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Part 1: Dawning
The Grubb Hovel was cold and damp. Greeva, the matron of this family, stood in the kitchen where she spent most of her time endlessly toiling away preparing food for her family. Her delicious confections were known far and wide and were the pride of the Grubb Clan. She had 143 children, a relatively average sized family for a goblin of her standing. A small dark-skinned youngling stood down by her apron strings, watching in amazement.
Boom-ka-chunk!, a plume of black smoke spewed upwards out of the archaic stove, "Flarg-ratten!!" Greeva exclaimed as the stove went dead. She turned a few dials, paused a moment, then gave it a swift kick. The stove coughed out another plume of black smoke as it cranked back on, returning to it's normal squealing and popping noises. "See, little one? You just have to make it work," she said to the small observer. "Now, our clan has traditions that need to be maintained so here is a lesson.... whenever we fry something first we add butter to the pan." Greeva scooped a generous amount of the creamy substance and slapped it into the pan, turning to her curious child she asked, "Now what is the first thing we need to make fried food?"
"Butter!!" the little one exclaimed with a smile.
"Very good!! I can't believe you are talking already, one so young," Greeva paused. She knew her little Butter was different from the rest of her spawn. He seemed to show an understanding that she herself had only managed to attain in her elder years. Greeva recalled how some of her clan had treated those that were seen as "different" in the past, and she felt a twinge of fear about the future of her child's life. "OK that's enough for today, get ready for bed," said Greeva, masking her fears. Little Butter scampered out of the room.
The next morning Greeva came into the kitchen to find Butter already there, smiling wildly. The smile was one of mischief and delight.... like someone with a secret to tell..... Greeva turned on the stove and heard the power hum on. It sounded clean, the pipes unobstructed, leaving no remnant of it's usual labored noises. She could not recall the last time it appeared to be in such working condition. She looked down at Butter who had not taken his eyes off his beloved mother.
"Did you do this little one?" she inquired. Butter nodded, then jumped up and down a few times unable to contain his delight.
"Over night.... while Mommy slept.... me..... Butter fixed, Butter made it work, Butter fixed for Mommy!!"
The feelings of worry returned and she spoke. "Well I am very proud of you..... Go wake up your bothers..."
Butter shined with pride and stood up very straight, puffing out his chest, in a fashion very different from the normal slumping posture of the goblin race. Smiling one last time up to his mother, Butter turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Shortly after, the whole Grubb Clan was slurping and crunching away on their breakfast. Butter sat quietly eating next to Bread the brother with whom he was the closest in age. Butter could hardly contain the excitement, knowing that his mother would, no doubt, tell the whole family what he had done, and that he was special. He sat and ate, and waited. His mother never said a word. Butter watched her eat, her eyes darting off in a different direction whenever he looked up to try to catch her gaze. She ate in silence and left in silence, not saying a word about Butter's deed.
"I fought you sed Mommy was gonna say sumfin' bout you?" said Bread, spraying crumbs from his overstuffed mouth. Butter did not respond. He just took his plate up to the dish bin and left.
Part 2: Solidarity
Butter awoke with a start. “Bread ….. Bread wake up…. Where's Mom, I mean… our Matron?” Butter had not referred to his mother as “Mom” since he was a youngling, but he was troubled as a result of the nightmare he just had. “Where is Greeva?” he asked again, shaking his sleeping brother.
“She's prolly in the kitchen, Bud.” Bread said using the affectionate nickname he had used during their youngling-years.
Butter leapt to his feet. Powerfully motivated by fear, he ran to the kitchen of the Grubb Hovel. As he burst through the entryway, Butter shouted “Mom! .. um, I mean Matron!”
“What is it?” Greeva said, standing near the stove as she had every morning Butter could remember. “Why all the panic?” Upon seeing his mother Butter relaxed, and with a sigh of relief, sat down in a chair at the table near the west wall.
“Oh, it's nothing, I just had a bad dream.” said Butter.
“You've been having nightmares like that every night for the past six months, is there anything you want to talk about?”
“Not really. I'm sorry I startled you, It's just…“
Greeva stopped what she was doing, walked over to the table and sat down. “You know you can tell me anything right?”
Butter let out a deep breath, his muscles relaxed, cascading from shoulder to foot in a way that only his mother's kindness could induce.
“Even though it was just a dream, it seemed so real that when I woke up, I wasn't sure I had been dreaming.”
“What happened in the dream?” Greeva asked concerned.
“Well, um… I lost you. I mean you left, but not because…. Well it ….. I just don't know what I'd do without you,” Butter finally said.
“Don't worry little one, I'm not going anywhere.” Greeva said with an adoring smile.
During Butter's adolescence, he had hated it when his mother called him “little one” but somehow, in this moment, it was exactly what he needed to hear.
Butter began to eat as his brother, clearly groggy, entered the kitchen. “I don't know how many more times you can wake me up like that Bud before I start to get irritated.” Said Bread with a yawn.
“Sorry, I - I just thought ….. Well, I was wrong, sorry.” Butter said, staring down at his plate to avoid eye contact.
“I know, I know, you thought The Matron was in danger. You did what any good goblin, worth his weight would do.” Bread said as he sat down across the table from his brother. “Don't worry about it.”
Both of them ate in silence. Soon they could hear the rest of the clan begin to stir. “I'm done.” said Butter, still unnerved. “I think I'm going to go down to the Warrens and see if I can scrape together some parts. That stove is gonna die any day now.” Butter took his dish to the bin and started to walk out.
“I'll go with you, I'm finished too,” Bread said with half of his plate still covered.
“Well look who got to eat first,” a voice called from outside the room.
“Well, they are The Matron's favorites.” said another, mockingly. Grain and his little gang of brothers were standing in the entrance to the kitchen, sneering at the two young goblins.
“You are all my favorites,” said Greeva as the chow line formed and Bread and Butter slipped out the side entrance to the kitchen.
Greeva's voice faded as the boys made their way down the main corridor, through the arch, and out the south gate to the Warrens.
“Do you really think Mom has favorites?” Bread said as they walked. Butter stopped dead, quickly turned to his brother, and grabbed him by the collar.
“We are not The Matrons favorites!” said Butter. “The Matron does not have favorites. Get all notions out of that thick head of yours, that we are in any way special. We were borne into a family of 143!! Do you really think anything is unique about us that none of the others share? Stop acting like a baby,” Butter said as he turned and continued walking.
Bread stopped. “Well I know I'm not her favorite, but that's not what I was asking.”
Butter felt a stab of pain understanding what Bread meant.
“Look, The Matron has a whole clan to deal with, we just have each other,” Butter said half-joking.
“Well you're right there, we only have each other.”
The two continued down until they reached their destonation. This place used to be where the soldier hordes bunked in ages gone by, but now it simply served as a storage area for all things Grubb Clan. Butter walked over to a pile of junk and seeing the distress in his brother's eye he asked, “What do you think of these? I mean I know they're not top-of-the-line but…“
“They'll do fine,” Bread said, focusing on the task at hand. “We just need to make sure the coupling is properly modified to allow-“
“…to allow none of the pressure to escape. Don't forget that I was the one who taught you that.” Butter said, giving an affectionate nudge to his brother. “Why don't you start striping the molding off those pipes while I get to work on…“
“Well, well, well, if it isn't ‘Butt-Hair' and his little sidekick,” said Grain, walking into the room with his entourage of like-minded followers. “Looks like our little machine expert is gonna get on The Matron's good side by fixing the stove- again'.” Butter kept his eyes on what he was doing to not give Grain the satisfaction of irritating him. “What's wrong? No Matron here to defend you?” Grain said with a smirk.
“He doesn't need Mother to defend him,” Bread shouted in defiance.
“Oh, I wasn't aware ‘Mother' was a resident in our hovel, all I know of is The Matron”
“Bread, I need your help with this,” Butter said.
“What? You need help?, I thought the mighty Butter needed no goblin's help.” Grain said, looking across the faces of his willing followers. “I thought the mighty Butter was to be the salvation of all.”
“Doesn't look all that special to me,” said one of the gang.
“Looks like a momma's goblin to me,” said another.
“The Matron must be going senile if she thinks this one is special,” said a third
“Don't you dare say that or I'll-” said Bread jumping to his feet.
“Or you'll what?” said Grain, interrupting. “Looks like you are out numbered here. In fact I could do anything right now and you couldn't stop me. No Matron to protect you down here.”
“Forget him,” said Butter. “His lice must be extra itchy this morning,” Bread and Butter both laughed.
Grain, his face contorted with rage, reeled back to take a swing at Bread, but Butter instantly stood from his crouching position, catching Grain's fist mid-swing. Slowly, calmly, Butter looked Grain right in the eyes.
“Look, any family that lives without plumbing is bound to accumulate some shit; in this case it just happened to take the form of a piss-ant, and his crew of fuck-ups. I don't take it personally.” With that, the rest of Grain's crew attacked. Butter pushed Bread aside just in time to catch the brunt of the assault.
“Who's the fuck-up now?” a voice called as Butter and Bread were left alone in the Warrens, Butter bleeding from the nose and mouth as his brother tended to his wounds.
Part 3: Discovery
Butter walked along a rocky ledge gazing out into the distance. Bread was close behind, spending considerably more attention than his brother to the surface on which they walked so not to stumble. Bread and Butter frequently look walks like this, exploring their world together while making themselves scarce back at home. Over the past several years the dissention that had formed among their siblings grew stronger with every passing day, so often the two of them felt more at home with each other in a strange place then they ever did back at the Grubb Hovel. After following Butter for several meters, Bread could make out a dark opening in the side of the rocky face.
“Here, this is what I was talking about,” Butter said to his brother. Butter stood next to the opening, peering down into the shadowy depths. “I found this place yesterday after you had gone back home.” Butter continued to gaze inside in silence.
“Well are we gonna go in or what?” Bread said excitedly.
“Yeah, let's poke around, but be careful.” Butter said, taking his first step into the cave. The two of them slowly made their way inside, allowing some time for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once accustomed to the light level they could see a staircase carved out of the stone leading downward, the bottom not even visible in the total darkness. The two began to cautiously make there way down. After about five minutes of descending side-by-side, Bread caught his toe on the edge of a step and fell forward. Butter quickly grabbed him by the shirt, preventing a painful and most likely, devastating accident. “You need to pay more attention.” Butter said as he returned Bread's feet to the solid stone.
“I'm sorry but you know I can't see as well in this darkness as you can. I'll take it slower.” They continued their descent, but now at an even more cautious pace.
After what seemed like hours, the two finally found themselves at the bottom of the stairs where an opening lay just beyond where they stood. Bread leaned over and whispered to Butter; “Maybe you should go in first, since you can see better.”
Butter knew Bread was right, but really, it was obviously a sign of his younger brother's fear; he took a step towards the opening.
“Now just because I can't see as well, doesn't mean you shouldn't be careful,” Bread said with a slight tremble in his voice.
Butter stepped through the opening. To his amazement it opened up to an area that was vast and desolate, larger than any indoor expanse Butter had ever seen. The ceiling of the chamber itself was not visible, hidden in the shroud of darkness which consumed this whole place. Even with his superior vision he could barely see, but there was clearly a structure of some kind ahead of them deeper into the chamber.
“What do you see?” Bread asked from just outside the opening.
“It's safe, c'mon in,” Butter said to his brother. Bread walked in and came to where Butter stood. “Can you see that?” Butter said, pointing off to the center of the chamber.
“I can kind of see it, what is it?” Bread whispered, fascinated.
“Only one way to find out.” said Butter as he began to walk towards the unknown structure. Bread did not move. He stood there still clearly unnerved by this place. Butter got to about fifteen feet from the structure when he noticed that Bread had not followed. Turning back and smiling he said: “It's not gonna bite.” Bread tossed his brother an annoyed look and stepped closer.
Once Bread stood beside his brother, the two simply stared with open mouths at a structure like none they had ever seen, or could have imagined in their wildest dreams. It was like trying to define a word that was spelled with unknown letters. All they knew for now was that this thing was very, very old. It was tall, about twice the height of the two explorers, and just as wide across. It looked as though it was comprised of the same stone that surrounded them, but the peculiar shape of it suggested that it had been grown, not carved. The whole thing looked somewhat hourglass in shape, with the narrowest point at the center. The bottom seemed to curve directly up from the rock surface. No seems were visible. The top of the structure reached upward in non-uniform directions, forming crystal shaped spikes. Butter stepped closer.
Now a mere five feet away, Butter could see what appeared to be jagged lines all over its surface. The lines were dark and seemed to converge at a single point right in the central bottle-neck. Butter took another step closer, when a low moan, barely audible began to emit from the strange structure. He stopped short and cocked his ears, concentrating on the sound. “I wonder what that is?” Butter asked.
“Wonder what what is?” Bread asked tilting his head slightly to the left.
“That sound, what is making that sound?” Butter said as he took yet another step, now within arms length of the giant structure. As he did this the moan intensified to a grinding sound
“If you are trying to scare me you're doing a good job.” Bread said to Butter.
“What do you mean?” Butter said, not taking his eyes of the thing.
“I mean I don't hear anything!” Bread said, crossing his arms, upset that his brother was trying to make jokes when he knew how nervous Bread was in such a strange place.
“Really?” Butter exclaimed, turning to look at Bread. “You really don't hear that grinding noise?”
“Look if you want to play games then I'm-“ Bread froze, his pointing finger stuck in mid-air. It was as if time had simply stopped. Butter could not make sense of Breads sudden stillness and as he took a step closer, the cavern filled with a blinding blue light. Startled, Butter spun on the spot and saw the huge structure glowing brightly. The dark jagged lines he had seen earlier were now ablaze with a shimmering glow, shining in all directions. Amazed, Butter turned to Bread to say, “Now you are going to tell me you can't see this either?” but Bread was still locked in the same motionless position. The light and noise increased until the entire chamber was white with glare and resonating with an ever-growing roar, increasing to the point that Butter had to clasp his ears. Then, out of nowhere, the noise stopped. The blinding light still seared his eyes but the chamber was dead silent. Butter was about to grab his brother and make a break for the stairs when he heard a whisper in his ear.
“Don't go…” a voice said calmly. “You have nothing to fear”
“What is going on?” Butter demanded.
“Let me show you” the voice said.
The light increased until, even through his eyelids, all Butter could see was white all around him. “Let me tell you a story,” the voice continued. “It started in the beginning, as do all things.” with this Butter felt himself leave his body, flowing outward into the light that consumed the chamber. Soon Butter saw what could only be described as the primordial stew of energies at the dawn of the universe… somehow, despite the fact that Butter had never even known of a world beyond his own, he knew this is what he was seeing, the beginning of all things; the dawn of time.
“Let me show you” the voice continued…
