✧ Twin Stars || Creation and Destruction ✧
It began with a spark. ✩࿐
A spark of light that split into two and they danced among the blank canvas of the cosmos until they found their forms. The forms of two dragons of sparkling white that glowed to light the absence of the universe.
One dragon was long and beautiful. She was graceful and sleek and with her breath she blew into the cosmos and lights began to litter the heavens with a shine never seen before.
Stars she called them. Lights to sparkle and glimmer within this inkiness that would be sky. The heavens she named them, for she was a God and her truest name would be Creation.
But as the stars sprouted in the heavens eventually they would die out and start to fall to the abyss below.
Creation was overcome with sadness that her stars would not last until the second God spoke.
"Fear not, dear sister, for I shall breathe to them a second life."
The second God was also a dragon but he was large and broad. He spread his massive wings as he reached his arms down into the abyss to retrieve the dying stars and with their passing he formed the ground that would become the Earthen lands we know today.
He then would take those dying lights to form new life as he molded them all to be the images within his mind.
"These are my children and they shall know life but also they shall know death and on their end they shall return to begin the spiral anew."
For the second God was strong and he would cycle what would crumble away and in his truest name, he would be known as Destruction.
"These beings of mine shall be beings remade from that which is lost. They shall be souls made of Soil." Destruction declared, but Creation wanted children of her own, so with her breath she formed life on the lands that Destruction had made and molded them into images within her own mind.
"These beings are my children." She declared. "I shall gift them with my breath and they shall know the heavens as their home."
"But sister..." Destruction started. "...your children are outside the spiral. They shall know life but what of death? How will they begin again?"
The sleek dragon shook her head.
"My children shall be born of the sky and to the sky they shall return. They need not cycle but instead they shall become one with the world around them. As fragments of the sky they shall be souls made of Mist and when they pass that Mist will return to the heavens from whence it came."
And so the heart beat of the universe began. The very pulse of life itself thudding in time with the grand scale of the cosmos that the gods watched over from on high.
Their children lived in peace with the gods expanding their lands as time spread on. Creation giving gifts to them to light the day and the night. The sun and the moon she called them as she hung them in the sky so underneath their children could thrive.
But something was missing. Her children needed guidance, so she shifted her form to become smaller and in the image of those she created to speak with them. She wished to know what they wanted and while her children lived they seemed to lack the same spark that existed within herself and her brother.
They needed something. Something more. Someone to guide them and to give them the gift of the spark.
Returning to her original form, she reached inside herself where the flame resided and through one of her brother's crystals she breathed. Her breath split as her mighty winds of life blew and it shattered into seven brilliant colors.
Seven brilliantly colored dragons long and sleek like herself came to form and with them she gifted them all their own small part of the spark. With their gifts they would too take smaller forms in order to reach those that lived on destruction's lands below to spread to them the purpose of order and the joy of music and dance. A thirst for knowledge and a value in all that was just in the world.
Creation's children became known as the seven and they would help guide those below until one day they started asking for more. Their children cried out. They begged the gods above for more but they did not know what else to give them. Darkness pooled the lands and the two Gods found themselves at a loss for what to do.
Darkness pooled and collected until it grew and grew taking on a form of it's own and a third dragon took form in the heavens upon high greeting the two Gods as it stretched out it's tattered looking wings.
"I am born of your children, and with the gift of life I shall make their lives better."
The darkness began to fade from the lands as it had a place to flow and it with it the lives of those below began to evolve. They began to grow and change and Creation and Destruction watched as their children started to build and create beyond whatever they thought possible. Beyond whatever they had envisioned for them.
This was the best possible solution. This was the best possible thing that could have happened. The darkness that had grown in the hearts of their children had a place to go and with it - it gave rise to their new friend. A third God and their name was Evolution.
The three watched as the universe grew and the cosmos expanded out wide. Life filled the once barren abyss allowing the spiral to cycle as the path of those of Mist souls ran through their linear path of life to ultimately be released to expand the cosmos yet further still.
It carried on for Millennia, until one day those below began to fight with each other and the darkness spread once more. Creation and Destruction turned to their friend to call upon Evolution to give their children a way to rise above this once more, yet the solution never came.
The third dragon had grown to become a deep inky magenta color and he only inhaled to drawn the darkness deep into his belly.
"More." It declared, setting the lives below to further fall to war. "More!" Famine spread and fires went wild. Oceans churned and the skies grew dark and rumbled with anger.
"MORE!" Evolution called out pulling the resulting darkness in with another deep inhale. It's form continued to twist. It's wings becoming that of a tattered web and nothing below seemed to be able to escape from the darkness it was inhaling only to turn back out and spread to the lands of destruction's hand.
"Stop!" Creation called to her friend. "Stop, Evolution." She cried, overcome with sadness for what was happening to her children and her brother's alike. "You're hurting them. You're destroying what mustn't be destroyed."
"You're breaking the Spiral." Destruction roared.
But the third dragon only cackled at their allegations as it threw back it's head to look them both dead in their eyes as it's belly rumbled.
"Do you know what Evolution becomes when it, itself, evolves my dear friends?"
They both shook their heads, as Creation stretched a wing out towards her brother as if to tell him to stay where he was.
Evolution laughed a second time with a maddening cry that shook the heavens themselves.
"You shall now know me as Chaos."
