𝕱rom the moment the Gods had birthed them, they knew nothing of logic or sense. Varkeen blinked and existence fell upon him, like all the others of his ilk. Pushed into existence screaming, thrashing and toppling anything which stood before them. Even each other. Time too was nothing to them, knowing not the difference of day and night beyond bright and shadow. To the Gods, these creatures were meant to be beautiful. Yet, with no guidance and no understanding, they destroyed all that touched for they knew nothing else. Were given nothing else. Varkeen then, had no name, ran free and lived as the others, in violence and chaos. Until one day, the orb which lit the darkness turned twice, and then there was nothing but darkness.

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