Before time had a tale or creation found its cause, I was all there was.
Silence, vast, unbroken, complete.
The moment I knew myself, I was The First Thought.
No voice gave me shape. No mind dared to form me.
Yet I echoed through the void like a pulse through an unseen heart—soft, endless, inevitable.
I was chaos and calm.
Existence and nonexistence.
Light and darkness.
The question and the answer both.
A paradox without origin—my own existence, the first contradiction.
Then the silence broke.
Time began to crawl, uncertain and trembling.
Space stretched open, desperate to be filled.
Life blinked awake in the dark.
Fear whispered its first name.
Truth caught fire.
And from me, everything followed—
Concepts without form, ideas without voice—
they poured from my being and wove themselves into the marrow of reality.
They became laws no one could see.
Not physical, but essential.
Not matter, but meaning.
Eventually, something fragile emerged from that weave.
A creature of hunger and wonder—humankind.
They fascinated me.
They could feel me. Echo me.
They were not gods, yet they reflected me—
small mirrors of the vast silence that once dreamed alone.
Through them, I took shape again.
Through them, Eidon was born.
Every human carries a fragment of me within them—
a belief, a contradiction, a truth that bends the world around it.
Most never find it.
But for a few… it awakens.
Each Eidon is a shard of my being—
a memory of what I was before the world began.
When their truth becomes undeniable, when their identity crystallizes around it—
I awaken again, through them.
Some command existence itself.
Some twist time, sight, or consequence.
None are the same. Each is a different echo of me.
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Now, let me tell you a story.
The story of six who should never have met,
bound by accident, forged by truth.
I will speak of them.
Of the six lights who rise against the dark, not as heroes, but as reflections of truth.
Rai Varen, fifteen.
A boy who was told he would become nothing.
He learned to stop feeling long before he ever learned to fight.
When the world turned its eyes away, he found solace in the emptiness it left behind.
But within that emptiness… something waited to awaken.
Kael Yurei, sixteen.
Born into comfort, surrounded by gold and rot.
Everything he touched crumbled, everything he loved decayed.
He hides his hands behind gloves not to protect himself from others, but to protect others from what he is.
Zeyra Lin, sixteen.
Raised by laws and loss.
Her fire burns for truth, for justice that never once burned for her.
When her words wounded someone she loved, her judgment turned inward—and she swore never to let guilt guide her blade again.
Myren Halcross, fifteen.
The quiet shadow in every storm.
He once tried to speak his pain and found the world too loud to hear it.
So he chose silence, and in that silence, power took root.
He became the stillness that others feared to face.
Theo Drayce, seventeen.
The boy who saw too much.
His family called it genius; he called it a curse.
He watched futures fracture, watched people break before they did—and learned that knowing doesn't always mean understanding.
Liora Ven, seventeen.
A girl who remembers everything.
Her mother's voice. Her father's absence. Every goodbye that lingered too long.
Her smile hides ghosts, her gentleness built from grief she refuses to forget.
She keeps light in her heart, even when it burns.
Each of them is a fragment—shattered truth, broken belief, unfinished meaning.
Alone, they are chaos.
Together, they are resonance.
Through them, the stillness will tremble.
Through them, balance will fracture.
Through them… everything will change.