Cantomancy Mythos

Okay. I finally finished the Cantomancy Mythos!

It is a bit shorter than I originally thought, but I think it’s still pretty good. I wrote a good deal of it on my typewriter, which explains some of the typos and formatting things.


In the beginning, there was sound. Sound was all there was. It was architectur, the highest form of Cantomancy. The Cantomancy of construction, the buildnig of sound, the highest composition. And through that sound, all else was created.

The sound of creation echoed throughout the entirity of the void, resounding in the never ending hollowness.And the sound created. The sound created everything, space, planets, light, stars, and all else.

And the sound faded. In the newly found universe, its echoing ceased.

The universe accepted the sound, and absorbed it into itself.

And thus the creating force was absorbed into everything, muffled by the existence of matter. Matter which silenced the sound.

But the sound had not yet completely muffled. It had enough left in it to create the first souls,and implant them into newly formed bod-‘ ies. And thus the first humans were created.

And in the going about of the humans, they felt in them growing a long-ing, a need to express sound through music. And thus, as the years grew on, they deigned the seven notes. Yet that was not all that they found with sound and music.

There was another use for it that they discovered. Cantomancy. The highest composition had not entirely been forgotten by man, for, unknown to the sound, which had been in its final moments, the first man and woman had heard the last few hanging notes of architeur. And they passed it down to their first born, who passed it to his firstborn, who passed it to his first born, who passed it to his firstborn.

The names of the first soulds, the first man and woman that the sound created, were Jelamn and Damana, son and daughter of the sound.

The lineage that the knowledge of architeur went through is as follows:

The firstborn son of Jalamn was named Beren.

The firstborn of Beren was Leremenar.

The firstborn of Leremenar was Jurdien. =

The firstborn of Jurdien was Beren, named thusly after his grandfather.

The firstborn of Beren the lesser was named Partren.

Partren had no children, and therefore passed on the knowledge of the architeur to Opheren.

The firstborn of Opheren was Jeremien.

The firstborn of Jeremnien was Trenew.

The firstborn of Trenew was Meretn.

The firstborn of Meretn was Veren, the one who broke the world in half.

The firstborn of Veren was Lepe, but he died in the breaking of the world, before Veren was able to tell him of architeur. Therefore Veren told architeur to his second born, who was named Rephenel.

The firstborn of Rephenel was Trenew, named thusly because of his great-grandfather.

Trenew the lesser’s firstborn son was Cerne, the one who fully came to understand the power of architeur. It was he who re—formed the wonfld, and he who began the first sound through his powers.

The firstborn of Cerne was Berenash. It was he that foresaw the end of all sound, the beginning of the neverending silence. It drove him mad, but not before he had passed on his knowledge of architeur.

The firstborn of Berenash was Golndef.

The firstborn of Golndef was Nobliren.

The forborn of Nobliren was Mashinde.

The firstborn of Mashinde was Orophen.

The firborn of Orophen was Lokaren.

Lokaren was the final knower of architeur. It was he who ended all.

As Jelamn and Damana walked through the newly formed earth, for the first time, they could hear a resonance, a sound vibrating through the entirety of the earth. And Jelamn put his ear to the ground, to therefore hear this sound which was fading. And as he did so, Damana also joined him.

And together, they caught the last new notes of the architeur, the composition of creation. The music filled them with joy and a new feeling in their hearts, which Jelamn named as power.

But the earth was barren in that time. The architeur had only time to form the very basest part of the earth, with no plants or creatures other than the two humans, man and woman. The ground was cracked and dry earth, with no water to moisten it.

And as they went on from that place, to explore the rest of the new world, they pieced the song together, expanding on the last few strains of music that they had heard.

And as they did so, singing and humming it while they walked, the earth responded to their noise. Birds appeared in the sky, singing, trees sprouted out of the earth, growing and providing shade, grass wavered up from the ground, blowing in a newly-created breeze.

The two humans felt the feeling in their hearts, power, grow with each new creation. Eventually they came upon a cliff, looking over an endlessly deep ravine.

The two humans sang, and water appeared, filling the ravine and moistening the earth. And it was good.

But they knew that this new water would not be enough for the whole earth. They spoke: clouds appeared in the sky, heavy laden with water.

The wind blew them across the sky, to places of the earth where the ground was still desolate, to bring water and life to them.

Seeing that all was how it should be, they ceased their singing.

The young grass was soft beneath their feet as they went forth, to discover the world that they had helped make.

And as their years wore on, they made their lives in a fertile section of the earth, where trees grew tall and strong and vegetables grew heartily. But they also found that the architeur was not all good, or used completely for creation.

As Jelamn harvested food from his and Damana’s garden, he discovered that one of the plants hadn’t grown well, producing only a small and sickly vegetable. His heart found a new feeling, which he called hate. And as this feeling was in his heart, he sang the architeur, meaning to create a better plant. But at the dark feelings in his heart, the architeur was tainted for evil.

The vegetable rotted and fell to pieces in his hand, then turned to dust and blew away. When he looked down at the mother plant, it, too, was gone.

And thus man learned of the dangerous nature of the architeur.

And Jelamn and Damana had three sons and three daughters. The firstborn of them was Beren. And Jelamn taught Beren, and Beren alone, of the powers of architeur.

And sons and daughters were had of them, and the knowledge of architeur was passed down as was told before.

And their lineage went down as has been written before, but nothing great happened in those days, aside from the gradual expanse of knowledge, until the days of Partren.

Partren was born of Beren the lesser. He moved to the desert of Pol while he was still young. In his journey he met a couple moving to a town on the outskirts of that same town. With them they had a newborn baby. It took many days of travel, and they knew each other well by the end of that time.

While in the desert, he wandered alone until he came to a desert spring. He had brought with him certain items that he needed, and, with the spring nearby, lived there.

The thought of taking for himself a wife did not come well to him, and so he lived alone, though he occasionally visited the young family in the nearby city, which was named Polen. He became like an uncle to the young boy, who was named Opheren.

When Opheren neared the age that Partren was when he journeyed to the desert, Partren told him of architeur, since he was beyond the age of procreation and therefore would have no successor of his own.

And Opheren told his firstborn son of architeur once he was of age, and the lineage continued.

In the days of Jeremien, the firstborn son of Opheren, though, mankind learned of another power, that was not limited to the bloodline of Jelamn. It was then called low Cantomancy, but has since changed to be called common Cantomancy.

It was in the province of Kalden that it was discovered, and by Celephai, son of Mishnah it was discovered. It was learned by him that matter could be modulated by sound, a certain type of sound emitted from the body at all times. If one could learn to temper and control that sound, he would be able to change matter.

But that was not all that low Cantomancy entailed. Man was unable to use the same frequency of sound on everything. He had to know of the true wavelength of the matter that he wished to change.

And thus it was that mankind began the desperate search and study of matter itself, in an effort for power. Many decades and centuries mankind searched for such knowledge, and it was to the library at Relena that that knowledge was put and kept. All of mankind was able to go there and read and learn of the wonders of low Cantomancy.

Yet high Cantomancy still prevailed, Architeur in its purest form. It continued being passed down from father to firstborn son, and gradually gained in its power, though generations learning more of the pattern.

There were some of the lineage of Jelamn that learned of the low Cantomancy, and mastered it as well as architeur. One of the most powerful was born of Meretn, and he was named Veren. Even as a child, he had had a strong grasp on architeur, and as he matured into a young man, he learned and studiously researched low Cantomancy. He had a dark mind, bent on destruction.

And what the dark holds influences the heart. As he grew in knowledge and power, one desire came in his mind. It would be he who would destroy the world, he who would split the world in four.

He was comely, and before long was married. Yet he laboured day and night to learn more and become more powerful. He and his wife, whose name was Iridel, had a son, whom they named Lepe.

By the time that Lepe had turned four years of age, however, Veren had become powerful enough to carry out his plans. Veren had been unable to teach Lepe the art of architeur, but he was confident in his abilities, and didn’t consider the eventuality of Lepe’s death.

Veren broke the world in quarters, but Lepe died. Veren was fraught with anguish at his death, almost to the point of taking his own life. But Iriden consoled him, and gave birth to another son, whom they named Rephenel.

Veren continued destroying, yet he was more cautious after the death of his firstborn. When Rephenel came of age, Veren taught him both architeur and common Cantomancy, and Rephenel became very powerful, yet not as powerful as his father.

Rephenel married and begat Cerne.

As Cerne observed the world around him, with his newly found knowledge of architeur, he knew that there must be more, that there had to be something which created everything the long ago beginning. And as he sought to find out what it was, he travelled from land to land, archive to archive. Yet nothing was told of the beginning there.

He asked his father, Rephenel, and grandfather, Veren, what they had been told of it, but all they told him was that there had been architeur, and that was all that had created the universe and life.

But also through his search, he learned more of architeur, as well as common Cantomancy, more than anyone had learned or known before.

And it came to him in a dream or vision one night of he, son of Trenew, creating the world and all else, being the one to begin the song of architeur.

But in his vision he asked how this would be possible, because the first song of architeur was ages pst. i

And then he knew of the only way he could do it, to combine architeur and common Cantomancy into a power unseen before, which could bend time and space. And it is through that that he would be able to create architeur from the beginning.

His father and grandfather scolded him at the idea, yet he went on.

And thus it was that came to be the starter, yet not creator, of architeur. He combined his powers in a way unequaled for many centuries, and in this way transcended boundaries of time and space.

But that was not all that Cerne did. He knew that with his newfound power, greater than that of anyone in his time, or ever since. For the past two generations, man had lived on a planet broken in four, caused by Veren, his own grandfather, who had died shortly after Cerne began the creating song of architeur.

Cerne knew that with his power, he would be able to fix the earth. But a life, his life, would have to be sacrificed for such a powerful change. He accepted his sacrifice.

He stood at the edge of the northern quarter of the earth, and sang the song of architeur, combining it with the most powerful of low Cantomancy.

And a change came upon him and the world. Four trees grew, draining his life in the process, the roots of which bound the four quarters of the planet together.

And thus the earth was made whole once again.

But the universe is not kind , or forgiving, for the reforming of the earth cost his life. But before he had done so, he had given a son to his wife, and they had named him Berenash.

And Cerne was able to pass on the knowledge of architeur to him before he died, and thus the knowledge did not peter out.

Berenash and his mother, Quarana, moved east, into the province of Welen, where was another storehouse of information about low Cantomancy.

At a young age, he devoted himself to the study of both low and high Cantomancy, wishing to grow up in the memory of his father. He gained great knowledge of both of them, though he never became near as powerful as some of the other cantomancers.

One night, as he was in an ancient library, surrounded by archaic texts, he reached out with his power. He had learned of how his father had reached back in time with his power, and he wondered if he would be able to do the same, yet to the future.

And he did so. A powerful vision came to him, taking over his mind. He felt himself be flung through time, knowledge of everything that would happen coming to him.

And he looked in front of him, to see what would happen. And he saw the end of time, the end of sound, the end of both low and high Cantomancy alike.

Terror overtook him at the knowing of The End. His vision left him, and he was left quivering in the library.

His mind had snapped, and he was crazed for the rest of his life. He would only talk of Cantomancy and The End, and his family withstrained him into his own house.

He and his wife had a son, whom they named Golndef. Berenash’s wife sent their son to a school, away from her husband, until he was of an old enough age that he would be able to learn of architeur.

Berenash taught him bits and pieces of the knowledge, in his crazed state.

But for a few days before his death, Berenash’s sanity returned, and he poured out his knowledge into Golndef.

Then Berenash died, and his wife and Golndef grieved his passing.

Golndef had a son, whom he named Nobliren, and the lineage went as was written before.

As soon as Orophen and his wife, Leisha, had Lokaren as a son, they knew that he was different. He was quiet, never screaming or crying as a baby, and his hair was a very light yellow, almost a white, which was strange for people of that time and place, whose hair was always black or dark brown.

As he grew up, he remained very quiet, keeping to himself instead of playing with other children, and speaking rarely to anyone, even members of his household.

Orophen taught Lokaren of both high and low Cantomancy, architeur and common Cantomancy, and Lokaren was a diligent student, and a quick learner. He soon had both of them mastered.

When he became a young man, he left the house and traveled the known world, which at that time was quite large. He spend a long time in Relena, where he broadened his knowledge of low Cantomancy even further than it already was.

As he studied, he noticed discrepancies in some documents, comparing new documents with old documents. And he realized that the earth was slowly stopping, life ending for it.

And he realized that Berenash’s visions had been of this time, and that it was now. He knew that he would be the only one that would be able to stop the end from happening, or yet change it in some way.

It had progressed too far for him to be able to save mankind or the earth, or the entire universe.

But he knew of a way that he would be able to use the energy released in the destruction of the universe to create another, fresh universe, one that may be able to last longer than the one that he had lived in.

And so he went about his work, constructing a massive song, blending low and high Cantomancy, in a way that would recreate life anew.

Shortly after he finished, The End came. Though it did not come in the way that it would have, naturally. Lokaren knew that for the recreation to work, The End must come about in a certain way.

And thus he created an antithesis of architeur and common Cantomancy alike, that which destroyed everything around.

The four trees that had bound the earth together rotted, and once again the earth fell apart. The sun that had for so long provided them with light and warmth grew, and incinerated the four quarters of the earth. The same happened in all reaches of the universe.

The energy released by them caused the universe to be destroyed.

Yet there remained the song that Lokaren had created. It reformed the energy in the void into something new, a completely new and fresh universe.

It made afresh suns, galaxies, constellations, planets, and nebula.

And at the center of that universe was a barren planet, filled with sand, the re-formed earth.


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