The void. An empty
expanse of space. Nothing was, nor would be. Time itself did not
exist. There rested in the void several entities however. Beings that
were the only source of anything. They all knew the others presence,
though never felt it, and grew to dismiss each other.


Of these, were four
unique beings. Four entities that, only with the assistance of each
other remained within each others influence. They could not commune,
they could not tell the others that they could feel them, yet they
stayed bound for reasons they are unsure.


In the silence one
single entity reached forward into the void, grasping at nothing, yet
gaining hold of something. An echo rang out of sheer noise,
indecipherable, incomprehensible. A small orb formed before it, a
sphere. This single item was all that could be, all that existed. It
was simply all that was.


The entity began to
take form, similar to that of its creation, yet altered. The being
molded its creation, and the first Voice heard. The only Voice, and
it whispered.



“I am Wasela.”


Wasela reached
towards the void once more, dragging another entity into the realm of
creation. As this being approached the orb, it also took form. It
spoke softly, “And I, Marsa.”

The two beings looked upon
each other, and Saw, and Heard. These were things that had not been,
things that had no existence. Wasela reached towards Marsa, “Give
it yourself, my sister.”

Wasela passed the orb unto Marsa,
and as she touched it, her form began to change. She became more
fluid, and as she changed, so did the orb. All that had been was now
melding with the waters that were forming. As she looked upon the
creation, she saw that it had become an item of color, showing both
the blue waters, the gray of stone and green of the now growing
grass. The area around the sphere began to fill with blue, a thin
layer that fell upon the surface.

Seeing the creation grow,
Wasela called upon the others, the two that had been with Marsa and
himself before. He asked that they cast themselves into the creation,
and that it become a more beautiful thing. The next to touch the orb
was an entity that was named Zhera
by the others. Her touch did something the others had not seen. The
surface of the creation, breathed. The blue layer hovering above its
surface began to move, and the creation came to life. The surface
gave birth to its own beings, its own creatures. Some grew above the
green, while others rose within its surface.


Seeing
the life that was, The final god reached forward, grasping the sphere
firmly. As it gazed, it stated. “I Am.” Marsa looked worried, as
if the fourth had forgotten himself. “I wish that they call me what
they see.”


The
fourth entity embraced the world, and it expanded. Vast areas of
green sprouted forth, as did the green leave certain locations,
leaving barren landscapes. As the three others watched, shocked by
what was happening, the fourth held for longer. The pale, upright
creature of the planet were given power unlike any of the other
creatures. They were given power to shape the world, to tame and
control. Free will, Personal thought. Wasela pulled the orb away,
offended that the fourth had given such power upon his own creation.


As
the four looked upon the world, the christened it Ozryn.
The being that was. The Creation. They saw that the world was
beautiful, yet it did not know of it's creators. The four made a
final sacrifice, descending upon the sphere in a form that would be
recognized by the upright creatures, and gave unto the world a piece
of themselves. A piece of what made them the creators in the first
place.

From Wasela, came the power to be, the land, and its
growth. The simple existence of the world itself was from him, and it
was this he gave to the planet.


From
Marsa, the gifts of Nourishment, and of guardianship, for it was her
that gave them water, and she also whom gave them food.


Zhera
gave them life. The power she herself had caused was all that she
would offer, and the creatures of the land would forever be.


And
the Fourth, called Vi be the very beings he had helped to fashion,
gave them the gifts of abundance. The ability to control the land
however came with it's toll, for with Vi's gifts, death followed
closely. Turmoil and strife ravaged the lands but was yet balanced by
the gifts that allowed them to survive.