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While the four kindred rested after creating the fabric, Marzelbur grabbed the light with his burning hand and collected it into his cavernous maw; and with all the light collected, the universe was dark once again. Marzelbur shone like a beacon in the dark, for he was the light that illuminated the universe. With a great cry, Marzelbur screamed "Tol" and the light flowed from his mouth and wrought itself into an orb.

It shone with the essence of Marzelbur and the four could not gaze into its depths, for it shone like the eyes of the one. As they looked away from the beacon, they saw that Marzelbur had lost an eye, and was left with a hole gaping into the void; and the four where scared, for they did not wish for the void to return, and nonexistence to again grip them in its cold hands.

Marzelbur saw their fear and beckoned them closer; he spoke to them in a language, not of power, but of the mind; the four knew he would not allow the void to consume creation, and would battle to his last to fight its insidious power. With their minds at ease the four focused on the task set before them. With the powers bestowed to them, they unleashed their minds into creating an orb for themselves; Tautha, the first to attempt the task raised her red hand and ran it through the fringes of tol and caught the embers stirred from the great beacon.

With the embers in hand she moved away from the beacon and began to mould the tolfire into an orb; then began to crush it with her titanic strength into an ever decreasing sphere of energy. When the tolfire could not get any smaller she removed her hands and looked at the pinprick of light hanging in the dark, and knew it could not nurture the life she wished to place on it; and in a fit of violent rage she smashed the orb between her crimson fists with gargantuan force. But the tolfire was already under titanic pressures from its rending and reshaping by the hand of Tautha, and so burst asunder with the fury of a cataclysm. Tautha saw what she had done to her own creation and wept for the needless violence and destruction she had unleashed; and as she wept, her tears sought out the burning shards of shattered tolfire and cooled the raging anger of the shattered orbs birth with a liquid caress on its seared, shattered faces. Tautha looked up and saw the multitude of fertile worlds she had made and began to weep tears of joy, for she had made something of worth for the first time. She could make as well as sunder, even if what she had created was completely accidental; it did not matter to her. Maternal pride filled her being as she called Marzelbur to bless her creation with life.

Will Marzelbur populated the shattered shards of the sky-land made by Tautha; Zern was hard at his labours. With his tremendous powers over tolfire, he ripped great layers from the side of tol, the eternal beacon; and chanted words of the old tongue as his orb began to take shape before him. With his innate knowledge of the old tongue his word were a reflection of his iron will; His orb cooled to a dark black obsidian by his word, and its core was wrought of sacred iron and zerite. Its chasms opened to his pulsating verse and became laden with many precious things that pleased Zern, and the surface was given a thick coating of fine quartz of many colours and hues. But still Zern was not satisfied with his work, and soon his words struck with the power of ten thousand suns, for his mastery was such that he may even have mastered Marzelbur; But for love of his creator, thoughts of enslaving mattered not to him, and never would, for the strength of his will was such as to give him never an evil thought. The words he weaved wove great mountains cored with iron, and filled chasms open to the sky full of life giving water. Great Plains and plateau, vast swathes of virgin forest, filled with trees never seen in existence, trackless deserts filled with mineral deposits and finally; One vast ocean, so deep as to be touching the core, and so wide as to be beyond mortal reckoning, for the orb of Zern could be reckoned at half the size of Tol, and Tol; Could be at least the size of the milky way galaxy in our universe. And in the ocean he seeded many islands capable of supporting life. With his creation finally finished, he turned to Marzelbur and asked of him to place life onto his creation.

Anon and Cresna saw the work of Tautha and Zern, and saw the titanic things that only one of their kindred could do. They looked at each other, and an unspoken agreement passed between them and forever would they be together, through good and bad, and so began the work of the dual spirits. Together the two chanted and wove the power of old, and played one half each on a cyclical spiral of enmeshed energy creation. While Cresna pulled tolfire from the beacon and bound it to one place, Anon shaped and wove the fire to their liking. Folding and ballooning the orb into being, they created a hollow crystalline sphere that glinted and shimmered with the refracted light of tol. But they saw that they could do more, and so with renewed intensity, Cresna drew and bound fire directly from the heart of Tol itself, and with gargantuan effort, placed it inside the sphere. Anon, fighting the tremendous force, created the single most dangerous orb known to the universe. Contained within its radiant depths was distilled power, as potent and primal as to be a living thing itself, and contained within it, life was created without the aid of Marzelbur. Inside this ether of flame and power, beings of spectral wonder where created and so the second wave of spirits of old was created. Marzelbur gazed long and hard at the beings floating in the sphere, and said to Anon and Cresna he spoke "Never again shall life be created in this way, for it is a violent birth which you gave them, and the orb which they live in, is surely the most dangerous and heartbreaking of all the creations I have yet witnessed. You have created something that is beyond your grasp to know, and I charge you with their care unto eternity, and unto the day that tol finally grows cold". Anon and Cresna took the words of Marzelbur, and engraved them into their minds. But never again would they create life, and so they watched the brief, furious, desperate lives of their charges, and eased their agony and anger as much as they could.

As time went on, the heat and fury of the heart-fire died down, and the primal secondlings (as they were named by Cresna) lived longer, less agonised existences. The secondlings became as source of pride, for they were hardy and honourable, and adept at the old tongue. And so they were released from their home-orb out into the universe to live side by side with the beings of Marzelbur in all the orbs. But a few chose to stay in their deadly home, and wrought powerful enchantments that made the orb hospitable to an extent. This was the creation of Cresna and Anon, and so came to a close the creation of the three orbs of existence.