The Beginning...

    In the infinite void there was nothing but an endless night. Before stars decorated the black, it came. It did not know how it came, or from where. It swam through the inexistence without thought or reason. Whether it was eons or seconds a light formed within the it and for the first time the void was revealed. The space was empty, as far as any of its senses could tell. In that moment, it began to feel and it felt alone... 

    A name rose in its mind, Korwraith - forever to be known as the First. With its name its body formed and it was strong. For a time, physical existence was a gift. It could feel the void's cold against its skin. Cold prickled and tickled its skin. Korwraith laughed with pleasure feeling for the first time. Sensations joy soon ended; once again loneliness overpowered it...

    In time, Korwraith found it could manipulate the void. It looked at its hands and duplicated them. It made the new hands slender and more delicate. Not because it wanted more strength then its creation, but, because it wanted beauty and beauty is fragile, as well as lethal in all its forms. From the hands it made arms, then shoulders, the a chest that did not match its own. On and on it went until a new being came into existence. Korwraith smiled...

    Korwraith carried the new being wherever it went. Holding its hand, the First grew great wings, made from pure light and flew as fast as the wings could push. It wanted the new being to enjoy sensation. When that did not work, the First held it to share its own warmth, hoping that warmth would take hold. It did not. The smile soon faded. No matter what Korwraith did, the new being could not share its joy. It was hollow and still.  Korwraith ran its hands over the new being's slender form and desire filled the First. In a fit of rage, Korwraith lashed out at the void. It threw its power into the great beyond and tore at its face, not wanting to see the unliving beauty it created anymore...

    Whether through fate or luck, the First's torn flesh and blood touched the new being. The flesh became the new being's face and the blood crawled inside, desperate to not be vanquished by the void. Breath came into the new being's lungs and it gasped as cold infiltrated its skin...

    The slender hands reached through Korwraith's rage and stilled it. They drew a hood over Korwraith's face to hide the pain and anguish. The new being could not look at the ruination used to give it life, but was thankful for the sacrifice. It pressed its slender form against Korwraith and smiled with tears rolling down the skin that was once the First's... 

Brett