In the beginning there was only fog and grey. Nothing changed. Nothing was created, nothing was destroyed. Until the Fire. No one knows where the Fire came from but with it disparity was created. Creation and destruction, life and death. Inside the Fire was a power. Souls of Gods with enough strength to bring about change in an unchanging world. This is the story of those beings who took these Souls for themselves and became the harbingers of a new world.
He was numb. Actually, even that was wrong. He had never felt so he could never know what the absence of feeling was. His existence was a perpetual limbo of grey and fog. There were others, beings like him, but he disregarded them as they disregarded him in turn. He had no knowledge of how long he had been like this, time was an agent of change and this was an unchanging world.
He did not know when, but he felt something on his skin. A heat where before there was nothing. Suddenly he was aware that he had a corporeal form. Arms and legs. With this heat came light to see with clarity. He could see his thin form. So weak did he look, scrawny and pathetic. He turned his eyes toward the source of feeling and pain flashed in his retinas. He quickly moved his hand to block out the harsh light. After a moment he shakily rose to his feet and saw a few of the other beings he shared this place with do the same. Some fell down from there own weak forms while others started to mill about without purpose. He could see something in that source of feeling. He moved toward it and the heat intensified until finally it was a burning. He screamed, the first sound this place had known, but he did not stop reaching for the object inside that burning mass. Once he had hold of it he collapsed and clutched it to his breast.
He now knew his name, Gwyn. Something inside of him became conscious of it. The other beings around him would follow him. The something knew that as well. The object fused with him and in an instant he was transformed from his withered frame into a powerful man of great stature. Every being he touched also transformed thusly. Not as powerful as Gwyn himself, but into forms stronger than the ones they had before. After each being transformed they instinctively took a knee as Gwyn passed. They saw this man as their lord and saviour. Lord Gwyn was born from the flame and something had changed in an unchanging world.
