If there was one person discussed more than any down here, it was Yeesha. For good reason of course, she was the one who brought us here. She was the one who started us on our journey. She was the one who used us to free the Bahro. She was the one who left us, yet to return.
I knew so little about her, where she came from or how she gained the gifts she struggled to understand and control.
Of course, there were always rumours, the faintest whispers of stories regarding her family. I wondered about her father, a man known as Atrus. Explorers told me many things about him, Atrus, the last son of D’ni, the creator of the Age of Myst, dweller of the cleft. Was he a scientist? An artist? Did he spend weeks agonizing over tiny details in his work? Did he just write and write and write and then visit his Age, with no hesitation in his heart, only a pure exhilaration to see what things that had sprung to life under his hand?
I imagine Atrus as a tall man, proud and strong. I know he endured a great many hardships in his life, and I imagine they made him strong and he passed that strength to Yeesha. In my mind he is a strict teacher, but kind. Perhaps a bit too caught up in the delights of creating his Ages to worry about the details of what he would do with them later.
I wonder, as I sit here, wrestling with words, attempting to create the perfect flora for my Age, how Atrus would have approached the same situation. Writing and checking, revising and re-writing until it was perfect? Taking what he was presented with, manually splicing roots together to create a hybrid? Somehow he does not strike me as a lover of plants. I feel like Atrus was a man of dynamism and mechanical wizardry.
I remember the first time I heard his named mentioned.
One evening, soon after I arrived in the Cavern I overheard some explorers talking about him. One rather short explorer (whose name I later learned was Pendleton) told of an Age written by Atrus that consisted large wooden ship sticking out of a rock.
“He crashed a boat into the rock!?” said another
“No! That’s the strange part. They say he wrote the ship into the Age that way.”
“Impossible, the DRC says the D’ni couldn’t write things like that.”
“So he wrote it so it would be stuck in the middle of a rock?”
“Dunno, he probably didn’t mean for it to be stuck in a rock though.
“So what did he do with it?”
“Nothing, he called it a failure and burned it.”
“Atrus wouldn’t do that to an Age he had written. No way!”
I thought the group were being quite ridiculous and I dismissed such a notion immediately. After some time spent down here though, I began to wonder how far from the truth it was.
Atrus created something by experimenting with the Art. Would that I could see the other strange and wonderful things he has chanced upon creating. This is how legends are born.