In the beginning was the all encompassing nothing. The nothing that was everything. And from that nothingness emerged two. Father Time ran only forward changing things as he ran. Mother Space was everywhere and saw all. They lay together and bore a son. As they had come of the nothing, he was of the nothing. As a child of the void, he had no name.
The two lay together again, and bore then four daughters. The Daughters names where Gaia (of earth), Lüft (of air), Enki (of water) and Rune (of fire).
As the daughters grew and combined their elements, they made the land and seas, the plants and fish, and eventually mankind. They watched their creation grow with pride, their father allowed the world to change, whilst their mother gave it space to grow.
As the family created the world, the son just watched. He had no element to add to the world, as he was of the void. He sat and watched patiently, with great love for his ever laughing sisters, and the beaming of his mother as they all worked tirelessly.
But as they worked he saw a hole in their creation. He tried to tell them, but he had no voice, for he was of the void. He tried to create something to draw their eye to the hole, but he was of the void, and creation was not his aspect. He could only sit and watch as the hole grew. Suffering and disease entered through this hole and had entwined themselves into creation, in a way his family could not see. For they where not of the void.
The boy took the one action he knew he could. He entered creation, and filled the hole with himself so that no more could enter. Those who suffered, and whose bodies decayed, he embraced with the void, and allowed their suffering to end. And in doing so, he became Death.
The story of the boy is not a story of hatred of jealousy, but of great love, and how the quiet actions of a few can make a great difference to those in need.
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