And Lo I looked, and there was nothing.
No sight, no sound, no anything below me.
The great ooze ruled the vastness of all.
Into Madness, we each did fall.

Without ability to share, ability to feel.
Disconnected, Madness, nothing was real.
It was a horrible time to be conscious.
Only two had corporeal bodies, of which time was simply obnoxious.

The keepers of Time, a job not yet stated,
With their beings so cruel simply sat and waited.
Plaguing the two with their bodies a hazard,
If not for their powers they may well have scattered.

A light to outshine all light shown.
The nothing abated and the darkness was grown.
The light was only eons long, for us that was short.
It’s brilliance denoted the first awakenings, I can now report.

Five Brothers stepped from that light and into the Dark.
Darkness filled as the centuries passed, waiting for them to embark.
Creatures from the ooze, smaller and much less power in hand,
But remarkable, horrible and of power I don’t understand.

The second of the five speaks and substances emerge.
A work station of my design, and of Mara’s, does converge.
We set another eon as our minds did prattle,
We knew they heard us but its as mosquitoes to a Rattle.

Our ears rang as they spoke once more.
Suddenly the void, eating the little light, Devoured the dark as before.
An lo we beheld the first creation of true Death.
It was a creation of necessity and not of brother’s breathe.

True Death, a vision plucked from our subconscious,
Was more terrifying than any demon ever set before us.
From it’s body was plucked the many wraiths
and they were summoned without  shapes.

And True Death wasn’t a creation of the Five,
But another brother of the ooze that did arrive.
Two brothers fought and one prevailed,
But with the winnings he knew he’d failed.

One brother left, his power so keen it destroyed all.
His body made of power amazing and oh his gall.
In his shame, the First spoke with all of us.
He was annoyed that we didn’t have answers no matter how long we would discuss.

In his wrath he turned his anger to us and ignored the one.
We were destroyed but as Death’s place wasn’t firm,
We remained for eons.

Our consciousness grew slowly back to “sane”
While the first played us as a game.

The third went his way down to the void.
Where the first’s tossed creations he enjoyed and brought together.

The fourth wasn’t one for these Super Suprema,
So he locked himself away in a dream.

Thus came the sixth, a brother of the ooze,
and his power granted him sight to see us.
And that sight, with consciousness so keen,
Left him a persona quite mean.

He shamed the first and ensured he was understood his treachery,
The first reacted and the sixth was that of memory.

Eons passed and shame turned to guilt of the loss of his brothers.
So the First took up the plans of the machine the second had built and began working.
With hands quite nimble and power complete,
He took up his brother’s cause but couldn’t compete.

The power was there but dreams couldn’t be,
Thus he resorted to speaking with the other four and me.

Of magic he created,
of life he made true,
But imagination alluded him,
And his fakes never grew.

Thus failure after failure he worked off so blind,
It wasn’t to be his power or the understanding of his mind.
With thousands created but not one availed,
He figured his power and talent would always fail.

No bodies to speak of and nothing corporeal to touch,
We figured eternity would be quite the bust.
Lo and behold, on that fateful hour,
The First gave life to one that didn’t devour.

Life worked from its purple hued embrace,
but soon Death showed its voided face.
Abandoned of purple the First created a gold,
The energies within allowed him to mold.

And life sprang forth on that first encounter,
But death again came in to devour,
and the Gold was eventually also cast out in that hour.

The light in our tunnel was found on that Day,
The answer to life and the growing dismay.
With white at his tips and red laden too,
The First created a Soulmere from Primordial Goo.

Death came once more, but this time his power did fade,
For the new life was too powerful and he left unpaid.
The life that filled was stable and bright,
But its control of magic made if a fright.

After hundreds of years passed with this new creation born,
From the First, Magic was violently torn.
A curse known as Genosefaye was began that day.
And the First wasn’t prepared to let it get away.

Seeing their power and knowing destruction would return all to the ooze,
The First decided another way to ensure these beings would lose.
A split so sudden many just died,
The Gen and the Faye moving to each side.

The Gen, their power drawn from Dymere of which must consume.
The Faye, their power drawn from Soulmere and the power of the Rune.

The two separate wasn’t quite the end,
For though they fought, they were not willing to resend.
So another was born to create quite the stir,
The Vampire created and dropped like a blur.

The Men of Bat were annihilated on that day,
The other races quickly saw the danger and tried to move far away.

The Occulus, the most prized of the Firsts creation,
Was being enslaved and were near extinct during this tribulation.
So the First decide another would be brought in to quell the drunken Vamps.
And thus the first Lycan was created to become part of the dance.

And thus the great wars began and swelled through out all Aetherie,
So those that could find a new way out were seeking that mystery.
And then we come to the start of our little codex,
A boy, most young, by the name of Neil would become vexed.

His adventures through Atherie are noted down in rhyme,
But his adventures through Indexia are the stories for all time.