Two Champions Reawakened
Utter dark
Absolute silence
Unbound time
and then...
The Cataclysm
From a point, subtle and singular
All that is
All that was
and All that ever shall come into being
burst forth
All of nothing
racing out
to become all that is everything
and from it
the Two Champions are reborn
"Perpetual Light"
and "Eternal Dark"
Titans newly formed
Yet this time,
they carried the memory of what they had been
In an epoch
now irrelevant to this
they had been warriors
enemies to the last
fighting for those they were bound to represent
In that age now passed
they knew to be nothing else
so dutifully
and with supreme honor
they carried out their charge
But now,
in this new existence
in this new procession of time
something was different
their will here was in fact their own
They realized that their ancient feud
had been brought into need
by their very workings
by the sublime creations of pure coincidence
allowed by their ignorance to the persistence of chance
Upon this revelation
that they were responsible for the suffering and pains
of war made by the
coalescence of matter into life
They asked the inescapable question
"Why?"
Why should we set
such unspeakable horrors
to life once again?
Would they not repeat their folly?
They were incapable
by their very nature
to peaceably co-exist
Their conceits unquenchable
Their greed too pervasive
They could not simply be
They could not simply live
They could not simply learn
They had to quarrel
They had to make war
In this flash
the instant of the beginning
before the grand tapestry of all would again unfurl
"Perpetual Light" and "Eternal Dark"
made a pact
They swore an oath to one another
that they would not
through ignorance or intent
allow such beings
to propagate once again
To the benefit of the whole of creation
nothing that resembled the life
of their memories past
would spring forth
to wreak havoc anew
Having settled their accord
they parted ways
to set forth the creation
of the fabric of space and time
anew
They spent immeasurable time
creating wonders
and delights
throughout the vastness
of their shared expanse
Peacefully
Joyously
They experimented
with all of the innumerable possibilities of creation
That is... all but one
Together they had filled the universe
to it's near limitless edge
with unparalleled marvels
and yet somehow...
it still felt empty
How could this be?
It was beautiful
It was ordered
It was perfect in its serenity
Why then, did it feel incomplete?
The Two Champions met
to discuss the incongruity
of what now lay before them
It should have been their finest hour
the final stroke on a masterpiece
When the two first took sight
one of the other
their expressions said more
than all words
could possibly muster
Each knew what was missing
Each knew that the other knew it as well
They said without speaking
"A masterpiece is not a masterpiece
without someone to deem it so."
Saddened
They knew what simply
must
be
done
They raised their hands
to grasp the hilts of their mighty swords
and slowly
cautiously
withdrew into the shadows
They knew
that a universe without life is nothing to behold
that true meaning spawns
from the acceptance of the existence of different perspectives
that order holds no distinction without a little chaos
They knew
that the imperfect thing known as life
must again be introduced
and through its natural evolution
They would forced to meet on the battlefield once again