"In the beginning, there was nothing but the void. And so it was for time eternal, until an impossible moment where the void folded in upon itself and birthed the Goddess Shiatar. Shiatar held all dominion over creation and death, order and chaos. And so she began to fill the void with wonderful creations. As the ages passed, Shiatar began to feel listless. She had created so many creatures and everything was in balance, but somehow she seemed disconnected from everything. And so Shiatar decided to create a sibling to share eternity with. Shiatar reached into her very core and split off a part of her. Envisioning a strong and powerful sibling. Shiatar created her brother covered in regal armor. For a crown he had beautiful ivory horns and she fashioned for him a greatsword and this too she provided a spark of her essence. For her brother she decided to share with him her powers of death and chaos to be a true equal and a balance unto herself. And thus did Shiatar bring forth Delkar into the existence.

Delkar loved his sister immediately and would follow her as she created new things. And following the flow of life and death Delkar would welcome her creations into his embrace at the proper time. Yet it was that Delkar soon grew envious of his sister Shiatar. He became tired of his dominion over the old and the broken and desired instead his sisters power of creation that he too could shape the ether to his will. As the ages passed this envy turned to anger, His covetess eyes turned to a manic greed. Until all that remained was an all consuming rage. And thus did Delkar take up his sword and plunge it into his sisters chest. As her blood flowed the sword drank of it and turned red and corrupted and lo the godkiller sword Delshia was reborn anew. As Shiatar looked upon her brother and saw the madness therein, she knew she would not last against him. For while she was powerful, she no longer had dominion of death and so she could not destroy her brother. Delkar meanwhile could end her existence easily and in his eyes she saw such a fate. In a desperate bit she once more reached for her core and severed a fragment of her power letting it loose upon the folds of time. She then gathered all her remaining power and rushed towards her brother, allowing the sword to run her through entirely she grabbed her brother in an almost loving embrace. She looked at him one last time before her power rushed out and into her brother. While she could not kill her brother, she instead could remake him, divide him infinitely. Delkar did not wait idly but pushed Shiatar's own power back against her. There was a flash that illuminated all the heavens. A ripple without sound pulsed outwards and then the two gods exploded as their essence was thrown to the corners of existence.

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Amidst the whirls of chaos, order, creation, and death, did all the races of the world form. Where those of the undead and demons were forged with more of Delkar's influence, the fairy's and Fae owe their existence to Shiatar. As for humans, some believe they are the perfect blending of all the characteristics of the two. Other's with a more unrefined view think of humans as creations of Shiatar from before that lack the divine spark of other races and as such are no more than animals with some mediocre intelligence. But that's enough of the history. Yall get on home and rest up. Tomorrow you get your blessings and maybe even find your magical focus"

Thomas Wolfe blinked rapidly having suddenly snapped out of the spell of awe that the village elder had them under. It took a moment for him to process what the elder said. Looking around he saw four others there with him. They all had big grins on their faces. It was the same big grin that was on Thomas's face. Tomorrow they were going to get their first taste of magic!