In the beginning, there was nothing. Or, put more precisely, there was nothing that mattered, held value, or carried sentiment that would usher its legacy into recorded history. Simply motes of substances unnamed, floating around an empty void.
However, change is inevitable, and nothing can forever remain stagnant. At some point, before time knew meaning, there was a change. A mote, for a passing moment, held a Belief-'This is my world.' From that belief came Will, a Will to change the belief it held. With Belief and Will combined, the Beginnings of Magic were born. There was no structure nor doubt to inhibit it, simply a sincere Will to wield Change and the pure Belief that it could, only known by those that had no knowledge to the contrary. A fount of Magic poured forth, and from it, Fythis was born. And from Fythis would come The start of a new age, heralded by the greatest creatures it produced-the Felk.
