Tale Of Hume
The Tale of Hume and the Sundering of Hours¶
Long ago, before even the first ember was carried, before the first tree reached skyward, before the rivers knew their banks, there was Hume.
He was not born in Kaernest, but in a world of bright suns and steady days. When the skies of that world grew dark, he gathered those who would follow him and sought a way through the nothing-between-worlds. For seven days and seven nights they walked, though the path had no soil, no stars, no time.
On the eighth day, when their strength was gone, Hume raised his voice. He spoke a word of origin — a word so old it remembered itself. That word tore the veil, and Kaernest lay before them.
But the word came at a cost. The veil struck back. It shattered the hours of those who crossed. From that day, humans were never whole within time. Moments slip around them, and they feel what is yet to be as easily as what has passed.
Thus humans gained their Time Magic — the blessing and curse of stepping just outside the world’s rhythm.
🔮 The Hidden Word¶
Not all was lost in that sundering. The Language of Origin survived in fragments, carried on the tongues of those who remembered. It could no longer tear open worlds, but it could bind oaths, compel truth, and undo falsehood — the roots of what scholars now call Logomancy.
So the humans swore among themselves: never would this Word be given freely to other peoples. It would be passed from elder to chosen apprentice, hidden in ritual, preserved as their deepest inheritance. For if the Word were lost, so too would their story be forgotten.
🌱 The Lesson¶
And so the humans walk Kaernest as strangers.
- With one hand they touch time, slipping where others are bound.
- With the other hand they guard the Word, secret and heavy.
The Sektarri call them useful. The Verdanni call them uncanny. The Qnassi call them kin.
But humans remember the veil, and they whisper: “We are not of here. We will never fully belong. But our fire is memory, and our memory is a blade.”
This story works on several levels:
- Explains time magic as the result of crossing between worlds.
- Establishes Word Magic as the surviving remnant of the crossing, mythologized and guarded.
- Provides cultural flavor: humans define themselves as strangers who survived the journey.
- Sets up prophecy as natural: they always feel a little ahead or behind in time.