Chaos: The First

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Authors: Tammy Fanniel
deity’s wombs.
     
    Gaia was my second .  She’s the land you tread on, the soil you use to feed your bodies, and the great mother of all those beings you call heavenly gods.  She is the embodiment of a mother.  Unlike me, she feels the emotions that were not a part of my make-up.  She has an enormous capacity for love, and she loves unconditionally.  She is selfless and giving, yet stern.  Her knowledge is bountiful as she advises her children.  All on Earth she considers her children.  She is the mother of all.
     
    She is my favorite.  Her kindness and understanding soothed my emptiness since her creation.
     
    Tartarus was my third child.  You know him as the abyss from which souls are punished after they are judged.  But before then, he was the unbounded first-existing entity from where the light and the cosmos were born.
     
    Then came Nyx.  She stands in the shadows as well.  You must understand that before Gaia there was a nothingness and everything was wreathed with darkness.  Not darkness as you understands it to be, but the physical aspects of obscurity.  So do not mistake evil with darkness.  Upon the creation of Erebus and Nyx, a bond was formed creating several other deities.  They bound themselves through their darkness and found solace in each other’s depths.
     
    Er o s was my last.   His mischievous nature created the bonds, often good and often bad, between gods and mortals alike.  At one point his antics, after other creations were born and brought into existence, made me forget about my loneliness, but after a while my children created their own children and I was left alone and forgotten by all, except Gaia, again.
     
    I watched over my children and I could not understand their actions.  Then as time progressed and mortals were formed I became even more distanced…and over time I was forgotten.  The evil that was birthed from the pettiness of the gods baffled me.  The hideous innate nature of some deities intrigued me.  I could easily destroy all I’ve created, but what would that make me.  The more I watched, the more I noticed the battle between the light and the dark.  Can there be goodness without evil?  Is there a balance that must be maintained between the two?  
     
    As the evil was birthed, this is when Tartarus began to house the souls of the damned. ”
     

     
    Chaos felt her small body tense as he told his tale. 
     
    “How can I possibly be a good wife to you when I am nothing more than a mortal?”
     
    Chaos felt her tumultuous emotions as their bodies touched.
     
    “You are a part of me.  Once we join we will be forever bound. Without you, my understanding will be forever incomplete.”
     
    “I don’t understand.” 
     
    He sighed as he began his tale again .  “During the first war of the Gods, between the Titans and the Olympians, I released my essence into the mortal realm.  That essence has changed over time.  It learned the ways of mortals.  It learned the pain that you experience.  The love that you feel for one another.  It had centuries to gather knowledge…and now I have come back to reclaim that piece of me that I sent out to make me aware of the inner workings of mortals.  That essence is you…”
     
    She drew back startled, bracing herself on his chest with one hand and peered into his eyes. “Are you saying that you are going to take my life force from me?”
     
    “No my love.” He declared as he cupped her face with both hands.  “What I am saying is that I found the piece of me that will make me whole again .  It has changed and is no longer mine to take , but must be given freely. That essence is now of the mortal realm and must remain so.  So I have come down to be within its presence, if it would have me.”  He whispered the last part and in his voice she heard his longing, his loneliness, a nd for the first time she felt H is hope.
     

     
    Her heart ached with longing at the desire and hope she saw in

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