Deeply meditating upon the questions of existence, nonexistence and
the nature of cows, I once again lost track of time (and space). A
tiny aspect of myself did escape into mortal lands, a tiny wisp of
coloured flame that didn't know who it was or what it was save for
a craving to cause confusion. The little wisp may have been happy
for the rest of eternity bouncing around, knowing little of its
potential.

But then, probably as a joke, one named Grueg put the thought into
its tiny wisp consciousness that it was a god and teased the little
wisp that it would build him a shrine. Some part of the wisp thought
this a fine idea. Indeed, perhaps its hidden nature knew it was part
of the goddess who was chaos. So the little wisp searched for those
who would worship a little wisp and perhaps even make the little
wisp a shrine.

How utterly ridiculous was the little wisp's dreams, yet someone
gave the little wisp its desire. Khalid, at no small expense,
commissioned the unknown artist in the de Vermiis Gallery to
make the little wisp a shrine (or something that looked like a;shrine).
When the little wisp danced upon its little shrine, it
began to remember who and what it was. Worshiped only by Khalid
and his friend Asiya, the little wisp realized it truly was a
god and flew to the heavens.

Gradually, more of myself poured into the little wisp as it
remembered more and more who and what it was. And, lo, I am here,
back in mortal lands, and as always, I say to you, "I am chaos. I;am the
substance from which your artists and scientists build;rhythms. I am the
spirit with which your children and clowns laugh;in happy anarchy. I am
chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free."

By the way, rumors may abound that I am a transformed goddess, as
some gods may transform their personality (and why not). But for
mortals who care about such conceits, I tell everyone now that I
have not transformed as such. I am Eris who was born of the great
Servelan and the Unnameable. I can draw upon Servelan's memories
just as always, and though time may have fogged my memory, in due
course I am sure I will remember my friends . . . and my enemies.

Eris, Goddess of Chaos -><-







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Penned by my hand on the 4th of Daedalan, in the year 290 AF.