Excerpts:  Part One of the Ongoing Saga

This is a common bedtime story told to Mammoth children.  Stories such as these were passed down through the generations orally, often being set to percussion or theatrical displays during festivals and other celebrations.

Igrak was born into the formless waste of the universe.  Mired in primordial obscurity, he had little with which to occupy himself in those days of emptiness and cosmic non-existence.  For milliennia, he existed in utter loneliness, floating freely through the dark expanse of  space until one day, he cried out into the dark,  "Rescue me."

At first, he did not hear a response.  Space was as black and bereft of life as  it ever had been, and Igrak grew sad and  pondered his plight  having hoped that a voice of some kind might have greeted him, although it was foolish to think.  As he sat and thought, nightmares began to seize him.  He closed his eyes and scratched his head with his enormous trunk trying all the while to rid himself of the strange visions.  He saw something orange  - something of such ferocious light that he felt pain in every part of his body, and some say that, though Igrak was quite safe and quite sound, he actually smelt singed wool.  Shapes began to form in his dreams.  There were tremendous spheres and oblong bits of rock.  He saw trees and vast oceans, some of methane and some of water.

But Igrak did not know any of this, as we know it.  He knew only that the visions enthralled him, but he did not know where they came from, nor did he understand them.  He dreamt for days, until his mind was tired and entirely confused, and again, he cried out, "Rescue me."

This time, a faint whisper crawled through the blackness, slowly but with purpose, and  found its way into Igrak's ear.   "Dance," said the voice.

Igrak was confused.  He did not know what it meant to dance, but as soon as he had passed the voice off as cosmic gibberish, his legs began moving in peculiar ways.  They shifted from side to side, and they stomped, and they drew circles, and while Igrak was seized by a fit of uncontrollable dancing, the space around him began to ripple and tear.  He stomped  and a great cloud of dust rose from underneath his foot.  It began to commingle with the other dust clouds Igrak's dance was creating, and suddenly, the particles took the form of a rock.

Igrak laughed as he had never before, and the great guttural expulsion echoed across the waste, and suddenly, a great ball of white light appeared in front of him.  He saw planets forming in the warmth of the light and begin circling its source, and on these planets, he saw the canyons and lakes that had been present in his dreams.  He continued dancing, able now to control his movements, and he continued laughing.  Igrak laughed and laughed and laughed.  He began to run faster and stomp harder, and every bit of black space he touched sprang up into some fantastic shape or produced an indescribably brilliant sensation.

Igrak did not know what to make of any of it.  He could not help but be ecstatic, though, for now there was something.  In the blink of an eye, the formlessness of the empty waste was giving way to a beautiful array of colors, shapes, sounds, and feelings.

Eventually, the dancing began to affect less and less space.  Igrak looked about him, and as far as he could see, there were planets and nebula.   Comets whizzed by his head.  He had never been happier in his life, and he began to laugh again.

He laughed so hard that his body exploded and dotted the sky with huge white orbs of  light so scorching they would consume anything that drew near, and it was on that day the first Mammoth was put on this planet under the first star that appeared as Igrak danced.   It is called fromin, which means Lightfoot, for after Igrak exploded, his paws remained and were pulled in by our star in gratitude for having been created.

It is Igrak who gave light to the world.  In his desperation, he had received aid from a voice, and it is written in many places that the voice Igrak heard was his own and that he was the cause of his misery and - likewise - his mirth.