The One Who Is Two: Prologue- Daughter Of The Void

It was a dreary, storm laden morning when the egg fell from it’s nest. It’s parents nowhere to be found, the egg was broken, but not shattered. Child of a son Daius, and a daughter of Nokt, but loved by neither.
Alone, but not shattered.
A singular crack webbed across it’s opalescent surface, from which flowed a small river of red.
They came in the night. The oath-takers. The egg-breakers. Sworn to slay the children of the gods. “Naught but those of earth and bone should rule us”, or so they said as they came down upon the shining nest. Mother of silver and ice with father of fire and gold, together they fought and won against the evil. Feathers fell like rain, swept away in the storm born of their anger. But there was one, an innocent fallen to wicked claws. A single crack where hated talon smote the child in it’s oval crib.
But what was a child lost when three others remained? A broken thing would not be their legacy. Tears not shed, it fell through the clouds, forgotten. Not all children of the gods are heroes.

Cast out, but not shattered, the life of the child seeped into the cold stone. A poor grave for a poor soul. But no, not a grave. An alter. Shamed by their children, the great and shining Daius, and the calm merciful Nokt, two of the great three, looked upon the victim of their shame. They came together to become as one, and the sky grew black but for the golden ring on high.
“Cruel is the world you would live in, little one. Come, we shall bestow upon you a life anew. Take our visage, that you may be known as a child of the gods.”
The unity of sun and moon then broke. To whom would the child follow? Nokt took hold of the child. A daughter of night she would be, with the gift of past-sight, that she might learn from the mistakes of history and so better herself by them. Daius would not have it though. No, this daughter was to be his. He too, took hold of the child and pronounced her a daughter of the sun. Future sight he would give her, that she would know what was to come and rise above all others. Each with their own will cast upon the dying chick, they pulled upon her in hopes to gain against the other. An unearthly cry came from the creature inside as body and soul were torn asunder. A thunderclap shook the earth, and at once clouds black at pitch swelled across the sky until the faces of the warring gods were obscured. No longer could they see the object of their desires, as the earth was cloaked in the Void.

The chick, who’s new minds were already filled with visions they did not understand, visions of what were and what were to come, cried in pain and confusion. Their shell fell away to reveal their body, as torn as their mind and soul. Torn, but not shattered. The darkness closed in around them and swept away the visions like unwanted cobwebs. They were not fully gone, but now they did now crowd the child’s mind like a flock of hungry birds, each demanding more attention than can be given. The Void then whispered to the monster of the gods,

Two who is one, and one who is two. Spawn of black pride, fate smiles not upon you.
Child who is broken, time is yours to see, yours to view.
You deserve not this world, so black and so cruel.

Take my hand, I shall hold you close.
For you are my child, daughter of the Void.
I cannot shield you from this world, I am not kind.
Gifts to you of glory and power, I cannot give, such is not my way.
But this, I do give, my presence eternal.
Always you shall feel my shadow, may it comfort you when you are cast out and alone.
Use it as a reminder, that even in the darkness there is strength.
I am the center for the broken and the lost, and in me you will always have a place…