This being an excerpt from the Books of the Gorim:
And so He Who Was Chosen by UL was brought forth. And it was as ordained – for the boy had blue eyes that were not of his kinsmen. So stood he in the Holy Place, in the abandoned city of Prolgu to receive UL himself. At a distance, waited his mother, Taiba, the Mother Of The Race That Died and Relg, The Blind Man. Beside He Who Was Chosen stood Gorim. The ancient man leant on a gnarled staff, for his days grew short and his body weak. It was then that UL came into their presence, and filled their eyes with a profound white glow. The deep tones of Ulgo chants rose through great fissures in the rock, awakening echoes that had slept for a thousand years. All of Prolgu came alive with the sound, calling into the heart of The Universe with the joy of UL's coming.
Dawn creeped pale and cool amongst the assembled, and UL addressed Taiba and Relg. "Thou doth have my thanks, children, for thou hast performed the tasks for which thou were created. Know that both of ye may rest easy in the arms of Mara and no more concern yourself with fates and stars." They bowed, and UL addressed Gorim, his great face solemn. "Thy term as keeper of this Holy Place is over, friend, and know that the burden that thou hath borne for eons shall now pass to another. Know that thou hast served thy God well." The old man's blue eyes stood full of tears, and He Who Was Chosen waited expectantly, the patience of the ages showing plainly in his honest, young face. UL turned to He Who Was Chosen "Wilt though bear this burden, my son? Now thou hast completed thy instruction, will thou carry it willingly til I call upon thee to relieve thee of thy duty?". The boy nodded solemnly, the rose-tinted light of day wrapping around him like a protective cloak of light. UL touched the youth on his forehead, and the reverberating tones of bells rung to greet the new Gorim of Ulgoland. The plain peasant smock the boy wore became a luminous white and hung about him in the manner of a Gorim.
UL gathered about his mantle of incandescent light to depart, but a dark crack of noise shook the very roots of the mountain, and the God stumbled in the act of his departure. The new Gorim of Ulgoland stood rigid, as if petrified. His lips formed a twisted snarl and a deep voice issued from that innocent mouth. It boomed with horrible enmity, and addressed UL himself. "Behold! For now are the days that peace shall be no more. Brothers and Fathers of Races both shall fall upon each other in arms, and all the world shall rent apart with their hatred. For the ancient spawn of evil hath been birthed this day, and the new Queen of the World shall seek to join with the Heir Of The Lost Kingdom. But all her efforts to peace shall be in vain, lest ye heed my words – find this once buried enmity, and destroy it utterly, lest it overcome ye and befoul the earth. Seek out the God of Angarak and the Child of Light to undertake this quest for the need of them is great. What once was buried by the Worshipper of Woman now seeks to destroy its creator, and turn its creator upon his kin in the greatest blood shedding of all the ages. It shall take hold of the form of The Servant of Two Masters, whom The First sealed in the bowel of the Earth herself. Vengeance is its name, and should this quest come to naught, The Universe shall destroy herself, and shall be no more." The new Gorim went limp, sprawling prostrate before the silent UL.
UL wept.