The Creation

Furthest known past, all the world was one. In balance. It was the entrance to an Age of Magic, Energy and Power. Only two essences existed at that time. Neither had a name, but they didn’t need one. Later generations would name one entity the Shadow Stalker and her other self, her opposite, the Shadow Lord. Neither of these beings was either good or evil. They were outside of such basic categorizing. They simply were.

The Shadow Lord and Shadow Stalker exited in a vacuum… a void where nothing existed except themselves. They had no conscious thought, because they needed none.

Nothing changed until one day the Shadow Stalker by chance brushed against the Shadow Lord and a disturbance was felt. It was a light touch, like a breeze, or a blown kiss. Yet both were startled enough to register this with a single conscious thought. And so the air was formed. Gentle breezes caressed them, and they drifted apart once more.

But this separation could not reverse the change. A warmth came from them. A comfort that comes from not being alone. This warmth grew to a passion, and with it came their second conscious thought: the heat of desire. And so fire was formed. The breezes grew warm, a blinding light filled the void, and suddenly the beings could not only feel, but see as well.

This only fed their desire for companionship, and so each tried to find a way to be together. The Shadow Stalker’s thoughts were solid and focused, thus forming a solid, but barren land. The thoughts of the Shadow Lord flowed and skipped from one idea to another, thus creating the waters. The land wrapped itself around the fires. The water coated some of this land. And the air covered all.

This is how our world was formed.