Eirwin's Story

And it came to pass that they were losing.

The gods and dragons had poured their strength against Primus, the first and greatest of the Chaos Giants. And they had come up short.

Licking their wounds they turned back.

Surrounded by the bodies of their fallen dead, Luxor turned to Eirwin and Illuyanka the dragon and he asked for a new plan.

Eirwin had never been a warrior, when others had supped on the might of the Chaos Giants, Eirwin had feasted on their knowledge. He smiled sadly at Luxor and told him the plan.

"I shall tell him a story," the god told his leader, "and this story will be the end of all that is and the start of something new."

So Eirwin appeared before the Primus, the god so small before the giant that he was little more than a glint in Primus' eye. Eirwin told his story. He spoke first of light, and there was light. He spoke of strange places where sound was intelligent, he spoke of the living woods and the roar of the ocean. He told of the seasons that came and the fairies that played in the woods. He told of the people in their villages. He told of the purpose of the goblins and the dance of the sylphs.

And because he was a god, his story became real as he told it and these things appeared. Even as Primus listened to the story it grew around him, becoming inexorably linked, binding him up with gossamer chains as it grew and expanded, consuming the gods and dragons. Perhaps because he wanted to hear how the story ended, perhaps because he was tired of fighting Primus let the story grow around him and as it became linked to him he saw his former adversaries in the story. They were different there, given shapes and forms necessary to keep the story going. Each one of them doing their little part to keep the story going.

For as long as Eirwin tells the story, the world exists. For as long as Primus listens, the world exists.

When they stop. Light will turn to darkness. The living woods will be no more, the ocean will grow silent. The seasons will come to a halt. The fairies won't play in the woods. There will be no people in villages. The goblins will lose their purpose and the sylphs will end their eternal dance.

And all will be chaos.

And all will be ended.

At the end only Primus will be.

As it once was, so it will be again.