In the beginning, before time or space, order and creation, chaos and destruction, fought in the space that space was yet to be.
Each was perfectly matched. Everything that the Maker strove to create was unwoven by the Unmaker before it could be and so, there was nothing.
It is in the nature of chaos to be chaotic though and so chaos wavered, just for a moment and the Maker outstripped him.
In that instant the world was born. From nothing, something and as chaos grew again it found that the order the Maker had creating had gifted them both with mind.
The Maker could never truly know pleasure, which is a destructive force of chaos, but the Unmaker could and saw there was more joy in the destruction of something grand and complex than there was in the negation of a notion or an attempt.
The Unmaker allowed the Maker to build worlds and stars, planets and animals, people and knowledge, writing and numbers and then it began to subvert them.
Worlds it smashed, stars it set aflame. Animals and men it twisted into monsters. The Unmaker set kingdoms against each other, set knowledge and faith at odds. Wise men were given pride so they could not admit fault.
As quickly as the maker made a thing the Unmaker would corrupt or destroy it and in desperation the Maker broke itself apart to create the Ur. More powerful than gods the four Ur strode the universe, making faster than the Unmaker could corrupt them so it, in turn, broke itself to make the Destroyers.
Ur and Destroyer vied and stove and still could not outstrip one another they were so evenly matched. In time they too broke themselves apart to make the gods of good and law, evil and chaos.
Still they were matched and in the final act gave their power to their followers and their creations in the form of magic.
Like a drop of wine in a barrel of water the power and will of Maker and Unmaker was now so dilute that every person contained a measure of the power of both and the choice to become one, or the other.
The strongly gifted were – and are – the magi but power has a way of twisting even the strongest leader to chaos and when – again – they went to war the world was rent asunder, broken, twisted and mixed.
Chaos now reigns over Dharvi and only devotion to order, to the Make, can restore the land to sanity.