This is my first time using this website and just a fair warning this story is me experimenting with not only the interface but story telling as a whole. Reviews are of course always welcome as well as any positive criticisms.
If I owned anything I wouldn't be here
Prologue:
From the day they were born, the younger of the two beings was always different. When they were born, they possessed no names or forms to define them against the vast background of the universe. For there was never any need, it was only them that existed. It wasn't until the first of the creations that there was a difference. The older of them... was the Void. The chasm of the unknown, the emptiness of the universe itself. Khaos. The younger is subsequently given another mantle.
For the youngest of the Protogenoi, proud was the best way to describe her view over their aspect. The creation of life gave it immense joy. It embodied the aspect of life and took form as a mother. Loving, nurturing, as was her nature. Each creation was cared for immensely. Gaia was the name of the younger being.
The older, not one to be left behind took a the form of a female as well. Her form possessed the juxtaposition of dark and light for she was both.
Soon Gaia was joined by Tartarus, the Pit, Eros, the fairest among the deathless gods, Erebus the Dark itself and Nyx of the Night. All born from the void.
However, Gaia feared the void. She understood that what the void gave, it could take back. She feared for her creations and convinced her siblings of the threat of the void. The children conspired.
And soon they attacked.
The cosmos permeated rage. The stars dimmed, the Earth shook, the darkness itself came to know fear. But by the end, the embodiment of the void was scattered and its mind lost in its ever-growing chasm.
Existence went on. History carried forth, the Khaos never to be spoken of. The Void stayed silent for many eons, unmoved, unaware. Until one day, the Void remembered.