Platinum City - Law and Chaos

"We should make something," said Law.

"Like what?" Asked Chaos.

"I don't know. Something coherent. Something that exists."

"Why would we do that?" Chaos looked at Law, perplexed. "We have the perfect world
already."

"Call me crazy," said Law, "but there's not much of a world at all. Just a soup of
elements."

Chaos pondered. "I suppose you're right. Chaos forever isn't really chaos at all."

"Do you have any ideas?" Asked Law.

"What about if we sectioned them off, to start? Four little bowls."

And so they did.

"This is nice," said Law. "But I know you well enough to know this isn't what you
wanted."

"Well, we have known each other since before you invented time," chuckled Chaos.
"You're right. Water churns, fire crackles, but none of it changes at all."

Law looked at the bowls for a time. "Well, we can't exactly mix them without making
the soup again."

Chaos thought, then smiled. "We could make a ball."

"Like a soup, in a shape?"

"No, no!" Exclaimed Chaos. "A ball with features! A ball with piles of earth bordered by
water, a ball with air feeding a fire even greater. A ball with shape, but a ball
ever-changing."

Law beamed along with them. "You always had the best imagination."

So they made the ball.

Many times passed. As enthusiastic as Law had been about the system, the two had yet
to come into agreement for any sort of standards, so they simply let it flow.
Chaos observed the ball once more. "Law, I have come to a realization."

Law looked over from the star they were building. "Yes?"

"This is boring."

Law sighed. "You know, I think you're right. It's like the soup, but slower. There's no
direction to it. No rhyme, no reason. It just happens. It's so predictable, and as much as
I like that, it's much more fun to think about new things than watch the same happen
again and again."

Chaos nodded. "What if we gave them thought? The elements, I mean."

Law blinked, as much as they were capable of doing so. "Oh. Can we do that?"

Chaos shrugged. "Why can't we?"

And so they did.

The elements lived for a time, truly lived. They coexisted, they fought, they learned, and
they grew. They learned that, in the same space, they mostly harmed one another. Water
extinguished fire, earth stopped the flow of air. They soon decided to split up, much to
Law and Chaos's chagrin, into four little bowls.

"Well, that went horribly," sighed Law, taking away the thoughts of the elements. "What
do you think went wrong?"

"I think they thought too large. Yes, on a grand scale, air will become smoke in a fire,
earth will become mud in water. But the ball was nice with the little changes. Maybe we
need to give them smaller thoughts."

"Or split them up more?" Mused Law. "Perhaps if there are more of them it will not
matter so much if a few mix. With my guidance, perhaps they can even make decisions
as the whole would."

"I don't think we should guide them, Law," said Chaos, seriously. "The point of this is to
see what they do on their own."

Law huffed, the force of the breath rearranging the constellations. "Fine, I agree. I just
don't want them to ruin themselves."

Chaos smiled. "Well, if we split them up right, they'll be ok."

They started first with earth, the most stable of the elements. Law formed dwarves
below, fond of the glittering core of the ball, protectors of all that would come. Chaos
made halflings above, a jolly, carefree folk, who bought out the beauty of earth with
their own.

"I like this," noted Law. "I can see them talking to each other. They mix and they match.
And this is just earth!"

"I'm getting positively giddy imagining the possibilities," agreed Chaos.

Then, they set to work on the air above. Law created gnomes, a folk of ingenious
invention, dedicated to new patterns and paradigms as often as they could make them.
Chaos made elves, a winged folk who sought to see all there was and bring it into their
memory.

"I'm glad to see my two getting along," noted Law. "I quite like how the metals of earth
can be applied so well to new ways to harness the air."

"And the stories that the halflings and elves share!" Chaos beamed.

Next, of course, was the spark of passion, of fire. Law created the orcs, a proud people
guided by their best to lend their strength to others. Chaos formed the humans, creative
and driven, cooperative above all.

"I cannot wait to see what joy halflings can bring with orcish strength aiding their
efforts," said Law.

"And my humans are so short-lived, I expect they'll want to see as much as they can,
meet as many as they can. This should be quite the spectacle!"

Finally came the connection of it all, the provider, the flow, the water. Chaos created all
manner of creatures, for this was to be a place of both new and old, of ancient history
and constant evolution. Law made the dragons, the greatest of all life, to provide
counsel, guidance, and if needed, judgement.

"I must say," mused Chaos, "I am interested to see you placing yourself so much in your
dragons."

Law thought for a moment - though how long a 'moment' was was still a hotly debated
point between the two. "I believe we should leave this ball with something to ensure it
does not simply collapse when we are done."

"Ah," sighed Chaos. "So we are to be leaving, then. Watching from afar."

Law nodded, solemnly. "I believe the ball will do better without us guiding every
movement, pre-determining any decision."
"In that case," said Chaos, "I have one more gift to give them. Should they wish gods
upon themselves, they shall have them."

Law hummed. "What if they wish poorly?"

"Then they can wish again."

"Will the gods control them, as we can?"

"They will do only as the people wish."

"Will their gods know of us?"

"No. No one will. To know us is to know the bigger thoughts, to give up the small joys
for the concerns beyond their life."

Law nodded once more. "I am satisfied. And, I am glad to have you along, Chaos. To the
next ball, then?"

Chaos smiled. "To the next."