And then there was....

Once upon a torrid tale, a little box was opened. A sacred box
hidden deep in the mountains heart, whose treasure changed, and formed
the creation of everything from nothing, the creation of time.

From its shattered body, two birds emerged.
Ilkohol- the vulture, and a heavenly white dove Amdieme. Their
simultaneous cosmic emergences was too great for destiny to hold.
Taking flight their feathers dusted us blessing us with
existence.

I am Anjerus, scribe of the ages. I was born in the beginning, before
it all. My eyes saw there first light, as the shadows of the bird kings
left that box. My duty to record all, everything unfolding tick by
tick, page by page. My chronicles never to be finished so long as the
universe remained divided. So listen to the tale, a simple
tale&;#8230;.of creation, and how nirvana was disrupted. A tale of
ambition, and expanding kingdoms, the story of creation and how it all
began.

ILKOHOL TALE

Ilkohol the ugliest of the fledglings, was born of an angry nature. His
temper, and envy of Amdieme fuelled a fire so deep that soon all that
remained of his kingdom was carnage and pillage. The once pure lakes
now bubbled and boiled. There acidic contents seeping into the soil,
tainting everything. Not within a thousand banshees screams was there
any growth or life. Ilkohol was king of a barren inferno, Mejaro, his
only followers the Malyce. Born from the rancid scraps of his bloody
beak, there appeared minions of shadowless druids, whose simple gaze
incinerated all that fell upon them. The Malyce were the key to
Ilkohol's evil looming plans. His future planned conquest, would make
all of existence into a scorching inferno. Existence was on the brink
of destruction.

AMDIEME'S TALE

Amdieme the white dove, unlike her brother was busy soaring through her
cosmic domain. Her beating feathers fanned out galaxies while her coat
luminated existence, with the formation of photrites. Gathering in
astral clouds the heavens formed, and light was created. Photrites
coalescing together also were responsible for cosmic storms of pure
energy. Dancing along the horizon they funneled chaos amidst oblivion
spitting out galaxies, the universe unleashed its paramount powers.
Comets and meteors effervesced from Amdieme's compassion, gracing us
with the worlds. The box had been opened, and equilibrium was yet to be
established. Amdieme's ever expanding domain flourished on all
horizons, all except one. Mejaro, Ilkohol's barren kingdom had erupted
upon the Bima horizon. Amdieme disturbed by this, set off for Mejaro.
Beat by beat her wings took her closer to the antithesis of the mother
birds radiating aura. The polarities of negatives and positives, were
about to be reunited, manifesting in a cosmic tangle, pushing and
pulling, groping at the birth of civilization.

WAR
Amdieme was met by a shroud of chaos, she had soared into an inferno of
pain and cataclysmic sorrow. Malyce everywhere, they incinerated all
that fell upon them, and she cried. Her tears of anguish, not
comprehending such vileness. She mourned, her compassion trickling
amidst such morbidity. And alas her sorrow manifested in a storm, as
had never been seen before. A typhoon of photrites, emerged creating
balance upon the Bima horizon. For each photrite found a single Malyce,
causing the ultimate of emotions, there powers rippling together in a
warped sense of harmony. Malyce dancing and cavorting with its enemy
they found each other in hypnotic dance. Equilibrium had finally been
bestowed upon Mejaro's realm.

RIPPLE
Ilkohol not understanding what had happened to his putrid plans, was
confused. What had happened upon his dreams, his minions no longer
responded to his call. In terror, he exploded from his lair. His fear
and anger, rippled across the expanse of time. His shrieks of
disbelief, turned to fury as he saw his sister surrounded by an ocean
of dancing entities. He could take no more, his rage metamorphosizing
into a channel of pure dark energy he attacked his sister.

Amdieme revelled in the joy of what was surrounding her, her evil
brothers plans were unravelling. As the dark taint was slowly being
rinsed from the cosmos, she did not see Ilkohol on the prowl. She was
submerged in the ecstasy of healing pain and death back to life. Alas
it was too late, Ilkohol body crashed into hers, and they tumbled
through the eye of destiny. Ilkohol claws took hold of her tender
wings, and Amdieme's tears eroding away at the odium that had
manifested her brother. The final step had been taken, the two birds
melted together detonating what was meant to be.

From the melted bodies of the bird kings arose the swinging pendulum of
neutrality. The two kings no longer existed, in its place arose a giant
peacock. It's wings glorious in nature but inept at flying. Benevolence
masked with an inability to soar, Elysdie the peacock had emerged. Her
entrance sent the wheel of time into action. The coupled servants of
the bird kings, swarmed together validating what we know as earth.
There dualistic powers manifested in the trees, and the running water.
The lions and the leaping gazelles, mother nature had just taken its
first breath.

Such is the tale of creation, and the reality of how good precludes
evils. There powers intertwined with the anxiety of life. In no other
manner was it possible for existence to have been born. So remember my
children that you were born of an ambivalent nature. Your destiny held
in the balance of the swinging pendulum of neutrality, no more evil
than good that is the beauty of life. Thus my chronicles may finally be
closed, and this old scribe can finally get some sleep.