Eons ago, before the land, before the sky, before thought, there was Chaos and the void. Unformed, reality roiled and transformed, protean in purpose. And then in an instant, an explosion of change rippled throughout reality abd Creation was formed.
First, light formed in the infinite dark, pinpricks against the shadow. And about these nascent stars hung the dust of Creation, which formed itself, becoming worlds without end. One such world was ours.
That which was Unformed travelled the worlds then, examining that which was other than itself. And in the examining, the worlds were changed, infused with chaotic life. A race of servitors, simple but capable of great learning was scattered throughout Creation. Likewise a race of warriors, savage and strong, were born and spread to a myriad of worlds.
Upon a smaller number of worlds a force Formed by its opposition to that which was Unformed touched Creation. On these worlds, embodied life took physical form. And on some, the embodiment of death rose in response. The Formed cared for their offspring and those of that which was Unformed, seeking to bring a balance to Creation.
It was on the rarest of worlds that this balance first took hold. Here, those shaped by that which was Unformed came to be called the Humans, who could learn much, and the Brutes, whose might was unsurpassed. Here, those shaped by the Formed came to be called the Fae, a force of life, and the Undead, the scions of death. From the interplay of Formed and Unformed came Magic, which would be the foundation for Fate within Creation.
Thus it was when we first became aware of Creation. Thus it was when first we warred over Reality.
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