From time without measure, chaos warred with order. So it was for time beyond measure, and the void was filled with naught but clamors and mists.
OF HE WHO IS NOT NAMED
After an endless time, out of the tumult arose an ultimate lord, who with a wave of his arm silenced all. He, who is not named, pondered long his endless realms, and explored his dominion from chaos to order, and from uttermost heat to outermost cold.
Long were his wanderings, even longer and deeper his thoughts, ‘til he dreamed the Plan. None but he could ever conceive it, nor comprehend it, but it would underlay all that was to come. For he felt the Plan in his very bones, and wove and molded it into the very essence of his works. As long as there had been a war of chaos and order, this was nothing to the time he took to create his works. And he had an endless realm with which to work, and unlimited power, for he was the ultimate lord.
From one end of his realm to another, and from one time to another, he wove and sowed and built. Good and Evil, Magic and Love, Space and Time, all were tried in myriad forms. He created and tested, seeking that which would best suit his Plan. And Worlds and Creatures, Gods and Animals, all beyond count or knowing, he made and then left, all as less than perfect for his Plan.
No malice or shame did he feel in all these failures, for in each was some small part of the Plan, and he sought the Plan in its entirety.
OF SETERIA
After an endless time, out of the creation there arose an ultimate land, and the lord knew at once it was as his dream. This land was Seteria. Here he took the pieces from many works, and wove them deep into this new world. Perfect as his dream, but not a perfect world, for that was not the Plan. Here too chaos and order would war, good and evil would vie, and life and death would come to all. But that was as he had dreamed the Plan to be.
He created wind and fire and water and air to work the face of his world.
He created Plants to grow and live there.
He created Animals to multiply and wander and feed the rest that would come.
He created Creatures to walk the face of his world, in, under and around it. And those that could know themselves would marvel and the wonder of his world. And all the worlds that he had made from the beginning.
He then created that which his Plan called for, Humans to work his Plan and live within it.
He created Gods to watch over them. The first were but experiments, as his many worlds had been. They were powerful beyond compare to all but him, but still incomplete.
OF LYSTURGE AND HIS CHILDREN
Then he created Lysturge, a son to him as never before. Lysturge was gifted with the ability to create as his father had done before him, and from his own eternal flesh he created the Mantaten humans, beings with nearly divine powers of their own.
The Mantatens strode across the world like veritable Gods, but without their creator's eternal sagacity and omniscient knowledge. Lacking such, they began to harm the Plan. In his wisdom Lysturge saw that they could be taught to better use their powers and so created six new Gods, calling them IONSHE or "guides".
The Mantaten peoples saw these Gods as imposters, and said in their pride, "they have come to strip us of our birthright." On the sixth day of their arrival the Mantaten peoples rose as one to treacherously slay the Ionshe. All but three were slain, Legoss, Printep and Nimer survived and fled, cursing all mankind forever and vowing to help only themselves henceforth.
Once again Lysturge made his hand known, and as the Keeper of the Peace he remedied the situation and punished his foremost children. He stripped them of their extraordinary powers, but granted in their stead greater intelligence and wisdom.
Seeing their attackers weakened and ripe for retribution the remaining Ionshe attacked. Fearing for his foremost children but not wishing for them to have their former powers, Lysturge created three new Gods to keep the balance. These he called COLLIAT or "allies". They were named Braccios, Syphide and Ashnus, and have helped Mantaten peoples seeking their aid ever since.
OF THE PLAN EVERLASTING
Thus, with a final wave of his arm, he who is not named, then became the Plan.
So the Plan is forever, and Lysturge is like the father to us all, guiding the World toward the Plan.