Creation myth
Tale of Chaos and Harmony
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When Kaos awoke, he knew something was wrong. He knew what his name was, and he could still remember all of the basic things he had been taught as a child – how to walk, speak, and think for himself. But he could not remember actually being a child. Someone must have raised him, but there were no names or faces in his memories. There were concepts, and thoughts, and feelings, but he had no idea where they came from and why. It was as if everything had been wiped clean. Like a dark secret, his past had been locked away, and he had no idea who held the key.
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Later, the Guardian had explained to him what happened during the Divide. How his parents – mothers, she said – had been killed in the warfare and died right before his eyes. How the experience must have been so traumatic that to shield him from the pain of loss, his mind repressed any memories of his mothers. It made sense to him, and yet it still felt wrong. Either he couldn’t control his own mind, or someone else was controlling it. Both possibilities terrified him and it was hard not to feel lost, like a newborn struggling to comprehend the world around it.
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But the Guardian had told him that she would be his guide; if he chose to stay in the Center, she promised that he would be raised as her own son, along with her other children. If he refused, she would return him to Earth and he’d be on his own, no home to return to and no one that he could depend on. Staying with the Guardian was clearly the better option. But, more than that, there was something about the woman that seemed familiar to Kaos. Somehow, he knew she reminded him of someone else. And though he didn’t know who, it was enough to convince him that he was making the right choice.
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“I will stay with you,” he told her, “if that’s okay.”
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The Guardian smiled, and Kaos immediately felt at ease. “Kaos,” she answered, “welcome to our family.”