The Tales of Khaos

Chapter 0 - The Lonely Melody and the Forgotten Writer

A humanoid figure, almost three meters tall, gracefully moved through the dense, frigid, and shadow-laden forest. The air was thick with the earthy scent of moss-covered trees, and the occasional rustle of unseen creatures echoed through the towering oaks that formed a natural corridor. Jackdaw feathers adorned the figure's black cloak, rustling softly as it glided over the forest floor. Each step left a faint imprint, quickly erased by the cascading droplets from the treetops above.

The path, flanked by ancient oak trees, guided the wanderer to the threshold of an expansive lake. The vegetation surrounding the water's edge curled, drawn towards the lake's center like silent witnesses to a cosmic force. As the wanderer neared the lake, a solfeggio, accompanied by the melancholic notes of a piano, filled the chilled air.

The forest, an orchestra of whispers and muted rustles, seemed to pulse with an ancient energy. The tall figure, wrapped in its black cloak, became a spectral presence amid the towering trees, moving as if part of the eons-old rhythm of the forest.

Like a feather that doesn't sink in water, the wanderer walked on the lake, forming small waves when his feet touched it, but never sinking. In the center of the lake was the source of the melody: a woman in a long silver dress that expanded and spilled out over the lake, just like the reflection of the moonlight. Her skin was as black as the sky above her, and the piano that her fingers majestically played was translucent, for it was formed by the winds that traveled from different and infinite places.

The melody was interrupted and, with a voice as melancholy as the music that had just stopped, and a polite smile that disguised a long-forgotten sadness, the pianist asked:

"What tales are you bringing me, Khaos?"

"I bring you a tragedy, I bring you a tale of love, Lua..." - Khaos replied in a voice as deep and old as time.

Khaos extended his open right hand; gazing at it was like looking into a piece of the vast expanse, as it was black and filled with luminous points. From the feathers of his cloak emerged shadows, and from the forest came the wind. both assumed the form of girls. The one formed by shadows had serious features and was covered by roots that bound her to Khaos's hand. The other, with carefree and light features, danced as if threatening to break free at any moment. Like the wind that runs freely, she had a free spirit.

"A tale of creatures as fragile as thin, dry twigs, yet as chaotic as the storms of Mah-tir, and as profoundly complex as the universe itself. I bring a story about what makes a human so intricate: their emotions, misunderstood by both them and us, the first Writers and current Readers."

Khaos's words reverberated across the lake, and the Lua listened and watched with her silver eyes intently, for it was in his tales that she forgot about loneliness and the past, just as it was in the Lua's melodies that Khaos recalled order and peace. Khaos began to weave the story of two paths destined to intersect and diverge, a narrative where the past became the future, losing the present.