Ages ago, when no man, nor any being had ever let their first breath, reality was all but an unfathomable dome of dark... blank and barren. Even when no being have came to life within this dome of nothingness, clouds of abundant vivacities wandered the blacken curtains of the cosmos.
These vivacities inevitably have taken shapes over the thousands of years, thereby metamorphosising into the first beings ever walked the blank, darken dome. When the meanings of Space, Time and Matter were yet to be named... these vivacities, the Firstbornes.. aspired to be the 'Makers', Makers that sought to colour the blank cosmos they dwelled within, unknown were their motivations to bring life, yet over the years... each Maker has developed their own identities, their own personas.
The black void would first be enlightened by innumerable stars... each star had radiated such beautiful lights... thereafter to company them, planets came borne. As if a conclave of talented artists painting a blanken paper with a delicate artwork... the Makers brought beauty, time, space and matter to the void... thus creating the 'Cosmos'.
All were beautiful and magnificent... yet the Existence has still lacked but one thing, "Life" it was, one utmost thing would seperate this Cosmos from but one artwork of painting to a ever-blooming beauty of perpetuality. Thus have they graced the planets and realms that they once created with Life, various animals... flora and people that had their own conscience. Thus their planets were now cherished with activity... thereby, within this perfect everbloom of existence, the Makers have fully recognised their own identities.. which now would they represent each aspect of life, each emotion.
There was the Aspect of the Lights, a Queen she was.. the Suns and the Stars were all her kingdom. Her significant other, The Aspect of Nature had taken the life itself, ergo all living beings under his wings... From them to the Aspect of Anger, Aspect of Death... Aspect of Innocence... Aspect of Happiness... each of them safekept all cherisments... and the laments of the mortals, as was their duty to hold the Balance above all else.
Of course not every Aspect, or Maker was purely good, such as how everything was made to exist, the terms of "Good" and "Evil" aswell needed to exist. For they were nothing without each other, and above them... remained the 'Balance', and thus the Cosmos bloomed in serenity for centuries to come.
Yet such a peace was not meant to last forever. After all, one another Maker had arisen.. the youngest they were, yet they held the power of each of the Makers.. bearing a tremendous strength indeed, and the amalgam of all the emotions could mean but one thing; Chaos. Such were their nature, that eventually the Aspect of Chaos challenged all of the Aspects.. and they brought down any who crossed their path... All what they had desired was the end of all means of the Cosmos, a being that will wreck down the Balance itself..
The other Aspects have named them "Khrogen", such meant "The Devourer of the Order" in their ancient tongue. Thus none of them had any chance to stand against them, hope seemed to be vanishing, until...
"Here I am, before you!" Fhaluren, the Aspect of Hope declared.
"Through my sacrifice, shall the Balance of Life be preserved, for I am Hope, I am all that you can never cast, or fade away!"
An epic clash had passed between them both.. and indeed, the Aspect of Hope prevailed, yet with a heavy price…
Using his own very essence to diverse Khrogen's source of power into four pieces… Fhaluren, although such an act had cost him his very own life, his sacrifice was not in vain. Stripped from their powers entirely, never to take any of it back, they were sealed in a purgatory realm named Oblivion created by the Aspects themselves to be as a means of jailing the Devourer of the Order forevermore, honouring their fellow Aspect of Hope's sacrifice, sought to ascertain they may never defile the Cosmos with their corruptive ilk.
Their seperated essences of power were forged into Four Orbs, Four Orbs that were hidden and sealed within a Mortal Plane that is named Elrium, a prosperous land that was home many magical nations. Thus would it be Four Guardians for Four Orbs, that they were to safeguard them forever, lest the Aspect of Chaos spread their corruptive stain upon this beautiful plane, aswell as the Cosmos that had been surrounding it.
Thus, once again the Life would persevere in peace for hundreds of years to come, Khrogen however, was not without a plan, a persistent one they were, this peace was not meant to last for an eternity, as they were instilled by but one desire…
Vengeance.