The Source of Creation

In the beginning, there was chaos. It seethed and contorted itself in infinite shapes. It covered the entire expanse of possibility, and was all that had or ever could be.

As is the nature of chaos, it eventually brought about a new manifestation of itself – a twin and an exact opposite. Within this being dwelt a new and ancient thing – it had a self, and it called itself the First.

The First looked about itself and was bewildered by the instability of its source. So taking great volumes of blackness, it forced into being a sphere of matter, a substance alien to everything previous. The First was pleased by the simplicity and reality of its design and hastened to create more.

But the chaos that formed everything else took and changed the solid forms so that they were of many different sorts. And by its nature, one burst into flames. Into reality came light and heat – energy in effervescent and inconstant forms. The First delighted in it and distributed similar sources throughout his dark spheres.

In this manner the universe grew and developed until it was a place of relative order and harmony. The rotations of planets and stars and galaxies resonated a deep, pure, musical note that was an anathema the chaos, leaving only empty space in its wake. It retreated to the boundaries of creation where it lay alone and quiescent for a time. But its influence remained, prompting creation to evolve in new ways every time, until the universe pulsed with light and energy.

Into this peace a new force came into play. The chaos discharged another of itself, but darker than the First. It, too had understanding of Self, and its mind was filled with loathing and a great hunger, to devour all that was. It named itself the Thought, and it was Destruction and it was Entropy.

As fast as the First created, the Thought destroyed, and for a time there was balance between them. But the Thought found that it was easy to destroy, and the First found that it was difficult to create, and creation receded in on itself.

The first star and its planets stood as the last real thing between the Thought and the First. The First realized it could not hold the universe together alone. It took chaos, and as was habit by now, created forms. But unlike the simple life that had preceded, into these it placed portions of its own essence, so that they might think and act for themselves.

These young minds bolstered the First's own with imagination and hope, and together they forced the Thought to retreat. It returned to its creator, and cowered on the edge of galaxies for many ages to come.

The First's children numbered seven, and to them it gave charge of portions of creation's order. To one it gave charge of time, one was told to mark the heavens in their course, one took watch over the silent life, one oversaw the animals, one sat at the boundary between dimensions, and one was sent to watch for the Thought's return, for the First was sure that he had won a battle, but not a war. But to the greatest of the seven, the First gave charge of the forces that hold the universe together.

In turn, the seven created their own children. Lesser beings they were, but with free will and potential for creation in their turn. The worlds each flourished in their own way – until the day that the greatest child betrayed his creator and turned to the Thought as a leader.

Now he is called the Fallen, the Thought's closest and most devious ally… But his story is long, and this account is complete.