Ill-Mannered Vengeance

Tritherion, god of
justice and revenge, was the second son of Estereal and Soltana. His parents
loved him dearly, and not without reason. Tritherion was a handsome god, with
his mother´s long chestnut hair and his father´s size and strength.
Although his good looks earned him quite a following among the goddesses,
Tritherion did not become vain or pretentious. Instead he grew to be quite a
hero among the pantheon, sharing his mother´s devotion to good causes and
his father´s incorruptible nature. In time, he even acquired a measure of
his parents´ wisdom.
But, like all the
gods, Tritherion was not perfect. One morning, Estereal and Soltana discussed
this very problem over a breakfast of berries from Wajen´s sacred grove and
a bottle of Jvelto´s favorite wine.
"Really,
dearest,"said Soltana, "you can not ignore this any longer. It may seem
petty, and I will admit there are far greater flaws among the pantheon. But we
simply can not allow our son to continue acting with total disregard for
others´ feelings."
Estereal frowned. He
was very proud of his son and somewhat blind to his faults. "Beloved, you
over-state the matter. Tritherion is not uncaring. Just a trifle
over-zealous."
"It is more than
that," said Natanael, as he and his wife Briseis approached the elder gods.
The newlyweds kissed their parents fondly.
"Father, mother, I
love my little brother dearly. But he is not just over-zealous. He is
rude."
"Rude?" said
Estereal. "Do you really think so?"
Soltana fondly patted
her husband´s arm. "My love, you of all gods must face the truth.
Tritherion, bless his heart, is rude, tactless, inconsiderate, and
pushy."
"Well, none of us
is perfect."
Briseis sighed and
elbowed Natanael in the ribs. "Tell them what happened."
Soltana looked at her
son in alarm. "Is something amiss?"
"There may be,
mother. You see, when love is scorned, even a wise heart may at times act
rashly. I have often thought -"
"Natanael, my
love," Briseis interrupted. Her husband shared his father´s tendency
to be long-winded, and she did not want to waste the elder gods´ time.
"Perhaps you should just explain what happened from the beginning, and allow
your wise parents to draw their own conclusions?"
"Please, do,"
said Soltana, sharing a smile with Briseis.
"Very well,"
said Natanael, and began his tale.

Tritherion and I had
been out hunting demons that were beyond the power of redemption - it´s his
favorite hobby. Since our magical steeds had been eaten, we gladly accepted
when Raaba happened by and offered us a ride home in her moon chariot.
Why Tritherion insists
on collecting the heads of all his victims, I´ll never know. But we were
having a perfectly pleasant conversation when he decides to take them out of his
sack and show them proudly to our cousin. They were still dripping.
"Oh dear,"
said Soltana. She well knew that Raaba could not stomach the sight of blood.
Raaba became violently
ill, and lost control of the chariot. We were all dumped into the North Sea,
while the giant moon owls pulled the empty chariot away. We were all quite
startled - a great disadvantage when the sea serpents attacked us.
Luckily, Uncle Jvelto
scooped us out of the water and deposited us safely on the rocky shore. Poor
Raaba was still retching, and the Oceanlord used his powers to purify her bodily
fluids and calm her sick stomach. Raaba and I thanked Jvelto - we were very
grateful.
But Tritherion leaped
to his feet and, I´m ashamed to admit, he shoved our uncle. Or tried to.
Jvelto is very strong, and stood unmoving in the face of Tritherion´s rude
behavior.
"Why did you do
that?" Tritherion demanded. "Those monsters have killed innocents. I
was just about to punish them when you interfered."
"Interfered! "
Jvelto bellowed. "Listen here you upstart little godling. That is
MY ocean. I don´t want you splashing around in MY waters and chopping up
MY sea serpents."
"Justice knows no
boundaries," said Tritherion. "By land or sea. I have the right to
pursue evil and exact vengeance wherever I please."
"Fine!" Jvelto
roared. "Pursue it!" Without warning, he grabbed Tritherion by the
scruff of the neck and tossed him far out into the ocean.
Then the Great Captain
summoned a hurricane and flew off on the back of its terrible winds. Raaba and
I clung to he rocks until the violent storm had passed. Then we stood and
peered out toward the ocean, looking for some sign of Tritherion.
"Oh my," said
Soltana. "Was he all right?"
"Yes, mother.
Worry not - none suffered any lasting harm."
"That is a relief.
Do go on, my son."
"Thank you,
mother."
Raaba and I had just
decided to go in search of Tritherion when we spotted him in the distance. He
had given up pursuing the speedy sea creatures and had begun to swim back to the
shore.
"This is going to
take a very long time," said Raaba, for my brother was many miles away.
"Should we help him?"
"No. Jvelto
wanted to teach him a lesson. It is not our place to interfere. Let us sit here
on the beach and wait for him."
"Very well. In
the mean time, I shall telepathically summon my moon chariot."
We were both very
surprised when the chariot arrived with Sharess inside. I could tell that
she´d been crying.
Soltana nodded sadly.
"She longs for her father´s forgiveness. But Torodin will not give
it."
"I guessed as
much, and I think Raaba did, too. I could tell she was not pleased to see
Sharess, for the two have not always been the best of friends."
"That is an
understatement," said Estereal. "They have fought like cats in the
street - usually over Remiére. I have hopes that their constant bickering
will end now that Raaba has announced her engagement to the rascal."
Natanael sighed.
"I am afraid not, father."
All seemed well, at
first. Raaba greeted Sharess kindly enough.
"Sharess, what a
surprise."
The goddess of beauty
gave her a wan smile. "Your poor owls were in a panic, and they got tangled
in some vines. I stopped to help them."
Soltana nodded
approvingly. "Her sorrow has made her more compassionate."
"Yes," said
Natanael. "Raaba saw that, too. I think."
The moon goddess
inspected her chariot for damage. Then she thanked Sharess. "That was kind
of you."
"It was nothing.
Why were they flying without you? I feared you might have come to some harm, so
I came with them to find you."
"I became ill, and
they spooked," said Raaba, and explained what had happened.
Sharess agreed to wait
with us for Tritherion´s return. After a while, she shyly turned to
Raaba.
"By the way,
cousin. I´ve been meaning... I, uh, I should congratulate you on your
engagement. I do hope you and Remiére will be very happy."
"Thank you,"
said Raaba. I could tell she was astonished, as was I. Sharess always acted as
if she were in love with Remiére herself. But then, it is sometimes hard
to tell with her. She is often very affectionate.
Briseis glared at her
husband.
"Or so I´ve
heard. Anyway, we talked for a long time. Raaba and Sharess were actually
warming up to each other when Tritherion finally swam up and climbed onto the
rocks to join us."
"Sharess,
Raaba," he said, as he wrung the sea water from his long hair.
"Greetings."
Sharess beamed at him.
"Hi there, handsome."
Tritherion frowned at
her. "Do not try your wiles on me, cousin. I was teaching Remiére a
lesson yesterday, and I saw the claw marks you scored onto his back. 'Twas
enough to slow the sword arm of the mightiest warrior."
Raaba shrieked in rage
and fell upon Sharess. The two goddesses battled as savagely as Azkal and
Athelstan. I was badly injured when I separated them.
Sharess protested that
Remiére was only trying to get other women out of his system before the
wedding, as he was determined to be a faithful husband. But Raaba would not
listen, and tried to attack Sharess again. I was forced to detain the moon
maiden while Sharess escaped.
"Did Raaba go
after her?" asked Soltana in alarm. She disliked her offspring fighting to
the death.
No. She remarked that
Sharess would likely find a man to hide her. I am, of course, omitting a few
colorful metaphors.
Since Sharess was
safe, Raaba hopped into her chariot and went in search of Remiére. Before
I could stop her (Tritherion refused to help, saying that Raaba was entitled to
her revenge.), Raaba had banished her betrothed to the dark side of her moon.
She won´t let anyone near. If someone doesn´t save him soon,
Remiére will freeze to death.
Soltana sighed and
stood. "I will rescue the god of fortune. Raaba would not dare to refuse
me. Estereal, I leave you to deal with Tritherion. And do not be too easy on
him."
Estereal was not easy
on Tritherion. First, he summoned his son to the Halls of Truth and lectured
him for many days on the value of etiquette and the folly of letting one´s
cousins freeze to death in the name of vengeance. Tritherion was unmoved.
Estereal then assigned
his son seven tedious and difficult tasks which took Tritherion many years to
complete. Afterwards, Estereal again summoned his son and asked Tritherion if
he learned his lesson. Tritherion was blissfully unaware that a lesson had been
involved.
Finally, Estereal
realized that, though he was first among the gods, he was not up to the task of
teaching his son some manners. What was needed, he realized, was a new god who
was dedicated to all that was polite and proper.
Estereal searched
among his devout worshipers until he found the most well-bred among them. Her
name was Princess Arienh, the third daughter of King Janus the Bold. Arienh was
a soft-spoken, well-mannered young woman who had devoted herself to the study of
decorum and gentility, and spent most of her time giving dinner parties at the
palace. Arienh had become the standard by which all women of breeding
criticized their daughters.
Arienh was surprised
when The One approached her, but she maintained her poise and offered him some
refreshments. Then she politely listened to Estereal´s tale.
"So you can
plainly see," said the Lawgiver, "that Tritherion must learn some
manners. Since this task will no doubt take many mortal life-times, I will make
you a goddess if you agree."
Arienh accepted the
offer, and was deified at once. She began her education of the reluctant
Tritherion, which continues to this day. It is a matter of some debate among
the gods whether or not Tritherion will ever learn his lesson.
As for Remiére,
Soltana did rescue him. But she could not persuade Raaba to forgive him, and
the wedding was canceled. To this day, it is considered bad luck for a man to
propose to his beloved when Raaba´s moon is full.