Through this chaos that enveloped the realms would emerge a voice. With authority it spoke to the great chaos emitting the word "Peace" before the fires that had raged within the realms and the chaos of war and death that had enveloped them dispersed. A void would be left, a blackness, a calm. The Voice would again speak, the words untranslatable as water emerged from the void left. Small streams feeding into great rivers that filled mighty seas.

The Midworld would be created in infancy, a bridge between the two realms of fire and fury, logic and madness, sound and silence. An ocean formed between two skies served as a bridge between both, as so the Voice intended.

Speaking again softly the mountains would emerge from the great sea unearth mounds of dirt and sand that filled the great ocean. The lands in their infancy would grow as hills, deserts, and swamps coated this land.

From this land would emerge the First One, born of clay and molded by water. With no voice he looked up at the Great Sky Above, The Voice peering back.

"Speak to me." The Voice would say,"Who are you?" The First One questioned, touching his lips and rubbing his throats, his first words spoken.

"I am the creator, of not just you but the land you have emerged from. I am the great birther and great destroyer, I am the supreme judge of all that has life, I hold domain over all that is, was, and will be. With words I change realms, with sentences I write the lifetimes of these realms. I am first among no equal, my voice has shaped the realms of the unknown who's knowledge is known only to myself, and I have bestowed upon you my creation life. I have given you land to cultivate, rivers to navigate, air to breath, grass to lay on.