The Book of Amascut

Chapter 2

Here, before Amascut was the Dreamer. Here was the caster of shadows which reached across the universe. Here was but part of the truth that the Eye perceived in half-formed worlds. Many of the eyes of the Dreamer were ruined, but those that weren't dwarfed the Fierce Eye of Tumeken herself. She felt rage, rage at this lifeless world that she had been abandoned on. She felt a long desperate loneliness that stretched into timespans innumerable, into millennia she didn't know existed. And hunger.

The Dreamer awoke and wailed, and her cries shook the mountain, freeing boulders that the hellish weather had been loosening for decades. In fear, the boulders themselves raced down the mountain to escape the wrath of their creator. All eyes on the mountain turned toward the settlement of the dark divine warriors - the dreams of the Dreamer, the Mahjarrat - as the boulders continued their ruinous stampede. All eyes burned with rage at that cowardly cur, at that curious new life form, at Icthlarin, damn his egg-sucking teeth, he stole all the dreams, he stole all the hope, he stole all the joy left in the world. And he brought all the world's nightmares to life.

But the Dreamer had a new Eye to replace those ruined by her traitorous, cowardly sibling, her traitorous, cowardly creation, DAMN ICTHLARIN, LORD OF DEATH, STEALER OF DREAMS, FATHER OF NIGHTMARES! DAMN ~~WEN~~! DAMN ~~ZAROS~~! And the Eye understood. And the Dreamer had a new hope, a potential she saw before all time. A Light the Eye only only perceived dimly before. And the Eye understood. And the Dreamer had a new joy, Fierce Amascut, Rage Incarnate, Destroyer of Nightmares, Devourer of Evil, Eye of Tumeken and His Judgment Against His People, Against All Peoples, Against the Whole Universe. And the Eye understood. And the Dreamer had a new way to satisfy her hunger. And the Devourer understood. And the Eye understood. And the Dreamer had an Eye that perceived all Truth.

And the Eye plucked herself out. The Devourer drank deeply from the wound. The Dreamer slept once again. The Eye wouldn't belong to the Dreamer, or to Tumeken, for the Eye understood. The Eye was Justice, the Eye was Judgment. And so the Dreamer and her world prison was damned.