Elysium Creation Mythos

No matter which universe you go to, be it Earth or some distant planet in a far off new universe entirely, all things must have a start.   A beginning to start all beginning’s so to speak.   Before time had any meaning, more than 13 billion years ago give or take, not long after what humans would soon come to call the “Big Bang” or people of Elysium would dub “The Big Yawn”, the universe had no stars. There was nothing more than a warm soup of neutral gas, almost entirely made up of hydrogen and helium. Over hundreds of millions of years, however, that neutral gas began to pile up into increasingly dense balls of matter. This period was known as the Cosmic Dark Ages.   In the modern day universe, dense balls of matter quickly collapse to form stars, but in the beginning, the first stars were monsters. They were the largest stars ever to have lived. Violent and volatile, these giant stars were in a constant struggle for survival, fighting against the relentless pull of gravity bearing down on their massive bulk, consuming more and more hydrogen fuel to maintain their precarious equilibrium. But over time these massive giant’s could not sustain themselves. When the time finally came, in death, the first stars began to transform the cosmos; their core collapsed. The star imploded, and then rebounded...enriching the ocean of hydrogen and helium which filled the universe with heavy elements...to build new generations of more complex stars.   Over time, these elements gathered together, creating rich clouds of gas and dust. Nurseries where new generations of stars were born. And not just stars, but families of stars.   The first galaxies     And around this time, some of the earliest star systems formed.   And much more crucially new bodies had begun to appear.   Planets   Vast, wonderful places where the rich chemical elements built and produced by previous generations of stars could finally find a home. And since the time of these massive giant’s, countless billions of stars have come and gone since those first giants illuminated the darkness. Each enriching the universe with the material out of which the next generation formed.   However, where the universe of Earth started with stars and ended with the creation of planets, as far as we know.   The Universe of Elysium started with star’s and ended up with something even grander and terrifying, the creation Monsters and Magic; great pieces of the remains of the oldest stars churning to form the earliest state of beings in a way unheard of from Earth.   In the beginning, shortly after the first star had burst, pure raw energy had created something known only as Chaos. This chaos, dubbed The Great Maw, was the original formless entity and orderless state of the universe that formed during the destructive days of the colossal stars, and is often sometimes considered to be the very first Primordial god, one of the first to ever come into fruition in the beginning of everything. This entity was considered more “Alien” than even the primordials, constituted of nothing but undifferentiated and indistinguishable matter with no discernable form.   In the time before the warden’s, before the gods, The Great Maw had children, and thus Chaos created everything. The Primordials, the first entities born with descernable form into existence in this bed of illuminated darkness, order-less just like their creator, spent a large amount of time fighting amongst themselves. During one such fight, a large bang came into creation, a brightly shining mess taking the form of a billion small starlike fragments. Amidst the emptiness in a far corner of the universe, a handful of these shards combined and churned themselves into what would be known as planets, and for one such planet in particular, it became known to the inhabitants of it as Elysium.   And within this planet, a strange and magnificent energy surged forward, becoming what many would dub Magic. But this magic, the very first of its kind ever known, brutish and unstable, caused the planet to churn and boil and within the boil came the first Titans; erupting from the crust in a heave in the form of beasts of tremendous size. The titans awoke to the sound of their familiars warring, and embodying the same chaotic energy as their forefathers, the titans began to fight amongst themselves.   The battles raged for centuries, until even the ritual of night and day became affected. Those of raw and fresh elemental magic turned the fledgling planet into an unrelenting battlefield. Water and Air warred firstly, stirring up roiling, violent storms. The cataclysmic energy created by their relentless attacks made the clouds themselves swell with anger. And it was not long until the charged mass expelled a horrendous cascade of electric tempests that scored the Earth. On the other side of the world, Earth and Fire smashed the landscape into pieces. Each broken mountain or fractured plain only riled the Titan's into deeper rage. With one great heave of its front leg, one titan sent the entire planet wobbling in its orbit, and to this day has remained at an irregular tilt.   Emboldened by the sudden disorientation, the one of fire beckoned the first of several magma vents into existence, shattering the crust and spewing voluminous smoke billows into the atmosphere. This brash action blotted out the sun, plunging the southern hemisphere into an impenetrable darkness, causing a chill that the world had never experienced even since it’s creation. Unbeknownst to the combatants, an isolated island on the bottom of the world began to freeze over, frigid ice sheets expanding their size at a rapid pace.   As the beings clashed, the force of their magic essences kicked up and from them themselves, they sired unknowingly more titans. But these Titan's were different from their parents. Much like the stars of our generation, these younger beings were calmer than their forebears, not as destructive and ruthless. They peeked at the confrontations from the deep, dark pockets in the land, judging each of the others as they tumbled and ruined what little was left of the infant planet; Mountains had crumbled, oceans had soured or dried up. Volcanic fault lines ruined much of the surface, and thunder rolled across the sky. Snow drifted in places it had never once fallen before.   Humbled and embarrassed by the state of the image that surrounded them, the younger titan's, wishing for a land of their own, surprisingly joined forces with each other. Around them, they took pity on the poor planet, which had already seen its darkest days before it’s days had even started and what little life that had existed had not even been given the chance to thrive.   At some point in time, they came together, overthrew and slayed their parents, and at last the warring had ended.   But all was not yet finished. Despite the end of the great warring titan's, the younger gods knew that if the scarred flanks of the young world were ever to heal, they would do so on their own, unmarred by the omnipotence of the gods who had done nothing but harm it in its short life. So taking once more to the heavens, the young titan's used the last of their remaining strength to blanket the planet with their bodies as a shield strong enough to protect it should the warring of their outskirted familiars ever reach the healing planet.   And as time has shown over and over, if given the chance, time heals everything. And it became true as over time the wounds of past battles began to heal.   And while the land did not flourish, it thrived in its own ways, cracks filled themselves in, burns soothed and the land filled in its gaping wounds as time marched ever on. And as time marched ever forwards into the eons, the Children slowly awoke from their long sleep. Sensing a new change, they landed on the planet once more, and pleased with how much it had healed, began to softly mold the planet. Heaving slabs of stone into mountains and valleys, they all began slowly molding a diverse landscape across the surface of the planet. With the planet fully molded, they looked around for they knew there was much more work to be done.   With individual parts of their body, they set forth the creation of various beasts who would soon become the ancestors of the planet's future inhabitants. At first these creatures were similar in look and design, but then as if eager to proudly display their emergence, these beings took on new forms, each one taking on a distinct shape and an element of their own. Some bore with them the presence of Gia Fire, others, mundane, were content to stay just as they were.   And soon they had their children, and their children had children and the world had become new   And the world healed   And the world thrived under the watchful eye of their gods.   But unbeknownst to the new gods of the newly healed world, the relentless ejection of magical and Primordial energy brought on by their forebears and thus themselves had been recognized by those outside of their reach, and the very void from which they had to thank for their origins began to take notice of the energy surrounding the planet.   Outside the planet, though the skies had started to calm, leftovers from the eons long war’s still thrived within the newly formed universe. For many of the beings formed from the constant energy getting tossed around, many formed from the ancient’s were calmer. Settling into their own corners of the universe, many stayed by themselves, content with creating their own from their own means.