1.4 The first born

Eos stood firmly upon the obsidian slate, again searching for answers in his place of origin. The perished spires of space and time standing stoically abreast the gateway.

The light of his suns shone with their familiar and pleasant glow, the warm light they provided was akin to that of a sunset, though the air tasted adverse to the past. An unsettling humidity, accompanied by an intensified version of the regular reek of sulphur.

Eos' eyes were ablaze, an unforseen disturbance was surely approaching, but the temptation of possible evidence previously covered caressed his mind.

Through the pires of dark billowing smoke he spotted it. Movement, ever so subtle, amongst the sheets of rock protruding the walls of the crater.

Eos did not feel the sensation of one of his creations, and his face paused as his mind churned, requesting hypotheses for the possible creations of Kus that would venture to this domain.

Unable to acquire a culprit of suitable potential, he raised a hand, with a flash in his eyes he pulled the free matter from the wall upon which the movement had been seen toward him.

Eos eyes widened in shock, a large humanoid creature was detached from the wall. Draconic features, 8 feet tall and covered in scales of dark obsidian, golden eyes embedded within its large and powerful head.

This creature was also a child of his father, but not born of space and time. It squirmed momentarily in Eos psycho-kinetic grip, until their eyes met, as it was pulled through the air toward him it did not break its glare.

Eos' mind was rabid with intense thoughts, he had thought that the Twin Souls were the only left prior to the Context of Reality. This creatures existence surely posed many questions, with the possibility of answers within.

The creatures mouth began to curl at the edges, a smile, and two similar creatures erupted from the rock beside Eos. A harsh red light shone from their eyes and Eos recognized the energy of his origin within them, he lowered their bretheren and looked to each one in turn.

Eos visibly lowered his guard, in an attempt to ignite civil discussion with these entities. Note was taken by the creatures and the tension in the air released. A moments fraction before the first word was to be pronounced and a rustle behind Eos alerted the convened.

Eos snapped his attention back to see four bright, young eyes staring from skirting the plateau. Two of his children had followed him, he recognized their intrigued and beaming eyes as none other than the eldest two.

1.3 Convergence

Far from the bountiful plains enthralled by the presence of the peaceful two, deep within forgotten caverns, persistent from the commencement of the Context of Reality, an ancient serpent of immense collected energies began to awaken from a tedious slumber.

Its golden eyes, breaming with an arcane electricity snapped open, it sensed a great deal of energy within  what once was an empty verse. The serpent raised itself gradually through the caverns, it's near infinite energy awakening with ever inch of ascent.

As the head of the great beast exhumed the caverns, the magnetic winds of the atmosphere brushed it's face, below it a world the size of a galaxy persisted before it. 

The scent of his sibling, Kaos, was prevalent in the essence of the realm. The great beast scanned the millennia of kilometers below, and though it noticed the gate in which his sibling had traversed realities was not active, a great energy resembling Kaos swirled through the stone structure.

The golden serpent slowly opened their great maw, producing an immense monolith of ivory coloured metal, endrenched with primordial saliva and bile from within it's cavities.

This monolith floated high above land, in the highest reaches of the atmosphere. The serpent entwined itself with the monolith, diffusing extreme amounts of arcane energy to activate its purpose.

A pale teal light began to rise like smoke through the columns of the monolith, and from within the inner chambers came forth large creatures, covered in a tainted golden metal, where faces would exist instead sat masks covered in markings unique to each entity. Their shapes almost humanoid, with large shoulders and thin extremedies, their forearms and legs coming to pin-points instead of housing hands or feet. Static wing-like objects perched on the beings' backs, each also unique to the individual as their masks.

The first of a steady flow of these intimidating beings approached the serpent in complete silence. The serpent broke the silence, without opening its mouth a solid, commanding voice fell upon them,  "I am the Angvaegorm, and you are my Angvari," the attendants of this meeting slowly increasing in number, "I impart upon you my understanding of time and space within this realm, and my inherent resolve of balance, Justice."

The Angvari turned and descended upon the Context of Reality slowly, spreading like spores throughout the realm. Their purpose to measure and absorb the entities below into the being of Justice.

The Anvaegorm, now bound to the pylon contemplated, the reaction between his beings of balance and the diverse, unbound formations of the Twin souls would surely wreak havoc within the Context.

The precipice of the Era of Severance had arrived, by the emergence of balance against the whim of creators.

1.2 - Precipice

The glory of the morning light had melded to an amber glow. Upon the treeline danced the shadows of a slanted fire, trunks glazed in the offset of their extended arms. Eos' inquisition on the rocks warm faces lacked in pace, his attention turned to the falling sun and realisations of his responsibility returned.

Again the crackle of seared atmosphere produced the sparks that precede the entrance to the warp that Eos did so effortlessly traverse, the ball of darkness holding galaxies within appeared and his body sucked through like dust to a vacuum.

Within the warp a flowing subspace of dust and light breezed past the head of the quiet god, his smile ever standing upon his tired face. Almost as quickly and abruptly as it started, the warp had closed and Eos found himself standing at the top of a small hill.

A gate of ancient wood held posture at the beginning of a worn path that wound its way between lush and mildy chaotic lawns to a burrow that seethed a comforting amber glow akin to that of an evening sun. The promise of a hearth and home was yet another preface causing smile within Eos, his hand breaching the gates stoic guard.

As the winding path was slowly tread he stumbled over an abrupt stone, his attention for but a moment shifting to it's uncanny appearance in what was his most well known path.

Suddenly the land whimpered, the soil stretched by an exhaling arc of action. On all sides the land stretched up and clasped Eos with an uncomfortable grip.

Silence was heard, and Eos had closed his eyes. An effort to enhance his appreciation of the audible tones. Distant fluctuations of a shrill and enchanted pitch, laughter and giggles of the youth bearing entities.

Eos pushed free of his loosened bonds, and saw his children laughing in the dark green grass. A smile wider than his common appearance crept wide upon his face. His admiration for his youth bearers was as endless as the reality in which he dwelled.

Lifting them to their feet he proceeded slowly down the rest of his path, toward the warm glow of their humble abode, assailed by their days events while the children ran excitedly around him.

Two would be seen, closest to their father, asking unending questions on his days events, they were his two eldest sons, Eotah and Evakor, the guided wanderer and the bearer of guarded knowledge respectively.

Their appearance much like their father's, with galactic eyes that exclaimed vision and curiosity. Their destinies to be told in a future not so far ahead.

Eos endured the onslaught of data and questioning, with his expanded smile and answers leaving them enchanted and curious.

As he opened the aged wooden door to his home, he was greeted by the intricate gaze of his soul bond, Kus, her long hair darker than his own, her slender body caressed by its tendrils.

"And how goes he," she called with her eyes commanding his spirit "the mighty creator.", her own face cracking into a smile.

Eos approached his equal and wrapped her in loving embrace, "he goes the right way it would seem.".
The families affection was swarming through the small cavernous hovel, as their hearths slowly groaned to a ceasure the sounds would fade to the dark and empty night.

As the sky still danced with magnetic waves if colour the night seemed akin to all before it, harmony was present in the Context of Reality.

Little was sensed by the inhabitants, that deep within the ancient zones of their uncanny world was a stirring force, irritated by the presence of these unbridled creators and their spawn.

1.1 - Origin

The unbearable heat rising through the cracked floor of the immense subterranean cavern, dimly lighting the face of a perishing god. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, while he swayed ever so slightly suspended by arcane shackles of tainted gold.

The shuffle of scattered debris, accompanied by the whinge of grinding steel, the gods eyes open to a sliver. His gaze falls upon his keeper, the guise of a winged metallic angel, its iron mask dimly reflecting the illumination of the magma floes beneath their feet.

It stared at him, unchanging and emotionless, perpetuating the mechanical appearance even though beneath it's metallic skin there was the warm blood of a beast. 

The god closed his eyes again, the intense heat and pungent sulfuric stench of the Earth's core sending him into a trance. As he felt the wave of nausea his mind wandered to his distant past.

The wind shook the leaves of the trees in symphonic rhythm, while the warm light of a loving Sun shone from the horizon.

In the cool breeze of a warm day, amidst golden green rolling hills. A pale blue sky with shaded clouds surrounding floating islands scattered beyond the horizon.

As we glide across these rolling hills we approach a treeline, magnificent sprawling trunks with branches like pale grey tendrils reaching for the spare sunlight. Reaching the trees a crackle fills the air, electric sparks vibrate the air with uncontainable excitement. For a passing moment, no longer than a half a blink, a dark sphere the size of a bowling ball appeared and within it the sight of an entire galaxy swirled. As quickly and abruptly as it had appeared the sphere vanished, with a warm flash of light and the sonic boom resulting from an extreme mass occupying and vacating such a condensed area over such a short time. 

Though now, where this phenomena briefly graced the plane, stands what seems to be a man. 

Flowing strands of hair sway long down his back, dancing with a life irreverent of the winds influence, deep brown with leafs of glinting gold. Beneath it a cloak of crude torn fabrics, dark but not quite black, tattered but whole, calmly caressing the passing breeze. This unnamed being of proud majesty, a sparkling light behind his eyes, glides along the treeline in an effortless buoyancy by the gusts of wind. 

He is the painter of reality in this realm, one of the first born from the origins of time and space. Fathomed through creation and crafted in unison with his twin soul. 

Eos, the whim of creation, forger of the matter within the precipice of reality. His unaged face and upon it the smile of a wild adventurer, gilded by the gold and brown locks that caress his cheeks. Eyes that pierce quarts, but maintain a warmth of wisdom and kindness rarely found in those who aren't a doting grandmother. This strange and unkempt being was responsible for these rolling hills and the motivating force that spawned life into reality. Akin to a sorcerer of limitless extent to which his reach of power embraces, with an effortless glance or brief moment of thought matter would emerge from the depths of reality to inhabit the space in which he willed.

Eos, with his grin of creation, flowed along the treeline until a clearing's cameo was entitled to recognition. Jagged crags of what seemed igneous slate aloft and bounding, arches that rise to a gate. This place of great nostalgia, in which memories of the origin take place.

Within the Context of Reality this was one of the first points of memory, the remains of a gate from which the first traversed into realms unknown. This was the place from which our subject was enticed, from his state of non-being into the now available reality.

Eos' glide slowed and he descended slowly to the warm, uneven surface of the obsidian shaded stone floor. During the descent, observations of previously revised surfaces raced through the calm lords mind, though no new realisations would entertain him. 

Eos' search for the tale of origin, as previously, was to a state of avail accepted as non. The first was long gone and all trails of understanding had been severed by the energy storm that resulted from the fracturing of space and time. 

For hours the wild traveller would stare at the cracks, searching for a byte, even as a whisper, and for hours his results would be futile in the face of his own determination.

Introduction

A time of darkness is found at the heart of being.

Of the many eras & ages that have and will transpire throughout the Context of Reality, amidst their many fluctuating themes, the glorious times of warmth and flow were once interrupted. 

At the afterbirth of the precipice in which this tale begins, the age that arises would come to be known as the Era of Severance. A time in which the flow of reality would be interrupted and contorted.

In the pages to follow, the story of the Whim of Creation will be told.