Dark wandered the uniformity, feeling as her shadows drifted around her, but her eyes could pick nothing out. She trudged blindly through space, contemplating her loneliness. Slowly, she became aware of a difference in the monotony. It was a smudge of something different, something warm. She was not aware before that she had been cold, but now she rushed toward the spot. It was shaped similarly to herself and also gave off an aura that spiraled through the regularity before disappearing. As she approached, the figure turned around and yelped in surprise.
"You are the first thing that I have seen!" he exclaimed.
Dark was confused. "How is it that you are unable to see, when it is you who has given me sight?" she asked.
"I can see, but there was nothing to see before you."
Dark learned that the figure's name was Light. Light told of how he had illuminated space, but could find nothing. The glow flowing from his fingertips spun and twisted before fading away. Dark shared her experience of feeling substance, but not being able to see it. It was all around her, taunting her with its hidden presence. They were complete opposites in nature, but both shared one thing: a pointless and lonely existence.
However, they disagreed on the emptiness of space. "How can you deny all of the matter around us? I feel it brush against me as I walk by," Dark asked.
Light shook his head and let light play from his hand. They watched as it spiraled and disappeared. "There is nothing there!"
"But there is!" Dark let shadow flow along the same path as the light.
They both gasped as the light and dark flowed together, revealing the matter soup they inhabited. They both danced in joy at their discovery. As they danced, the matter flowed around them and took shape. They quickly discovered that they could mold the matter into objects or stir it into fluids. They experimented with different ratios of substances and manners of sculpting. After so much play, they fell asleep.
When they awoke they began to be bored, so they shaped the material into more complex forms, creating celestial bodies such as planets and stars. Again, after so much play, they fell asleep. The next time they awoke, they organized their celestial bodies into systems and galaxies. Again, after so much play they fell asleep. While sleeping, they curled around each other, Dark enjoying Light's now familiar warmth and Light enjoying Dark's soothing cool. When they awoke this time, they could think of nothing more to do with the matter. They had used so much of it and already created many wonders. But they were still happy in each other's company. They wandered the universe they had created wondering at how their differences had worked together to create so much. Yet their differences bothered them. They had created all they could and now felt stagnant, but when they looked at each other they saw new power and ability and were jealous.
"I want to be more like you, to feel the matter as you do," Light told Dark.
"I want to give warmth and illuminate like you, Light," she responded.
And so Light taught Dark about illumination and Dark taught Light about substance. Light tried to make shadow and Dark tried to make light. But darkness and light can never be the other, so they could not copy the other's abilities. But their efforts were not lost, for where darkness bleeds into light and light fades into darkness, they found color. With renewed enthusiasm they painted their creations, making each one even more distinctive and adding personality. The celestial bodies were their toys, and the universe their playground. They loved their celestial bodies so much that they gave them names. Our earth they named Dragon, and her companion, Angel. To our glorious sun they bestowed the name of Phoenix. In such manner they named all of their creations.
They played and played, until Light heard a noise.
"What was that?" asked Light.
"Probably a comet," Dark responded.
The noise repeated, this time reverberating through the system they played in. It was a voice, but Light could not make out the words.
"What did you say?" Light asked Dark.
"I didn't say anything. I thought you said something."
"It wasn't me."
The noise repeated once more, and this time the voice was clear. "What about me?"
"Who?" they asked in unison. They looked about, but could not find the source.
"What about me?" the voice echoed. They searched and searched. "What about me?" It persisted. They finally started to ask the celestial bodies if it was them, but it was not.
"I'm not one of them! You left me behind. The more toys you made, the larger I grew, but still you ignore me!" They finally understood. Looking about, they noticed for the first time the space between matter; they noticed what was almost not there, the intangible Void.
"I am sorry Void, I could not feel you," Dark apologized.
"I am sorry Void, I could not see you," Light apologized.
"That is because you took all that you can see and feel and shaped it, but you left me behind. I want to play, too."
So they played. But soon Void became jealous of the other toys once more. "I want you to give me form, like the celestial bodies."
"But you have nothing to shape."
That did not satisfy Void.
"I want color like the celestial bodies."
"But you have nothing to paint."
That did not satisfy Void.
"Why can you not shape and paint me?"
"You have no substance."
That did not satisfy Void in the slightest. It wanted substance. It wanted texture, and detail, and everything it did not have. But it was nothing. Void existed, but only as absence. This angered Void. It argued with Light and Dark, but the more they said it could not have, the angrier it became, and it's longing for more grew into a lust for everything. Consumed with greed and blinded by jealousy, Void lashed out, attacking Light and Dark.
They shattered into innumerable pieces that scattered throughout the universe and breathed life into their creations. The fragments of Light entered the stars, giving them the power of glow. The fragments of Dark entered the planets, giving them the strength of substance.
Frustrated that even in their end, Light and Dark gave to their creations and not to itself, Void began its war against the Celestial Bodies.