Birth of the World

Construction beginning/end

The birth of the mortal plane and the world as it was known years and years ago.

In the begining there was Magic, there was Essence, and there was Vis.

Swirling in the abyss, the void, these three powers swirl and converge. They crackle, fulminating in the darkness until, between these clashes of energy, two entities are born. Birthed from the perfect balance of pure magic and flawless vis. The presence of unstable essence divided between them, the first receiving more than the second.

The prime of the two to greet the abyss with their eyes, Melecta crawled from her brother. He who remained in a slumber for a millennia before opening his eyes. In the time he laid at rest she grew bored, unable to wake him she wanted something to play with, whipping into existense the world. In the palm of her hand she shaped it like an artist, then an idea came to her mind, light. Born from her chest the sun grew out and it expanded violently. With the remaining time of her solitude she tried to control the violent explosions of the sun which kept scorching and burning the world she had carefully created turning it dead, many times over. It only grew bigger, almost the size of her head, in the centuries she attempted to control it.

As he woke, well rested yet lethargic, Rafoo reached out to his sister's creations. To the sun he brought balance. By ceasing the chaotic growth and shrinking its energy it became a warm flame in the worlds sky. To the world he brought darkness allowing it to cool. Meeting each other for the first time they worked in tandem, developing the world, then experimenting with life. Soon they succeeded in turning it green, bringing life to the waters, trees, soil, caves, and skies. Finally their masterpieces were engendered, people. Sentient in their likeness, the people were entertaining as they always pushed to develop. Rafoo was more or less apathetic to the humanoids as they moved forward in time, but Melecta's eyes sparkled at the sight of them. She pushed and pushed until they grew into the stages of civilization, if unmanaged she may have pushed them into extinction, as is a trait of her uncontrollable urge to change.

By her side from the point of civillization, Rafoo Moe Pourri kept awake to make sure she didn't ruin their creations. A watchful eye over both her, and the inhabitants of the mortal plane they birthed.