Ordering of the Aeon

Collection: Aeon Chronicles - Chronicled by Valhel ​

Dear Reader,

​        Have you walked those shadowed halls whose broken paths lie lit by the coldest stars?

        Few beings now recall those first dawns of creation, for great and uncounted epochs have swept through time since the eldest of days. Legends persist in the most ancient of religions and mystical philosophies, and even within some circles of pious academics, tales of great titanic creatures of ice and mountain, sea and root, that took form at the call of one from beyond the heavens. 
         The behemoths gazing down upon the elements of their craft and began to shape the world with fires and winds, creating a vast and spectacular wilderness. In these wilds the titans raised beasts of fang, wing, and fin, meek and monstrous. 
     Who can say, for the stories are many! Others propose that great heavenly creatures had descended to the earth to establish a new home. Or that a god had thrown down his foe, shattering the fearsome weapon with which his opponent had assailed him, and had sown the broken fragments of that terrible thing across the great night as new seedlings for life to take hold of and grow. But I suspect, dear reader, that in each account there lies some deep mystery casting a shadow over the ancient truth. 
    For what ageless spirit did look upon the vast desolations before the worlds and gave command that no thing did hear and yet all things obeyed? What tongue higher than all other tongues hold such vocabulary that is the forge of the heavens? Which language holds the eloquence and beauty, and frighteningly sacred speech that not even the angels dare to whisper in vesper? And with what sound, the first of sounds, did that single word boom across the reachless halls of the cosmos, and in its wake tear reality from not anything that was to set the foundations of all planes? 
        I hope to here make further record of the of the aeons that passed before the sun in the ordering of the worlds. 

-Valhel