The Song In the beginning there was only the Creator and the darkness. And he began to sing. The song reached out to fill all that would be. As it echoed thru the space it called forth light and movement and the World grew to be.
As there are limits to the land so to are its time bounded, but neither are small nor short.
From nothing the land came into being, nearly fully formed but without action, purpose or rhythm. To this were called the Powers, each to their own tasks, some bound with others and some to solitary pursuits. All moving to the One Song. And the surface of the lands began to change, slowly, as hills took shape and rivers cut lines and the clouds took shape. In the tumultousness the first leaf burst forth. The greening began. Soon after the Song took on more notes as the First Singer, brought more threads of song into his grand Melody. The seas filled with fish and plants, with shark and dolphin. The land covered from the lowest moss to the towering trees. The Song seemed to pause, and a new note, a moment of focus'd purity, and the first of the race of men appeared. They looked around and took in the world about them.
The Song In the beginning there was only the Creator and the darkness. And he began to sing. The song reached out to fill all that would be. As it echoed thru the space it called forth light and movement and the World grew to be.
As mankind spread across the World, a few among them began to perceive the Great Song at least in part, dimly. Some among them dared to Sing. Each in their own way as to how they perceived the Song. Those that honed their skills enough began to be able to shape parts of the world thru the Melodies they added to the Great Song.
In those days, the Powers learned that though they could not create new, sapient creatures, they could change mankind into their vision.
Called the second age by some, to others it was the time before, but none question that there was a war in Heaven. From the outer reaches to the gates of the next world, the great powers so long bound to their tasks in creation began to wonder what they might create upon the land and more than wonder, to impress their vision upon the world around them. The song began to change, gone the light melodies and a darker, more ominous note was heard.
There was a turning of the ages with the founding of the Empire of Man. The chaos of the War of the Powers reached its creshendo with the siege of the Holy Isle. In the great Cathedral the first emperor with his notables gathered round, first beckoned on the Creater in unified song. The Creater responded. The last of the unchanged found shelter under the Creaters aegis and his church.