*AN: Though this is really... short it's more info/lore based than a real side chapter. Also I plan to go back through what I have done up already and improve on the story where I can, this wont however affect upcoming chapters I'm just treating them as raws to help flush out the overall idea of where I want to take the story.*

Time has no corridor through it's vastness.

The Plane of Creation where time first began, sits a beautiful goddess. Gold hair lightly flowed behind her.

This was the Goddess of Creation Freya.

However she has not always been the Ruler of the Plane of Creation.

Before her a being corrupted by power ruled the heavens.

The Elder One.

Though he had not always been corrupt, he was once the father of all life including Freya herself. However the eons of time have slowly ate away at his once brilliant soul.

*Flashback*

"Freya my child." A man that looked no more than 30 years of age with long golden hair sat in his golden throne in the midst of a temple made of a unknown but beautiful substance.

"Yes father?" As she said this her own goldish hair flowed in the wind behind her.

"Soon I will be no more." He said this as he stared he directly in the eyes.

"I have made a prison for myself to be put into once my soul finally succumbs."

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"But father how can you not fight against it?" She said as she had a worried expression on her face.

"I do not know how but my soul itself is slowly becoming undone by this corruption it isn't something i'm able to stop." He said with a sigh.

"I have spent a massive portion of my power to create the plane of exile, I want you to put me into this planar prison once I can go on no longer."

*End of Flashback*

Though Freya had been able to banish the Elder One to the plane of exile it had cost her nearly all of her power and she would be unable to take action within the material planes for the next hundred thousand years.

Though she could still hear the prayers of these planes she simply had to ignore them.

The younger gods in the plane of creation each had their own plane they ruled over.

Olfra God of Earth.

Makeia Goddess of Water

Mer God of Wind

Ragi Goddess of Fire

Zajo God of Darkness

Lighe Goddess of Light

The elder one in an attempt to free himself from the plane of exile, shattered his very soul causing a tear in the planar walls between the material planes.

Allowing parts of his shattered soul to find their way into the plane of Ul-fra. Where his soul is slowly healing itself, in time he will awake from his slumber.