In the beginning, darkness. The skies were but shadows, and She moved across the surface of the fathomless waters.
There was no life, no death, no Time, for She was eternity.
But there was the Mist, that swathed the gnarled, still forests; that begged for life and to be made into being.
And She molded it in her image, and He became the Being, and she named him Aapeli, which meant 'breathing', for He had been given life.
She summoned him to the summit, and there he lay down and slept; and while he was sleeping She made the blood run into the essence of the earth, and from it molded Earth in the image of the Mist, and said:
You are his kin, for you were made to rise from his blood. With it you are bonded as brothers, and he shall be the leader, for he is the One.
You will obey him, and know him as your superior; you will bow down before him, for he is King over all things.
He will lead you, as you are forever strengthened in the blood that had made the bond.
And they were created, the twelve brothers that breathed of Earth and blood, that worshipped the Alpha, the Being and the One.
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Legend
Hombres LoboTime itself is the spinster of the long-forgotten; for her Eyes do not overlook the most insignificant of truths, nor do they miss the darkest of lies. The intricate latticework woven by the threads of fate, the haggard tales are told, whispering th...
