Ceres had always been closer to her mother than her siblings. As she grew she had
become a confidant of the First World’s lady leader, counselling Mother as her relationship
with Moon broke down. So close were they that Saturn had had to drag her, and then call
on Merlin to stun her, in order to ensure Ceres was safe from The Chaos.
When she emerged alongside Pluto, Haumea, Makemake and Sedna, Ceres had been the
first to recover from the initial shock of seeing their mother crumble into earth and the first
to start grieving. She had also been the first to spring into action upon rising to her feet,
her eyes wide, her cheeks covered with dry mud and seeds in her hands.
But they could wait a little longer. Ferreting the seeds away in her bag, Ceres strode to
the wreckage of the First World and saw the bodies of once immortal beings lying dead
before her. And, initially on her own, she began to bury them one by one as her Mother
had asked her to do, committing the bodies to Mother Earth, their soul joining with their
former leader who took them into her care.
Then Ceres moved onto her main task. The seeds in her bag were a mix of cereals and
vegetables and Ceres soon set to work creating and preparing areas in which plant her
mother’s gifts.
As these grew and stocks of food recovered from the First World dwindled, Ceres supplied
what food she could from the trees and plants that Mother Earth had brought forth as she
formed This World, all the time teaching people what was safe to eat and what was not.
Ceres kept listening and whispering to Mother Earth and learned over time what needed to
be done season by season, soon organising and stocking larders for the frozen and nearly
lifeless season that Mother Earth told her would come. A long period when Mother Earth
would sleep, replenishing herself for the next spring. And when Ceres would rest also
while looking forward to speaking again with her mother.
Ceres, the doting daughter, devoted her life to fulfilling the pleas of her Mother,
transforming her into a less wild and more organised landscape, though one still beautiful.
become a confidant of the First World’s lady leader, counselling Mother as her relationship
with Moon broke down. So close were they that Saturn had had to drag her, and then call
on Merlin to stun her, in order to ensure Ceres was safe from The Chaos.
When she emerged alongside Pluto, Haumea, Makemake and Sedna, Ceres had been the
first to recover from the initial shock of seeing their mother crumble into earth and the first
to start grieving. She had also been the first to spring into action upon rising to her feet,
her eyes wide, her cheeks covered with dry mud and seeds in her hands.
But they could wait a little longer. Ferreting the seeds away in her bag, Ceres strode to
the wreckage of the First World and saw the bodies of once immortal beings lying dead
before her. And, initially on her own, she began to bury them one by one as her Mother
had asked her to do, committing the bodies to Mother Earth, their soul joining with their
former leader who took them into her care.
Then Ceres moved onto her main task. The seeds in her bag were a mix of cereals and
vegetables and Ceres soon set to work creating and preparing areas in which plant her
mother’s gifts.
As these grew and stocks of food recovered from the First World dwindled, Ceres supplied
what food she could from the trees and plants that Mother Earth had brought forth as she
formed This World, all the time teaching people what was safe to eat and what was not.
Ceres kept listening and whispering to Mother Earth and learned over time what needed to
be done season by season, soon organising and stocking larders for the frozen and nearly
lifeless season that Mother Earth told her would come. A long period when Mother Earth
would sleep, replenishing herself for the next spring. And when Ceres would rest also
while looking forward to speaking again with her mother.
Ceres, the doting daughter, devoted her life to fulfilling the pleas of her Mother,
transforming her into a less wild and more organised landscape, though one still beautiful.
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