Aerie and Thorn

Before the void was again, there was Khaos and Enuvar. They reached the fullness of space and time, and spun a tapestry of life and death, which held within all that was ugly and beautiful. When they grew weary of the bloated fullness of the worlds, they cut the Thread.

In the unwinding of life, all collapsed into a single entity, Hyuvenar, who fed slowly on himself and the dying worlds within him. As he decayed, so too all that was left of life was destroyed.

Within his bowels, all that was consumed came again to nothingness, and disparate energy that became the void.

This then, was the end of all things.

As Hyuvenar died, within the shifting planes of the void, a single thought was left as the giant finally consumed himself entirely. It floated upon the imagined streams of the void, until the currents gave it form and colour.

From this, the beauty of Aerie was born, and she was purpose within the waves of not waves. She was love, and life and all that was pure and simple in the void.

This new life stirred all things that were not, and the voided ached with the memory of that which was, and that which might be. And as she thought, the waves danced within that which was not. The young goddess now looked upon the fields of life before her, and love and anger stirred within her, for she saw what might be, and what was not.

What was not filled her with longing.

This longing was Thorn, and he was shaped by the essence of her love and her hate. He was never to be the being of purity that she was: He was to be with her, the shadow to her light, and the complexity of her purpose.

Aerie saw Thorn, and knew love.