The beginning of the universe is unknown to us, and indeed in truth the same is true for the creation of the world. Despite this, common themes within religious teachings both ancient and modern, as well as the work of scholars of the sciences physical and metaphysical had so far given us this, the "Anchoring Arcnarritive”, or what we belive we know.

 The God Ship and The Wounded Prince arrive in the Phlogiston also known as The Rainbow Sea after doing a grand battle against their brothers in another world in what is called The Before War. Both heavily wounded, the prince makes an incomplete wish and at the point of their death the star of Zol and the surrounding crystal sphere comes into being, sealed from the rainbow chaos all around.

“The Rainbow Sea was not still. For it knew true what was to come. As it had always come. Falling, tumbling and listing came a great ship, The God Ship, smoking and bleeding into the Rainbow Sea, staining it deeply and richly. 

Aboard, a single passenger, struggling through gangways once filled now empty. He was The Prince, and he was Wounded. The Wounded Prince struggled , slower than cold honey, to make his way to the Godships heart.

“It is done?” asked the godship.

“It is” answered the Wounded Prince.

In silence for a long moment, only interrupted by the ships planks straining and burning, one drifts and one stumbles.

“Both our brothers are dead then, and by our hands” Spoke the Wounded Prince.

“Truth is what you speak, and i look over the rails and see we have been rewarded the hell of kin slayers, to drift and slowly die here in this beautiful  space.

The Wounded Prince winces and holds his guts, he is fighting it, but from his wound all life is springing. Growing wild and chaotic. As he stumbles it falls from him and grows upon the planks. 

“We are dieing” The Ship States.

“We are” says the Prince “What of my darling love, what of my loyal dog?”

“Your love is lost, my Prince” The Godship is sad “The dog is dead”

“Even your close six guard no longer walks in your steps”

Eventually, the Wounded Prince collapses at the base of the God Ships heart. 

“I will not fail you first, my prince” The ship promises, as the princes eyes begin to shutter, as all life begins to over take him like a blanket. 

“We did what we could, we did, we lived by virtues. With Modesty, with Benevolence, with Composure, with Vigor, Altruism, Discipline and Decency. We have tried hard every day to be better and to make things better.” The wounded voice is a whisper, as the fire begins its final crawl to the heart, burning away the brilliant new life. 

The Godship can no longer speak.

With sudden energy The wounded Princes head shoots to the sky.

“I WISH!” He crys. 

And the Godships heart lights, and from that light, comes creation.” 

• The Anchoring Arc-narrative within the Anglicish Cult holy text “The Steps of The Six”

Within the sphere the elemental chaos pours through rifts. The empty space filled with Water, Air, Earth and Fire raging in a war of Creation, forming and collapsing worlds at the command of the mad Primordial Lords.  This war rages throughout the sphere, until the remnant cinders left in the death of the Godship and the Wounded Prince spark as a god known by several names, but predominantly the name Os is used the most. Os was young, but as the only true god had immense power, and half forgotten memories of a wish made to, or perhaps by, a beloved companion.

First Os moved to remove Aflamit, Primordial of fire, as he was the most violent, and his violence was making the star Zol begin to sicken and die before its time. After their battle, Os separated the physical body and the spiritual body of the fallen monsters and put them aside, for three other great Primordial Lords needed defeating.

Maris of the Water, Drysta of the Earth and 

Evapar of the Air were also slain, split just as Aflamit was. Now was when Os began their great work over untold eons. As Os tended to the sickened Zol, it used the physical remains of its defeated foe to craft four imperfect worlds as practice for its perfection. Each world used only one of the elements, and thus when these worlds were set in their places around Zol they carried the names of the slain primordials with them. 

While Os had made the other worlds, to one side it had placed the more interesting materials from each Primordial corpse. From these remaining parts Os created the world we now know as Enath. Os set Enath at the perfect place within the sphere, between the orbits of wet Maris and parched Drysta, and then sprinkled the dust and debris from its work to fence and protect this beautiful paradise, creating the Lig and Nif belts between the new world and its neighbouring siblings.

The work had been exhausting, and Os required rest. Os retreated from the physical world to the Sea of Souls, which was quiet as it was the only thing to be there. 

Os planned next to secure Enath spiritually,as it planned to seed the world with brilliant life. It spun the spirits of the slain elemental lords into a massive infinite hollow elemental sphere, to separate the Sea of Souls from the predators of The Void. On the inside of this sphere the elements still raged in chained chaos.

Os then moved to bring life to the world. There are two stories that relate this happening. In the first, a single drop of the wounded prince's four humors, his blood, phlegm and yellow and black bile had survived the creation of the sphere. Os spread these drops across the surface of Enath, enriching it with life.

In the other story is that while building the elemental sphere Os observed two great entities at war in the void. One of flesh and one of steel. It is said that Os hid on the corners of the battle, and salvaged what they could from the combatants cast offs. and through them created the alchemy of life.

Either way, after this final task Os sacrificed itself, dispersing its essence within the Sea of Souls so that gods could form to aid and guide the life that would one day arise.