In the beginning, there was nothing. Empty Void vast and lifeless without purpose or point. Then, the universe exploded into being, creating elements and magic where there was only emptiness prior. Many millennia past where the magic and elements remained separate, the elements became planets and astral bodies while the magic filled in the gaps where there had once been Void.
Eventually the magic and the elements became one. Light, dark, chaos, and order twined with natural elements and earth to create four worlds. These Great Worlds were the first and strongest of their kind.
From these four Great Worlds, life emerged. First to sire life was the world of order and logic, later known as the Middleworld. From this world, creatures as powerful as they were wise strode confidently forward from nothing. In the lower world created of darkness, demons emerged from shadows darker than the purest ink. Above them, the world of endless light was witness to beings soaring in infinity blue skies on broad, majestic wings. Cunning spirits and fae bred of chaos played unfettered in the ever-shifting lands of the final world.
From these spirits and fae four beings were created. Red, grey, brown, and black, they took their first steps together in the forests of their home. As the eons passed and the worlds grew and changed, these creatures remained, growing ever wiser and stronger as their tails split apart.
Eventually, these beings, having never been named, came to be known as the Four Ancient Foxes by the other citizens of the Great Worlds.
As the creatures around them evolved and created new life, the first fox, with a pelt as red as the sunset, grew dissatisfied with his life. He thought that while he and his kin were strong and smart, they were only few and could be killed the same as any other mortal being. Soon, the other foxes found themselves agreeing with the first. They did not want their species to die with them should they ever be killed.
The second fox, whose pelt was as grey as funeral ash, was the first to have the idea. ‘We shall create a fox in our image,’ she said to the other foxes. ‘A fifth fox who shall be more powerful than any of us.’
‘But how?’ asked the wood-brown third fox. ‘While our illusions and fire are powerful, we have never created life.’
‘Do you have a way for us to continue?’ said the final fox to the second, her black pelt as dark as the shadows beneath their feet.
‘Yes,’ said the grey fox to her kin. ‘We can combine the powers of trickery and fire to create another of our kind. It shall be our successor shall we ever fall.’
‘Another fox to carry on our legacy is all we need,’ the red fox told the group. ‘We shall not let our kind die should we ever be stricken from this plane. Having all our powers together shall make him even stronger than us. For while we are hard to kill, he shall be almost impossible.’
And so the foxes were united in their goal to preserve their power and legacy. Together, they combined their potent magic and created a new life.
This new fox possessed only a single tail, not yet split by the centuries, the abilities of each of the foxes, and a pelt as pure white as the newly fallen snow.
The fifth of the Four Ancient Foxes.
and no problem!
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