From the void grew chaos and law. Chaos and Law mixed, and produced Imagination, who was Dargotten.

Dargotten took chaos, and used law to shape it into a vast ocean. He scooped mud from the bottom of the ocean and created land. His misty breath formed the clouds and the winds.

Dargotten grew lonely, and started creating living things. First was Brewesha, who became his wife and the Nurturer, the Keeper of the Balance. Into Her hands He gave the power to shape the WEave of Time to balance all things.

He next created Faeterna, the Tree of Life. Her limbs were huge and her leaves silvery. Faeterna was given the power to shape chaose directly into Life.

Dargotten then shaped the Grey Lady, Death, and Horathyll, Entroyp, and deirected tem to snip the threads of the Ewave where necessary to keep the balance. Above all the others, He set His wife, who directed each in their tasks. Brewesha spoke to Faeterna, and from the base of her trunk began sprang multitudes of creatures, all the creatures that walked the earth and flew the skies. The earth was nearly overrun, but the Keeper and Nurturer then directed the grey Lady and Horathyll, who caused the bindings of law to break away, and the creatures died and returned to chaos.

The creatures began compliaining that they could not see. Dargotten started a fire in the sky, and thus was born Day. He then took His eye, and created a light for the night. He told the others that they might sacrifice a part of themselves for themselves. The Grey Lady and Brewesha declined, but Faeterna broke off a large knot, which became Faeterna's Harp, and Horathyll broke off his shadow, which became Shadoweye. Then they discovered the meaning of Dargotten's words, for as their moons rose, so too did their power; sacrificed of themselves for themselves.

From the vast morasses of Law and Chaos spun another being, who was Dargotten's Brother. Wrythanistan looked from high above at his brother's Creation, but lost his grip, and fell to the earth. His form vaporized, and settled about Dargotten's Creation, becoming a source of energy. The gods quickly learned to grasp this energy, a source of power that did not come from Dargotten but enhanced his creation. A part of the mist coalesced into a small green ball, that floated high and began circling the other moons in the sky. It became the Wandering Moon, the piece of Wrythanistan's spirit that still strove to find a place from which to view his brother's creation.

Dargotten was satisfied, and left the Balance in the care of the Brewesha. He journeyed on, and each star is another of his creations, and in the constellations can be seen the path he wandered. When he is finished he will return here, to his first and best world.

Brewesha sat beneath Faeterna, and began singing a song of joy to try to cheer herself for the loss of her husband. Faterna shivered, and some of her leaves fell. When they struck the earth, Elves sprang up, dancing to the tune. Being part of Faeterna, they were part of chaos and so drew on imagination even as Dargotten and the gods did. Thus was created the first intelligent race.

The gods mused at this, and watched the elves. The elves learned of the Song of Life, but their power was much diminished from Faeterna's. Their intelligence allowed them to tap the vapor that was Wrythanistan, and they grew in power and numbers to cover the earth.

The Grey Lady and Horathyll began complaining that they could not keep up; the elves learned to avoid sickness and dangerous areas, and were not so easily killed as non-intelligent creatures. The gods deliberated, and acted.

Each creature that then spran forth was a part of Faeterna as the elves were, ans so had intelligence and magic. Pieces of bark fell to the earth and became the tough dwarves. Drops of sap became a race that no one remembers and is now lost, though their fluid nature made their magic strong. Twigs became the wiry goblins. Buds became humans, weak but full of potential. A branch fell and broke into pieces, each piece becoming a ss'tiss.

Each race spread out to claim the earth, and the Grey Lady and Horathyll were satisfied; with the resulting wars and conflicts, here was the way to contain the intelligent races.