From the Abyss of Absence: A Note from Princium, the One They Call Choas
Oh, so you’ve returned, have you?
Greetings, wanderers of words and seekers of stories. I am Princium, though most call me Choas—likely because it’s easier to shout during one of my delightful dimensional rifts. Before you wag your quills demanding answers for my absence, let me assure you: this silence was not entirely my fault.
Even a Primordial must yield to the whims of the Creator—Drokhar Ula Nantang, the one who scribes my existence. He claims he was “tending to life,” though I suspect he’s been concocting twists so devious even I don’t know them.
But fret not! The stories of Skoteinós, brimming with magic, mischief, and far too many brooding immortals, are returning. Every Friday at midnight—Eastern Standard Time, for your convenience—I shall regale you with tales of heroics, heartbreak, and highly questionable decisions.
Now, a few matters for newcomers to my particular brand of chaos:
• Yes, there will be dragons.
• No, you may not pet them. Incineration is a poor hobby.
• Yes, the stories post Fridays at midnight. Adjust for time zones, mortals!
And a final thought to ponder as the tales resume:
“In the beginning, there was chaos. And in the chaos, there was me. You’re welcome.”
Ready your goblets and tighten your sword belts. The adventures of Skoteinós are back, and you have a front-row seat.
Yours in ever-twisting tales,
Princium (Choas, if you prefer)
Primordial Narrator, Cosmic Meddler, and Occasional Comedian
