Beginning of Chaos
| It has been sometime
since Patos changed the world. But while it wasn't his
intention, by bringing about the distinction between life
and death a new player of this game between the Gods came
to being. When there was no death there was no need to
create new life for all endured, this was the vision of
Logos, an enduring world which would retain its splendor
for all eternity. But with the onset of death the fabric
of creation shifted, for if those with life were to die,
new life had to take their place. While Logos had the
power to create he did not posses the power to renew,
why this is so is not known. The duty to recreate life
from the energies left behind by the dead fell to a new
god, the Goddess of Life, Akara.
Unlike Logos and Patos which interacted little with the
world Akara was in constant contact with every living
being. She watched the old wither and die and she nurtured
the young to take their places. She learned to understand
the creatures which inhabited the world, she learned to
love them as her own even though she was not their true
creator and they paid her no homage. Overtime she felt
Logos grow ever distant in his grief; she knew that Logos
now neglected his creations for he could bear not the
pain of them having been changed. While she did not fault
Logos or Patos, she despaired that life no longer prospered
as it once did under the guidance of the creator.
"Perhaps," she thought, "I should adopt these children
as my own."
As fate would have it the petition to claim all of creation
as her own was turned down. Logos feared that he would
loose his creations even further. He promised Akara that
he would resume his responsibility; the goddess was satisfied
with this answer and lay the matter to rest. After all,
all she wanted was the world to be cared for, it mattered
little to her who claimed stewardship, though she herself
may not realize it, but deep down she wished she had that
But just as Logos began keeping his promise Patos reemerged.
This time he decided to warp the very first of Logos'
creations, the very mountains in which Logos first felt
the winds and touched the clouds. With ease Patos called
up fire from deep within Carnac's core. The pent up forces
erupted through mountain peaks creating fiery craters
of molten lava. Horrified at the destruction of his beloved
mountains Logos was slow to stop Patos as he struck a
mighty blow cracking the sides of every volcano causing
their destructive forces to flow unheeded to engulf and
ignite all that stood in its path. Forests and their inhabitants
were destroyed, rivers boiled to nothingness and men standing
petrified at the horror unfolding before them lost their
Generations later, many of the forests that were destroyed
Akara regrew. Animals once again walked the earth in abundance
and rivers again flowed as they once did. Men too recovered
their losses and many of the new generation knew nothing
of what their fore fathers experienced. To them the silent
mountains had always spewed fire every so often, and they
had learned to be wary of its captivating beauty. In fact,
most had never set foot on a mountain let alone gazed
down at the beautiful world from it, as Logos once did.
Due to this, Logos again retreated into his own despair
and cared not a bit for the world that was no longer his
This time Akara was determined to take over Logosí supposed
responsibility. But she knew he would never give it up
easily, for the good of life itself she conspired to rid
the world of the weak hearted Logos and the disruptive
Patos. Unbeknown to the other gods, Akara knew of one
other. There was still the god Cypher, who knew of nothing
but destruction and deceit. It is generally believed that
it was Cypher who using methods unknown who planted the
ideas of bringing about destructive changes to Carnac.
For while Patos was responsible for change it was not
in his nature to destroy, many a historian would debate
this issue in years to come.
Being told of the existence of Cypher, Logos grew wary
and questioned Akara about this new "god".
"How Cypher came into being is not known to me, but
what is certain is that the power of creation he has not.
He cannot weave dust into mountains, change the rain into
snow nor can he bring life into the world. What he can
do is grind the tallest mountain into the finest dust,
fire snow into vapor and smite every living thing. He
has the power to destroy, nothing more, nothing less.
It is his power you need to be rid of Patos".
Upon hearing this Logos was elated, he immediately left
to seek out this god, Cypher. Logos had dreams of his
world returning to its prior form and did not see the
goddess' faint smile.
Once found, Cypher was not the image of power which Logos
had envisioned. He was the anti thesis of magnificence,
he looked frail, worn and possessed none of the aura of
the other gods. Regardless, Logos trusted the Goddess
of Life and proceeded to ask for the favor.
Unknown to him, Akara had already approached Cypher and
had told him of the opportunity to destroy their predecessors.
"You should kill Patos first", she had said. "Logos is
idealistic and weak, him you can kill at your leisure".
Cypher trusted Akara as well, for the purity of life held
no evil and life after all was her domain.
In preparation to confronting Patos, Logos reached out
and drew the clouds around him. From the clouds he fashioned
a blade so beautiful it masked its deadliness. This blade
he gave to Cypher, and together they journeyed to the
deepest valley of Carnac where Patos resided.
At the mouth of the valley stood a massive fortress, strange
a god of change would choose to reside in something so
unyielding and unchanging. But as they approached, Patos
stepped out from the shadows. In his hand he brandished
a spear of finest wood, tinged with green. It radiated
life itself and there was a certain calmness to it, the
calm of a peaceful forest, there could be only one who
could have created such a weapon.
The one who had warned Patos of the arrival of the other
two was now patiently waiting for what she thought inevitable,
the end of Logos, Patos and with luck Cypher as well.
The battle was swift yet furious, no words were exchanged
by the combatants as Cypher charged, his gleaming sword
held high. Patos merely stood blocking blow after blow
with his spear while counter attacking when he could.
Logos merely stood watching the fight unfold, praying
that Patos would meet his end.
Evenly matched the gods turned to their individual powers
to given them an edge. At first Patos swept away the sun
and the stars sending the world into darkness. Cypher
already unused to the dark valley found himself ever more
blinded. Patos lunged, his spear grazing the shoulder
of his opponent. Angered, the wounded god rained destruction
upon the valley setting all but the rocks aflame. Recovering
his sight and catching Patos totally off guard as the
other stared at his burning fortress, Cypher slashed and
severed the left hand of Patos.
Like thunder Patos screamed in pain as his lifeblood drained
out of him. But while Cypher and Logos looked upon him
triumphantly something happened. Subtle changes occurred
within Patos and Cypher, their appearance did not change
but their demeanor, their life force if you will, shattered
and reformed into the image of each other. Patos through
some means of magic now resided in the body of Cypher,
whereas the essence of Cypher now lay in the torn body
of the one he had wounded only moments earlier.
Though in pain the spirit of Cypher refused to just die.
With a last act of will he hurled the spear he clutched
at his own body, the body that was stolen from him. Patos
who was reflecting upon his own genius managed not to
avoid the spear thrown at him by the Lord of Destruction.
Patos now lay dead, with Cypher about to join him. Cypher
grew ever weaker and with Logos having fled when he called
fire down to the valley he was on his own. It was then
when he realized his powers were no longer confined to
the destruction of things but with some effort he could
induce change much like how Patos was renowned for. Focusing
his fledgling abilities on his severed arm he first stopped
the blood from flowing. He then pulled at the sinew and
bones making them expand until they eventually took the
shape of the missing limb.
Fully recovered he stood and with new found strength he
shouted for all to hear, "I am reborn, fear me for I am
As a display of strength he shattered the valley and out
of the rubble fashioned a monument not of stone but of
glass. The monument while not beautiful, with its sharp
edges reaching out in all directions was no less magnificent.
Men flocked to marvel at its construction and to pay homage
to its creator, the god Cypher.