There was the Two. 

Then there was: [i][b]“Rise”[/b][/i]. 

The tone seemed to reverberate around a close yet endless space. 
It was heard by all and yet by none. 
He heard it. But he did not as he was not yet he. 

He saw the two but then did not. For they could not be seen and he could not see. 

He was but a mist amongst the dark. The everything and the nothing. 
He could not hear. He could not see. But he could be. 

And so he was. A vague frozen mist slowly cradling the concept of being as those more urgent than he grasped at and strove for existence. He knew them but did not. They were strange, yet familiar, as the vaporous thoughts fought to comprehend the beings heeding the unquestionable command.

The timber frame of Vowzra grew from the nothingness and a frozen mist sparkled at his emergence. Time.
The presence of Arguis registered his essence – he is one who knows. Fear and admiration.
A dust cloud embodies a female form and the mist sparkling in delight at the accompanying [i][b]“Wow”[/b][/i]. 
Another female vision appears and he was drawn to her before the mist recoiled at the sudden change in being. [i][b]“Kraken”[/b][/i] was heard and was scorned for the pain and admired for the power. 
The blast of heat and then a stunning figure. Rugged and well-muscled. If mist could flush… Yet a sense of powerlessness rippled through the frozen mist at the futility of trying to approach the heat and it settles solemn still.
An uncertain figure formed a shadow close (or far?) from him and then there was a light. The first light. Almost imperceivable. But when refracted through countless crystals, unforgettable. And there he was. Life. The mist shimmered with power once more. Time. Life.
A create creature emerges and in turn creates more light in the darkness. Light that needs a place to be. 
In response comes the dark. The chaos. The mist churns into a writhing mass as chaos takes it’s place. Vestec revealing its combined powers to all present.

The essence continued to contort itself as once again higher beings were granted existence while it waited for the lesser powers. 

Yet the swirls soon turned to a contemplative eddy as form now recognised as humanoid emerged to oppose the previous incarnation. Time. Life. Harmony. 

With that the mist froze in place. The fractal cyclone of essence in suspense of the great power touching it. The time to just be was over. It was time to exist. 

[i][b]“You are become the seasons, ever changing, ever constant.” [/b][/i]

The vapour swirled in a flurry slowly converging into a humanoid shape to mirror those it already admired. [i]‘Seasons’[/i] he thought. The cold prickled at his skin and as knowledge returned to the conscious form he knew that he had to fulfil his namesake and master the gift bestowed by the Two, to him Sveiand. 
Yet he felt only the chill of winter inside. He knew he had been chosen after Time, Life and Harmony. Should he serve? Should he rule? Should he assemble? The others emerged before him, but he was chosen by the Two also. He was no lesser being. So he drew upon the cold for power and to strengthen his resolve.  

All he know was he was the Seasons. But only a season. To fulfil his destiny, master the elements, capture imaginations, impact worlds and gamble with life and time itself, it would require patience, power, allies and maybe more than a few ruffled… [i]‘what are they called? …Feathers!’[/i] 


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Svieanc created. 3 Might spent to power up to level 2. 1 Might left.
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