In the space before there was anything, there existed a single point of light that drifted from possibility to impossibility as if a ship upon open waves. The Light drifted for eons or perhaps a single second before it reached out from itself and made it more then what it was before, never able to return to that perfect point. It called itself Aman-Rul the First and in the span of time it watched countless worlds drift away from itself, able now to perceive the creations of others like it. But it grew jealous of these shards of glass on the tapestry of creation and it sought to make creation in its own image to stand above the shattered remains of what came before it. And in that space it created a globe of earth covered placid water. But it did not desire to rule or shape any further as the rest of creation spun forth from its first act. So it set to make those that would rule in its steed. Ten in total it made, shapes and colors it invented at that moment to create them.
Each form was made from the stuff of the very world, tied to it and made from the salt of the Earth. Ten Shapes, Ten Children and he fled away into the darkness, a single word hanging in the black void that wrapped itself around the world and kept all but the smallest of the Ten from touching the soil of the world they were to look over.
"Maintain."
