By Aelyzabeth von Thors.
When the great ages had turned once more, after the Primordial Genesis of Fralius Craus Ariaginus, some four thousand and two hundred million years ago the world of Terraerunfolded into the age of boundless life.The vast oceans began to sing the hymn of living forms, both those that drifted aimlessly and those that clung to the depths, as though the choirs of a cosmic cathedral were awakening beneath the waves.
Life arose unceasingly — some mere shadows of spiritual essence,some single-celled wanderers, some joining together into masses of breathing substance.Yet all of them existed in the same circle of waiting, awaiting the birth of the "Sovereign of Life," who would rise above all and consume them for sustenance.
The creatures born after Fralius Craus Ariaginus were but the ashes of evolution itself —created to perish, to nourish, to complete the flesh of mankind's forebears.They were countless beyond measure, and yet in the eyes of cosmic truth,they were merely "sacrifices of existence," laid upon the altar to prepare the coming of humankind.
While the warm waters yet cradled the infinite brood of beings, the ancestors of Man swam serenely within the twilight of the waves.They knew well that the Sea was the womb of all things, the cradle of wisdom, the tender arms of Syllos, the Life-Giver.Thus they departed not from the waters, nor did they long for the barren lands above —for the earth then was cold and void, bereft of breath, unworthy to bear the seed of noble life.
Then, three thousand million years before our dawn, some lesser creatures, frail of body and weak of spirit, could no longer endure the predation of the Children of Fralius Craus Ariaginus.They fled to the land — fled with parched lungs, fled in trembling,not by choice, but by the decree of fate itself.
But the forebears of mankind remained, dwelling still within the dominion of the deep,sovereign of the realm of Syllos, for they knew that perfection is not found upon the soil,but within the waters of creation, where mind and greatness are forged as one.
Oh Ocean —thou art the womb of kings, the cradle of the ruling race, and the mirror of Syllos, who shaped all being.Within thy cold and endless heart, Man first learned what it is to hunt, to devour that he might endure, to survive that he might reign above all life.
Thus do I, Aelyzabeth von Thors, proclaim this truth of the waters — that all life upon this earth is but the dust of evolution, offered to erect the throne of Man.And in that sacred sea was born the first hunter, bearing the purest blood — the blood that would become the genesis of civilization, and the dominion of humankind across the stars.
Thus ends Chapter A-III.