At the first, there was nothing. There was a hole, devoid of anything. Into this, Oblivion was created.

“I am Oblivion.”

Soon, the emptiness began to move. It began to swirl in interesting, enticing patterns. Because of this Energy was formed.

“I am Energy.”

Energy condensed into a tight, compact form. Oblivion watched this all with interest. Energy drew itself tighter and tighter, and intrigued, Oblivion looked in from all angles. Suddenly, Energy exploded, sounding out with a silent bang to cause Oblivion to become death. The ball expanding larger and larger, Oblivion could not enter, and was forced to remain outside of this ball. Energy expanded, and within the ball, matter became extant.

“I am Matter.”

Outside of the shell, Oblivion howled its fury. It had been the first. It did not deserve such impertinence! Blithly, the mischievous duo, Energy and Matter, created Chaos.

“I am Chaos.”

Matter soon tired of this, and utilizing both Energy and Chaos, it formed dust. It formed stars. It formed planets.

“I am Earth, Matter incarnate.”

“I am Light.”

“I am Fire.”

Over the planes of the building planets, Energy screamed through the air.

“I am Air, Energy incarnate.”

The turning of the planets, around their chosen balls of fire. The turning of the planets, causing the star, the sun, to come up over the horizon. The breaking of the night into day. A perfect beauty.

“I am Dawn.”

A movement, an atom joining with another, and another, to create something new. Something strange, created out of all and nothing.

“I am Life.”

Throughout this all, something else hummed. Something not created by this new thought pattern. This new race, created by all that was being created within this new place, this universe. Something that they began to call 'Time'. This 'Time' was unknown to them. They existed above and beyond its reaches. They existed with it. Time gave itself past, present, and future. The race of thought called itself Shyrandi. They paddled along the river of Time as they wished. In the land that they made for themselves, in the space betwixt the darkness between the stars, they stopped it as they wished, went back as they wished, went forward as they desired. They had no chains holding them down.

Oblivion, seperated from its brethern, became lonely. It wished nothing more than to be able to somehow be with them. A star, in the farthest reaches of Space collapsed. It fell in upon itself. It created a pathway to Oblivion. It was now content.

Their idyllic home found, the First of the race began to fade away, to disappear, showering their gifts upon their descendants. Such as it would be, from then on. All Shyrandi would be born with a purpose. That purpose fulfilled, they would leave, and the next babe born in their world would be the one to continue on.

Dawn was the last of the elders to leave. It looked with pride upon the land that had been created. Their race even now had genders, male and female, and it would continue on. There was now only one thing left to do. That, which would symbolize life, would create one more thing. Watchers, to guard the creations of the Shyrandi, whom - above the flow of time as they were - could not watch it eternally, themselves. These guardians acquiesced to their duty. Soon, their greed overcame them, and they stole the creation, calling themselves Gods and Goddesses, and the rulers of all. These often cruel beings cast away all thoughts, all fable, all legend about their elder brethern. If a being beneath, upon the surface of a planet, spoke of the Shyrandi - whom came to be known as the Elders, being the elder siblings of the Gods - those above would cast their fury upon him or her. They would say he or she lied. They would shame that one. And so, the Shyrandi, the Elders, became forgotten. Complacent within their land of perfect Balance, the Shyrandi could only look on sadly. They could not destroy, even if they so strongly wished. Only Oblivion and Death could destroy. They could only wait for the guardians' time to come.

Dawn sighed. It had completed its journey. It breathed its last.

Into the land of the Elders, a babe was born with eyes the color of the dawn sky. A girl. Her name was Sunrise.