Endless Rivalry: Prologue

Okay, this story began with my friend and I on skype. Our school did a production of Romeo and Juliet and she played Tybalt while I played Mercutio. After the production was over, we were talking about our characters and random stuff and out of it all this story was stemmed. I won't reveal any more as it would spoil the story.

I hope you enjoy this. It's quite experimental and I have no idea how far it will go (although I WILL finish it).

Disclaimer: Wrath and Chaos are mine (although strictly speaking, Wrath is my friend's) and the other characters who come in later are not.

Where it all began is lost, and in truth it is highly possible that there was no true origin. Time, after all, is relative, and to a being that is endless and constant; time is irrelevant and hardly an important factor.

The fact of the matter was, time isn't as fixed as many people had grown to think it was. It could be bent, shaped and distorted without much difficulty if you knew what you were doing.

Chaos knew exactly what it was doing.

Wrath too, though it preferred to reap the benefits of what Chaos created and extend them further rather than make them itself. Chaos, however, revelled in twisting and manipulating. Time and space were putty to be played and toyed with.

The two beings were continually at war with each other, yet their combined actions caused far more damage than either one could do alone. In their battles, they fought to outdo the other, to destroy their adversary and yet never succeeding. After all, what is the point of a war if there is no opposing side?

Their rivalry was endless. It had no beginning and it would have no end. For what were Wrath and Chaos? but ideas and metaphysical beings. An idea can't be killed. A thought can't be unthought.

The Universe shaped and reshaped itself around them and their battles, creating light and darkness, life and death. But it all ended after its time was done. Stars died. Galaxies fell apart. Even the black holes which Chaos had created so gleefully eventually collapsed in on themselves to make way for the new.

Chaos filtered trough every aspect of reality with Wrath twisted through it, filling minds, ideas and actions with irrational decisions. Seeds that could not be uprooted grew until whole worlds were in turmoil. Chaos looked down on the beings and laughed while Wrath added anger and hatred to hearts and souls.

Their battles raged across the stars. Galaxies became war grounds. Solar systems and planets destroyed as collateral damage. They cared not. Why should they? Damage was chaos, the anger and vengeance that came from the survivors was wrath.

In a recent battle, Wrath hurled Chaos at a tiny, seemingly insignificant ball of rock orbiting a non-descript star with several other planets of varying origins the planet and the other being had struck the ground a devastating blow. Chaos immediately returned to the war and so it was not until later that they noticed how much damage the blow had caused.

Chaos was delighted that so much life, entire species! had been exitinguished and Wrath revelled in the fights that broke out between the survivors over the precious few resources that remained.

Now, some time later, a new species had evolved. One that was already suffering Wrath's whispers and Chaos' poisonings.

At first, it had been almost laughably easy. The race was almost eager to turn against one another, to end lives and, even better, ruin them. Greed, power and corruption became almost a part of daily life. Oh, it was glorious!

But the easiness quickly became dull. Chaos grew tired of how simple everything was. There was no delight in twisting something that was half twisted already.

And so came the challenge.

Chaos insisted that they could do just as much damage were they confined to the same limitations of those they toyed with. Wrath, forever incapable of anything less than rivalry with the other being, accepted the challenge.

And so they sought out vessels for themselves, bent themselves to fit into human shape and let themselves be born into the world as mortals.

So, what do you think? Good? Not good? Improvements?

This is essentially setting the scene. The other chapters will be longer. Much longer. Chapter 1's already four pages long and I'm not even halfway.

Feedback and comments much appreciated, thank you.

~EndlessMidnightSky~