A/N: I STRONGLY recommend that anyone wishing to read this first read my A Guide to Dræch'Thyãône, otherwise you might be confused at certain points when Dragon Tongue words are used, and not directly translated in this work, rather than English ones, and might furthermore find pronunciation of said words difficult or confusing.

Before the Worlds, Before the Milieus, Before the Universe itself, there was Darkness, called That Which Came Before, The Before, Darkness, The Darkness Primordial, Nothing, and Nothingness by the modern inhabitants of the Worlds. Within Darkness lived the Dræcœnïoi, Sérpænïoi, and Lévæthãônïoi, known respectively to the modern inhabitants of the Worlds as Dragons, Serpents, and the Leviathan, and collectively as The First. The Dragons were innumerable and ruled over by twelve almighty Dræch'Kõnś, while the Serpents numbered only two, a brother and sister named Mäthär and Ænnä, respectively, named by the Dragons for the colors of Their scales, Black and White. The Leviathan was but one, and bore the name Tïôsÿt, for It was the living embodiment of Time.

Darkness, called Nãûôghÿlt by the Dragons, was oblivious to them all, interacting with The First only on the occasion when a Dragon died, in which case Darkness reclaimed it. Tïôsÿt was similarly uncaring, meant only to observe, for as the physical embodiment of Time, Tïôsÿt secreted the Primordial Fog, called Lôjûš,Ghãôlól by the Dragons, which permeated everything within Darkness, as well as Nãûôghÿlt Itself, and ensured the eventual end of all things. The Dragons and Serpents were not oblivious to each other, however, but rather loathed each other with every fiber of their very beings.

The Dragons disdained the Serpents as inferior for Their lack of legs and wings, of fingers and claws, and of breath. The Serpents despised the Dragons for their arrogance and conceit. In their disdain and hatred, each waged war upon the other. But there was a difference between the Dragons, and the Serpents. The Dragons saw and knew all others of their kind to be kin, and though they sometimes quarreled as Life does, they were united. The Serpents were different.

For as much as the Serpents despised the Dragons, nothing could even hope to match the absolute hatred They held for each other. This hatred stemmed from Their completely opposite natures, with Mäthär the Black Serpent of Shadow, Negativity, and Passivity, and Ænnä the White Serpent of Light, Positivity, and Activity. And so, while the Twin Serpents would fight together against any Dragon that ran afoul of Them until it was dead or driven off, all the rest of Their Time was spent in endless battle against one another. The result of this? The Twin Serpents began to weaken, albeit gradually, until finally, the Dragons believed that they could finally destroy their hated enemies.

A Great Many Dragons, led by Dønïrãël éte Pøôrš Dræch'Kõn, his consort Døghërïel éte Cïótÿr, their eight sons Dáćông éte Šïnøûn, Drãóã éte Joûønt, Daürśe éte Wÿrthôl, Dãørôw éte Dôrÿšøûn, Dórïõugh éte Ghãôrtûm, Dÿlãôs éte Šôrølûm, Dyôn éte Sãôm, and Dhÿthãn éte Gãôrÿûn'Wÿrôgh, and their single daughter Därÿm éte Ônghlãôdûm, swooped down upon the Twin Serpents as they did battle, and what once a battle became a War. This War would later be called Éte Gãôrnûth Dræcœnïoi'Vówÿr by the Dragons and their descendants, and The War of a Great Many Dragons by the modern inhabitants of the Worlds.

This War waged on unabated until Ænnä, the White Serpent of Light, Positivity, and Activity, fell dead at the claws of Dønïrãël. Rather than share His sister's fate, Mäthär did something that neither the Dragons, nor His sister, were or would have been expecting. Before the watching, shock-filled gazes of The Great Many Dragons, the Black Serpent of Shadow, Negativity, and Passivity devoured whole His sister's fresh corpse, restoring Himself to a state in which he surpassed both Himself and His sister at the moment of Their birth combined. And in so doing, Mäthär began the end.

For it was an unspoken, unwritten, and, until that day and for much longer still, unknown law, that only Darkness possesses the right to reclaim Its children upon their demise. By breaking this law, Mäthär had, at the very least, spelled His own eventual doom. For Darkness was no longer oblivious. It attacked Mäthär even as He consumed The Great Many Dragons, whole and alive, actively attempting to reclaim the Serpent before his Time. And yet, It found that It could not, for by consuming the White Serpent of Light, the Black Serpent of Shadow had become something altogether different, and in so doing, made Himself impervious to Darkness' advances, for He was no longer of Darkness.

For when Shadow was filled with Light, it became something new. The Gray Serpent of Twilight. And within Twilight could be found the Balance of Shadow and Light necessary for something extraordinary. Life. New Life. And even as Mäthär hunted the remaining Dragons, consuming them whole and alive as He did those who killed His sister, that same sister's body broke apart within Him, slowly but surely forming the Universe, which was named Mäthärænnä by the Dragons within Him. The innumerable Worlds formed of Ænnä's flesh, and lit up the Shadow of the Universe as though they were stars, not planets, for from within them shone Ænnä's Light.

And from Ænnä's mind and soul formed the Milieus, countless dimensions composed of pure energy that, though invisible, overlapped with the Worlds. From Ænnä's heart, and the innermost fragment of her soul, formed the Pall; a thin, malleable and magical membrane, veil, and barrier that shrouded each World and separated it from the Milieus with which it overlapped. But the Pall could be torn, either temporarily or permanently, and it was from these tears that magic, pure energy, leaked from the Milieus into the Worlds. The Universe, however, remained Lifeless, for Ænnä's body had nothing left to give.

And yet, the Dragons did not allow it to remain so, for they saw the inherent beauty of the Serpents' unintentional creation, as well as its untapped potential, and so elected to take Life into their own hands. The Twelve Dræch'Kõnś, as well as the consorts and children of the Second through Twelfth Sovereigns, gave of themselves to fertilize each of the Worlds, their blood becoming water, their bones wood, their scales vegetation, their flesh soil, their teeth and claws and horns precious minerals, and their breath air. In so doing, they rejected Nãûôghÿlt, instead choosing Sãûôghÿlt. And so, Darkness renewed Its efforts against Mäthär, now trying to access Mäthärænnä, in order to reclaim it and all its inhabitants.

The Dragons knew nothing of Darkness' efforts to reclaim them, however. How could they have, cut off from It as they were? Instead, they continued their endeavors to refine Mäthärænnä, with the First and Second Sovereigns, Dønïrãël and Døzÿrãël, respectively, becoming the two lone fixed points in the entirety of Mäthärænnä, the ends of the Universe, the flat World of Ãûôwõn, closest to Mäthär's mouth, and the spherical World of Ëïgãôš, closest to Mäthär's tail. The rest of the Worlds existed between the two, constantly shifting and moving.

Finally, Døghërïel created conscious, sentient Life with which to populate the Worlds, fashioning from her own blood and flesh, scale and bone, breath and the soul, the many races of Dræch'Kïÿne, later known collectively to the modern inhabitants of the Worlds as both the Dragonkin and The Second, reducing herself to a tiny fraction of her former size, upon which she lay upon Egress, the World that was once her mate, and fell into the Dræch'Šãôrne for the foreseeable future. The Dragonkin worshipped all of the Dragons as their Dháïše, and those that remained physically with them as their benevolent Kõnś, while the Dragons themselves had declared the nine children of the First Sovereign their new Dræch'Kõnś.

But while the Dragons and their Dragonkin subjects, and indeed, all of Mäthärænnä, prospered, the Universe's outer shell, Mäthär the Gray Serpent of Twilight, did not. For while the Dragons, Dragonkin, and the Universe itself were cut off from the Primordial Fog, and thus from Time, expelled from the Leviathan and thus effectively immortal, Mäthär was neither, and after having been exposed to Tïôsÿt for so long, Mäthär's millennia-long existence was beginning to take its toll on the Serpent. He was beginning to weaken from old age, which presented to Darkness a chance for reclamation.

Wrapping Itself around the Serpent, smothering Him, Darkness began to squeeze, constricting Mäthär until He, and the Universe within Him, had straightened and elongated, forcing all of the World's within Mäthärænnä to align. But the existence of Mäthärænnä within Mäthär prevented his body from constricting any further, and when Darkness continued to squeeze and the Worlds refused to buckle, the resultant pressure caused the Serpent great pain, to the point that His mouth opened so he might express that pain, and thus granted Darkness Its opportunity.

And while Darkness surged into Mäthärænnä and assailed it, World by World, moving straight along the perfect line with which the alignment of the Worlds provided it, a new enemy of the Dragons and Dragonkin emerged. The Sérp'Ønôčk, called Lesser Serpents or simply Serpents by the modern inhabitants of the Worlds in order to differentiate them from Mäthär and Ænnä, appeared as if from nowhere, for they were passively created by Mäthär's body, and in His likeness, as a response to His desire to end His pain, and as a means by which to remove the cause. Mäthärænnä. And so, even as the Dragonkin worked to push back Darkness, the Dragons themselves turned their eyes to these new Serpents.

In response to these new threats, to this new War, called Éte Dûrôčk'Kãônt by the Dragons and Dragonkin, Døghërïel roused herself from the Dræch'Šãôrne and led the Dragonkin in pushing back Nãûôghÿlt. After only a year, albeit a very brutal, taxing one, Døghërïel and the Dragonkin managed to push Nãûôghÿlt back until It came to rest at and just below the outer edges of Advent. With this done, Døghërïel gather the Twenty-Four strongest and most powerful of the Dragonkin, and with their aid placed a Seal at the lowest level of Advent, even with the bottom edges of the flat World. Called the Dïwÿrth, this Seal would prevent Darkness from re-entering Mäthärænnä so long as it remained unbroken, and to sure that it did, Døghërïel appointed the Twenty-Four. Éte Øôn Wãôn, Éte Tïrÿt Kûršôn, Éte Tãûông Hãnãôrn, and Éte Tãûông Šãrãśth.

This event was known as Éte Dûrôčk'Gãônt. With Nãûôghÿlt sealed away, withdrawing, either forever or until It wished to try again, and extricating Itself from Mäthär, the World's began to shift out of alignment once more, and though Mäthär's pain was now relieved for the foreseeable future, the Lesser Serpents born within Him continued their assault upon Mäthärænnä, determined to stamp out the source of their Progenitor's pain before Darkness renewed Its assault. The Dragons, weakened by the ordeals of Éte Dûrôčk'Kãônt, knew they could not continue the fight, for while they were superior to their enemies, even if only just, more Serpents came into being constantly, while the Dragons could not replenish their numbers nearly fast enough to compete. As such, all of the Dragons poured their remaining strength into Éte Cišûr, a single, unified call or roar sounded by every single Dragon in Mäthärænnä at once.

When used, this Call forced all those born of Nãûôghÿlt, Dragons and Serpents alike, into what the Dragons called Éte Ûôl Šãôrne, a deep slumber from which neither the Dragons nor Serpents could awaken until the answering Call was sounded by the Dræch'Kïÿne. With the Dragons and Serpents essentially locked away from the Universe until the answering Call was sounded, and the Dræch'Kïÿne under strict orders not to sound it unless the Dïwÿrth were to fail and Darkness invade Mäthärænnä once more, it was into the hands of the Dragonkin, now ruled by one of their own, crowned the Pãôrûgh, that the Worlds fell, while Døghërïel, the only Dragon to sound the answering Call while the rest sounded the first, thus countering The Call and ensuring she remained unaffected by Éte Cišûr, remained awake in order to guide Egress, which would be the final battleground if ever the Dïwÿrth were broken and Nãûôghÿlt returned.

Meanwhile, the Twenty-Four, collectively called the Ćønûrãth, continued to observe, maintain, and safeguard the Dïwÿrth, while the rest of the Dræch'Kïÿne worked to build Éte Wôlûr'Vãd, a network of Wells, one on each World, that reached to that World's center and tapped into its Milieus as a means of using magical power to amplify the answering Call should it ever be given. But the Ćønûrãth became concerned that the Dïwÿrth and its stability would not matter by the Time Darkness tried again, for Mäthär would continue to age and weaken, even as the Dræch'Kïÿne prospered for eternity. As it was, however, Mäthär held the same worries, and so sought a solution.

The Great Serpent hunted the Leviathan, and when he found Tïôsÿt, he devoured It, as he had his sister and Their enemies. With Time now inside of Mäthär, the Serpent had essentially traded places with Mäthärænnä, for He would no longer age, but now the Universe, and all its inhabitants save the slumbering Dragons and Serpents, rendered immune to the effects of Time by the Sleep, would. Now suddenly mortal, the Dræch'Kïÿne realized that the Ćønûrãth would grow old and die in Time, leaving the Dïwÿrth unobserved and, most pressingly, unmaintained and unprotected. So while no longer concerned that the Dïwÿrth would become ineffective as Mäthär died, the Ćønûrãth were faced with the simple truth that they would not be capable of fulfilling their duties forever.

As such, it was decided that from then on, whenever a Chosen were to die, a successor would be appointed by the Pãôrûgh, who was given by Døghërïel the power to take from the dying Chosen their own power, and bestow it upon their successor in the form of Éte Śãônrûš'Mërê, borne on a different part of each individual's body. And so, with the Universe complete, for the meantime mostly safe, and almost entirely peaceful, Łïl began to do Its part. It began to do as Life is wont, evolving and growing in new, unexpected, and sometimes strange ways, and al according to each individual life form's surroundings. Thus, did the Dræch'Kïÿne discover the last of what they considered to be Four Fundamental Living Forces; Čhãôghïne, with the first three being Darkness, Time, and Life.

And as Change began Its work, Life grew farther and farther from the image the Dragons originally saw when they thought of Life, becoming the modern races of the Worlds, collectively called The Third by themselves. They were as diverse as the Worlds upon which they lived, and only a rare few even slightly resembled their progenitors. And with the Dïwÿrth strong and intact and the Dræch'Kïÿne gone, the Chosen soon faded into legend, as did the Dragons and Serpents themselves, until finally, only the World of Advent remained aware of the threat Darkness posed with Its periodic attempts to probe the Dïwÿrth's strength, constricting Mäthär and aligning the World's each time It did so, though the Dragons and Serpents did not wake, and as such, to the other Worlds, the alignment remained the only reminder.

A/N: This is the creation myth told on all of the Worlds of Mäthärænnä, the Universe within which the World, Egress, that my upcoming series, The Annals of Ëïgãôš, takes place on, exists. Thank you for reading it, as it will be referenced at times throughout The Annals of Ëïgãôš.