly to Ai of course and speedy he answered.

“I see you brother, what have you? An attitude and a mouth? What’s that to my magnitude? It’s time to stop your puny plight. Sia go!”

“Stop! Sia, u must listen to me. They are at our mercy. And mercy I will grant them.” Faith commands.

Then Zyn knew exactly what to do. He renames Ai for misery. Justice fell to him as Faith fancied Zyn and so Sia followed too.

Banished for an an eternity’s eternity Ai wailed and knashed.

Zyn and Ol ruled the Heavens and continued to right the cosmos, earths, and calamities, bearing Hope for all to see.

Squintyclops at Large


So I Wanna Be a Writer

Why write?

Since Hs I’ve been fascinated with writing. I wrote essays well throughout highschool and in to college.

I got my degree in Scriptwriting in my undergrad studies. Once I graduated I abandoned the thoughts to pursue the career choice and now? Now it’s been 5 years since graduation and I want to write again.

I’ve experienced too much not to write my story or at least bestow messages of faith and wisdom unto others.

For the past few months I’ve been at it again. I have put a lot of writing mental power into my own personal writing, journals, diary, blogs about myself… And that’s all and well, but I still have an itch for the hope of the green 💵💵💵.

I wrote a short comic last month and wrote a few exercises. I plan to post my exercises online.

Thanks for reading.

Squintyclops at Large

fear vs confusion vs incapacitated vs immobile vs inactive

one can seem to be immobilized by fear, however

he may be in a state of confusion, which may indirectly be connected to his fear, but confusion is caused by a sense of misdirection, a loss of guidance, misunderstanding.

both fear and confusion can cause one to be in a state of inaction.

to be incapacitated is the inability to act. There’s no thought either, an absence of thought, rendered inactive.

immobility is much like incapacitation, only the consciousness is intact.

immobilized by fear, state of confusion, rendered inactive, incapacitated

spiritually speaking;

fear is the opposite of faith. because faith defined by action, fear is immobilizing. But what is in a state of immobility exactly? The soul? The spirit? The body?

fear attacks the spirit; hence, ‘immobilized by fear’
confusion attacks the mind.
incapacitation attacks the body and mind
immobility refers to a body absence of action.
inactivity can be that of the mind or that of the body

when one is immobilized by fear, he is spirit is on the defense rendering the body absence of agency.

spirit vs body vs mind