Beginning

In this beginning there was darkness; and darkness constantly.

It was void, for it desired no shape and it did not feel compelled to take form.

It reigned over everything, and it's throne was where ever it was formed on a whim.

It's wings covered all and it's hand were in everything. And for a time, this was good.

But seasons change and eternity waits for no one, not even darkness.

In the east the darkness began to swirl together and clash against itself, splitting it.

And from that schism was born a small orb.

A small glowing ball, shining almost but not shining any particular color, made of something the darkness did not know of and he feared it and plotted against it.

He gathered himself, from all four corners and threw himself against it, pressing his suffocating weight down on it.

But it had not broken, nor was it scathed.

He gathered himself again and threw himself down upon it with all his might; and he prevailed not.

He grew sore with the orb and screamed at it with a voice that was the sound of a thousand blades being drawn across rock.

"Who are you? And what business have you here?"

The darkness waited patiently but the orb remaied quiet.

The darkness grew vex and raised his mighty hand to smash the orb.

After remaining silent for an eon, it was then the orb spoke.

"I am the pull of your push. The conscience behind your thought and the heart behind your chest. The one thing you cannot conquer because essentially I am you. I am the light."

Taken aback the darkness stood and listened to the little orb speak, feeling it's confidence forming in every passing word.

Perplexed, head tilted to the west in confusion and understanding.

He watched the little orb with growing interest and an idea came to him.

He lifted the orb to his breast and they knew each other.

Together they made all there is now, new and old, nature and machine.

And together they created people like us; a mix of the two.

Ancient, wise, subtle and powerful. Quick tempered, arrogant, possessive and often controlling.

We are called, Mixte. Like the moon and the ocean we fight to balance each other.

It has been the way of things; and it will continue.

I am Fall, and this is the Beginning..