text: It is a story as young as the beginning of Time. When the universe was in being, it was mere space and endless voids and abysses. But then, IT came into being. Time. Out from unknown depths and non-beginnings, Time spread throughout the vast emptiness, matching its nothingness with the potential of being. Thus birthed the entities of well-verse within Time itself: Creation and Destruction. The state of being and nothing. It was soon that Creation would shape the universe from nothing, and Destruction would dissipate all being within as well. And so it would be, the universe had not gained nor loss. It would remain as stagnant as it had always and forever will be..... Order had being. Then, a miracle. A random, misshapen happen-stance. From whence Order came, came Chaos into being. Suddenly, Destruction had waned and Creation did not. Amongst the Chaos of the entities, Creation had birthed Rie the Divine of Earth and Sei the Divine of Water. And as Creation have done, so too have Destruction birthed Kyr the Divine of Fire and Taer the Divine of Lightning. And as Order returned to the two Great Entities, it birthed Wos, the Divine of Wind. Each Divine, inspired by the forces that made them into being, asserted their essences onto the universe and sowed the seeds for the Arrival of Life and Death. Growth and Decay. With this new world, were born the twin Divines Lia of the Light and Dia of the Dark through the many entities of Time. Each day, Lia would give light to the world, ushering in the beauty of the universe and disperse the edging nothing of the natural universe. Dia, however, quietly hid away, unseen and forgotten for many ages until the stars of Kyr lit aflame the stars of the black sky high above our world. With it, came a most wondrous being. The first of the gods was unnamed, foreign to the Divines that it had been placed with. An anomaly within their realm, the first of the truly mortal beings. None may know the events of its birth, and yet, the child seems all too familiar to any who gaze upon its figure. Kyr was the first to embrace the newborn child, clutching her like a babe on the eve of its birth. As he gently held her in his arms, his flames quickly waned from his arms to lull the child to sleep. As the child slept, Rie built for it an ever growing cradle, to comfort its new and strangely wondrous life among the Divines. The cradle would outgrow the child, shaping its formations of rocks and stones into its home. When the child had soiled itself, Sei was ready to bless upon it her own wish for cleanliness and good health. She would take it upon herself to wash upon the dirt and mud away from the child, no matter the mess. When the child wept, Wos would sing a joyful tune only it could hear, always soothing its many tantrums and cries. The song would never again be heard from the Wind Divine as the child grew. Taer, however, did not take kindly to the Divines’ coddling of the child. She believed it would make it weak and dependent to the care of the Divines’ whims. Instead, she vowed to protect the child until it had come to age and teach it the lessons of life and death. And lastly, Lia, the Divine of Light, bestowed upon the child the most wondrous gift of all the Divines: a name. The name would carry weight upon those who spoke it, an acknowledgement of existence, an affront to entropy and recovery. Her name would be Luna. And with her arrival, the age of the gods came to being. The Divines would birth more children, many being the old and new gods we have come to worship throughout the ages. They, like the lesser mortals that serve them, would serve the purposes of the Divine, never with a grasp of their knowledge and always with a purpose solely ingrained upon their souls as ordained by the Seven Divine of the Elements. And when we mortals were created by the luster of the universe, it was only then, would the Divines finally slumber.