Enid

I decided to write something based on a picture. This is what the artist wrote to her picture:

The universe existed purely as a bleak stream of conscious. It was many but one. They knew everything that had become, which resulted in them, a pure form of connected awareness. But you see, having so much knowledge is boring because there was nothing to do with it, so these consciences broke from each other and made physical vessels to separate themselves, to have a sense of individuality. Emptiness is quite dull so it did not take long to start creating.
From this, they began to create. The more they created the more attachment they felt, and with this attachment came a sense of emotional connection, far different from the icy universe they were born into. You see, they knew everything that was, but they could not predict what would come to be with their creations, this gave them pleasure: the uncertainty of it.
They set aside part of their domain as grounds to let their creations roam free, a place to experiment. The entry way into this domain was a whirlpool gate where they could drop their creations in. They became the guardians of this realm they bore.
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Enid was one of these guardians. She was fascinated with the creations of her elder siblings. Though they were beautiful, they were also hollow. Enid wanted to create something different, so she ripped pieces of her sister's Aurora Borealis and folded these strips into shapes. Though the beautiful lights could no longer be seen across the universe, they existed within the forms of Enid's creations. With the touch of her fingertips Enid gave part of herself to these creations, which enabled them to evolve on their own. It was the first time that a creation could change without forceful aid from the guardians, and this was the beginning of life.
To us, these creations of Enid's were the buds of nature that exist in our world today. Once these flowers of hers died, the spirit she put into creating them cycled back into her and she could feel in such a way never before conceived. Even though the guardians were physically separated, they were all spiritually connected and shared in these feelings. The idea of struggling for life and fighting for existence had never been experienced by these immortal beings. It was different, it was exciting, it was vulnerable, it made them want to create higher life. There was beauty found in such a transitory nature, that it was decided no life of their creation should be eternal.

And now here comes my part. I thought I would write the moment Enid finds out she can create life with the Borealis:

Enid stopped dead in her tracks. She felt her body tremble. A foreign feeling. She didn’t even though that was possible.
“I ask again.” Aurora’s subtle but resonant voice echoed in the emptiness. ”Did you take more of my Borealis? Did you save its energy in your hands?” Aurora was usually seen in the form of a brittle young girl with the strength of a healthy human woman. Enid was different. She had a bold figure, not curvy but stern, and she was still the one with less power.

“You barely use it…”

“That’s not the point.”
Aurora stepped onto the emptiness, almost floating, but somehow slightly walking on a rigged ground. The darkness moved like oil under the feet of the deity.

“I am scared.” The two girls stood face to face. Enid noticed that Aurora’s simple features were the same as her’s; small and stubby nose, thin lips, big eyes with no pupils and an oval face. The things they differed in was their blonde-greenish and wine red-purple hair colors and body structures.

“Of what?” Enid finally asked. Aurora didn’t say a word. She stood there, gaze fixed on her sister and mouth shut. Then she walked away.

“Wait!!” Enid yelled at her sister. She begged her to say what was on her mind. She cursed her, she apologized, she cried. Enid knew that her sister was hiding an important matter from her. But Aurora just kept on walking, Enid following her.

“Fine!” Enid finally yelled. “If something goes wrong then, you will be at fault!”

“…looking at you’re grammar, I would say: You will have to deal with the consequences…” Aurora said that as if it would help a bit. It didn’t.

“Ughaaaaaaaaaaaa!” frustrated and her nerves reaching their limit she screamed. She cursed even more and finally plopped onto the oily surface, part ground part air. Aurora had gone by now. Enid guessed she went through one of the oily curtains with dusty sparkles.

Aurora loved sparkles and these oily curtains. Enid couldn’t stand them. Everything was monotone in their world. Dark oil and dust- what is so beautiful about that? It’s gross. That’s what Enid always thought.

Automatically, Enid lifted her hand. She felt the meaningless useless power leave her body through her fingertips. Purple strands of light swarmed around her like veils and ribbons. She shaped them and shaped them, not thinking of a specific form. She felt like she was drawing on canvas, as if with every swish of her finger a new line had erupted on that canvas.
Enid closed her eyes, as always, and started braiding the thin air. First simple braids with three strands but then even with four, five, six and always more and more. After a while she turned angles, letting the braid twist and shape into a new form. Her fingers moved as quickly as a pianist playing an etude. When she finally opened her eyes she looked dumbfounded.
Cupped in her hands lay a strange object. Usually Enid braided ornaments, carpets and tapestries full of them. Now she had an alien thing in her palms. On closer inspection, she noticed bits of soft, paper-like, long and oval shaped cards that stuck to a center in four rows of circles. They were as purple as Enid’s apparently not so useless power: an intoxicating mixture of poison, electricity and wine.

Without further thinking she started to make one after another of those objects. For some reason Enid loved them. Her fingers moved quicker and quicker, her fingers turning into a blur and her breaths turning short and raspy.
“More…” she thought “more…” it echoed in her mind over and over. She didn’t feel anything in her entire body. There was nothing but joy. She started laughing and singing random tunes, kneeling on the floor.

“Enid! Stop!” Enid gasped and stopped weaving the purple objects. Purple, once again useless power streamed from her hands to the floor and to the endless ceiling. She tried stopping but it wouldn’t. She didn’t have the power. Instead Aurora came and stroked Enid’s hands. The moment her hands stopped releasing energy, she fell face first down on the oily ground, exhausted and in pain. Her hands felt like they might burst and her lungs seemed to burn. Her stomach felt ill and as if it’s content wanted to escape through her mouth. She never felt pain before, let alone this kind of pain. Even something in her chest beat frantically and uncontrollably.  

“You used the Borealis. You created something completely new…”

“What are you doing here?!” Enid hissed at Aurora. She faced her fearless this time. With more power. And Aurora seemed to be scared of that. But also something else.

“Your face.” Aurora whispered.

“What’s wrong with it?” Enid snapped at her.

“Your nose is pointy… your lips fuller… your eyes smaller… and your face is more heart-shaped now…” slowly Aurora listed those things. Enid was surprised. But more happy than anything.