The promising ages of Creation were mere dreams, more noble but less honest than the hideous Adomeythu which brought the universe into existence. Eshanic children marched the untampered plains of that primordial world, looking upon it with not the awe of youth, but with the possessive eyes of a race veteran to strife. Each took to their own places and dwelled alongside their own kin, not forgetting the Void Struggles and withholding themselves from apology. The new place was calm for a short time, but the seeds of Feuding once sown were never choked from life.