Hope

Before, There once were two brothers, named Logiki and Insensatus. When they were young, they often fought, much to the chagrin of their mother, Oreka. Eventually, she grew weary of their conflicts, and pulled them both aside and asked “Why do you two quarrel so? Why must you make your mother grow old before her time?”. Logiki attempted to speak, but Insensatus interrupted “Logiki keeps making me do what I do not want to do. He won't let me be free.”. His mother turned to his brother “Logiki is this true?”. “Yes” He replied “But I have no choice, he constantly ruins the order of things, he is unpredictable, he won't respect how things are”. Oreka sat back, and thought about her sons argument's. Was it right to restrict Insensatus? He deserves his freedom. But Logiki was right, he is too unpredictable for any sort of stability. She looked up at her sons, one who has fire in his eyes as hot as the ones he was made of. The other's eyes were as cold as the voids he was born from. Then she had an idea.

“My sons, we will settle this. I give you three days to create yourselves a sister. She must be as bright as the stars, as calm as the voids, and as frigid and fiery as the both of you. Whoever succeeds will be right, and be allowed to stay with me among the stars. Whoever fails, is doomed to travel the void for eternity.” The brothers were shocked, but they could not decline such a challenge. They immediately seperated and went about looking for the perfect materials to create a sister with. The cosmos seemed to be alive with activity, as each brother raced across one corner of it to the next, finding the best materials they could think of.

On the first day, Insensatus presented one of his creations to his mother. “I call her Io, she is made from fires hotter than I, she is fun and adventerous. She knows no limits!”. His mother looked her potential daughter up and down, and started to frown “My dear child, Io will not be your sister.”. Insensatus was surprised, even angry. “But why mother? She is as fiery as me, and as bright as the stars! Just like you asked!”. Oreka's eyes softened, “Yes but she is too hot, she will burn out fast. And she is too bright, I cannot see beyond her. And she is not calm nor is she frigid like your brother. “ she turned to Io “You may go about anywhere you like in the Cosmos child, but you are not part of our family. “ With those words, Io, in a feat of anger, sped away to a distant part of their home, leaving a trail of fire behind her.

On the second day, Logiki approached his mother. “Yes child, have you brought me your creation?” asked Oreka. “Yes mother I have, meet Nix. She is calmer than the darkest of voids, and colder than I ever could be. “ replied her son. Oreka looked Nix up and down, as she did with Io. She was slightly saddened, “My son, she is too cold. She will grow old but never die, she will be miserable. And she is not as hot nor as bright as your brother. I am sorry, Nix will not be your sister.”. Nix, upon hearing this, moved coldly through the cosmos, putting out the flames Io had left behind, without so much as looking at Oreka.

Logiki and Insensatus were both dejected, both sat next to each other, downtrodden and depressed. “It is your fault Insensatus, you could not follow the rules mother set out for us.” “Neither did you brother” “I followed the rules that made sense.” “Then what do you suppose we do Logiki?”. For once, Logiki did not have an answer. Then, they both noticed something. Io and Nix were following each other in a circle, one setting her path on fire, the other putting the fire out. They could not catch each other. Logiki and Insensatus both looked at each other, and realized what their mother wanted.

On the third day, both Logiki and Insensatus approached their mother with woman of pure form. With eyes of fire and ice. Who was as bright as the stars, but dim enough to see behind her. “My sons, you have made me proud, you followed my instructions and worked together and combined Nix and Io into one. And her smile, it never goes away, and is always so pleasant. What do you call your new sister my sons?” But they had not thought of a name, and neither could their mother. So she turned to her new daughter, and asked. “My child, what do you want to be called?”.

The newly formed daughter looked at all of them, and cheerfully quipped “Call me Hope”.