The Fall of Wrythanistan brought about many changes, but hte most powerful began when Dargotten left. Horathryll tapped Wrythanistan to empower himself in a way Dargotten had not foretold.
Wrhythanistan was chaos and law even as Dargotten was, but his fall caused most of the bindings of law to stnap; thus, magic was almost all chaos, with a few simply but powerful laws to rule it. Horathyll took advantage of this nearly pure chaos, and burrowed under the earth. He broke off ten of Faeterna's roots and changed them. Faeterna was creation personified, and the shaping of Creation using the mix of Chaos and Law that was Wrythanistan brought into being ten creatures he called Dragons. Each was nearly the power of a god, a physical embodiment of magic and creation. A pair of dragons could overwhelm a god, and Horathyll, now the Wyrm, desired to be their lord.

Brewesha, as Keeper of the Balance, did the one thing she could do; she gave the dragons free will. The Wyrm fled with five of his creations, and using the power of entropy in a way that must not be, began warping creation--shaping things that were not precisely alive, and others that did not precisely die.

The Grey Lady was enraged at the usurpation of her power over death, and so gave a gift to those beings who would ultimately fight the Wyrm's minions: she gave them the knowledge to seperate Entropy from themselves and others; thus they would die only of wounds or actions, not of old age, and they would keep themselves from being warped against their will into the Wyrm's creations.

The wyrm turned to seduction, and a great mage went to him. The god and the dragons subjected him to horrors beyond imagining, and twisted him such that what he had been before no longer had meaning.

Brewesha felt the Weave move, and sang its movements into a prophecy. She sent the prophecy to the minds of the recipients of the Grey Lady's gift--the mages:

"A worm eats corruption;
His tentacles spread his touch.
His shadow falls across the land
Beneath the Ring of Lights.

A Watcher born, to see for us
A Guardian, when others fall
Heroes born across the land
The land falls to blight.

Seven seals break Shadow's grasp
The Guardian, the Lost One, and the Watcher
Their brothers fallen, take up arms
The Seals start to break.

The Ring of Lights shines again
The Reborn wake from eternal slumber
The Shadow stretches forth his hand
Searching for the Pearls

The moonlit shells split and crack
The Guides search the way
The Second Generation bursts aloft
Entropy held at bay."

The Wyrm and his followers disappeared, and the mortals wrote down the Prophecy so as not to forget, though forget they did, save for a few.