The Cold One

The Cold One

(This book is a part of Abyss Mystics' classical literature)

A summary of an ancient myth of unknown origin, translated from mysterious obsidian tablets found within the glacier.

In the days of yore, when the world was still young and all mobs peaceful, one lonely tribe came from the frigid north to settle down between the icy rivers. They knew no gods beside the Cold One, who guided them from times immemorial. Under his care, they suffered no cold nor hunger. Their elders were able to shape the ice according to their will and make the snow come alive. It is said that some could even see the future by looking at patterns of the sacred ice.

Old legends tell us, that the Cold One gifted them with a magic egg, which he made from the boreal lights of their homeland. The elders valued it greatly, for the egg allowed them to receive these miraculous powers and insights from the Cold One directly. Sadly, the news of their new possession soon reached the ears of less benevolent spirits.

When three faceless foxes heard about the Cold One's gift, they became greedy and began to desire the egg for themselves. Using disguise and deceit, they stole it and fled from the world, fearing the Cold One's wrath. But the elders knew the location of their hideout among the stars, and decided to seek help from their divine patron.

In his rage, the Cold One jumped to the sky to punish the thieves, but he knew little of their true scheme. Faceless foxes used the egg's powers to trap the Cold One in the Darkness Above and Below. There they battled him for nine nights and nine days, before he unleashed his full might and threw them from the firmament. Sadly, the egg was cracked during the fight and its magic was disappearing from the world. To save what was left, the Cold One created a strange and lightless place beyond, where he fell asleep. There he collects otherworldly energies, feeding on them until he’s able to lay a new egg and return to his beloved people.

The elders despaired when they realized that the Cold One was separated from them. In their sorrow, they turned to the last of his creations, the Bedrock, and began worshipping it. Centuries passed, civilizations raised and fell, but their descendants still remembered and passed the ancient myth from generation to generation.

Until one day, the Abyss spoke again.