What is peace? I wonder as I wander down the hall, passing statues and gardens alike. Is it happiness? No, I wouldn't think so. People say that folks sometimes feel peace when they die. Not that I've ever seen it myself. I'm sure that I died in the most noble way possible. Probably standing over the corpses of my enemies, bleeding from a thousand wounds.

  I can't remember how I died. I find this rather vexing. I like seeing people die, and I was really looking forward to knowing my death. I just wanted to ugh at it from the afterlife, is that so much to ask? It seems so. I pass Skineater The Bold whose arms look rather bare (of skin), and kick a rock in frustration. The rock flies straight up, and vanishes.

  I hear a faint "Ow!" in a particurly annoying voice. The voice sounds trashy, and none of my creations or proteges are trashy. Must be Eth then.

  Ahead, I see a door. Eth's door. Time to talk to the nice old dy, I guess. Nothing else to do, and it was what I wanted to do anyways. I need to have a talk with her about not corrupting my creations. Wick is so boring now! She's even wearing clothes! I thought that this pce was meant to be experienced with all of the senses, not just the ones on the head and hands.

  Anyways, I step up to her door, and knock four times. I hear a polite "Come in!" So I do. Eth is standing by the door to the abomination, holding a pie, looking sort of confused at it. Then, she looks up at me, and frowns, "Oh, it's you."

  "What's that supposed to mean? I have been nothing but nice to you the entire time I have known you, and you still don't like me? I feel that you should redefine what you want of me."

  Eth looks very confused, and says in a small voice, "What do you mean? I have been treating you kindly as well. Did I do something wrong?" Well of course you did. You're supposed to be my friend, not look annoyed when you see me. I am younger than you. Fucking teach me. Help me. Stop staring weirdly at me. What did I do wrong? Am I in the wrong about this interaction? Shit. I don't have a response, what should I do? Looking around... Aha! I'm gonna do that.

  I run past her, pull out a chair at the dining table, and sit right down, my bare ass touching her chairs. I don't know why she looks uncomfortable. I'm really comfy. She slowly steps over, sets down the pie in the center of the table, where there is a mat made of some leather-simir substance. I look at the girl as she sits across from me, and she sighs deeply.

  "I don't hate you." Why of course, I have no enemies. Anymore. "I just find you repulsive." Mmm, I have no idea what to think of this. Her reaction is very much a normal one, from what I have seen, but I thought that this pce was different from the rest of the world. Granted, I don't think that I am in that world anymore.

  This pce wouldn't be possible in my old world. Y'know, I think that means that I can do things that aren't possible in the past. I can't change how people think of me, though.

  *Sigh* "Why, perchance, do you believe us to be such an attribute as repulsive? We find this to be rather distasteful in itself." Eth pauses in cutting the pie. She looks up from it too. Then she looks at me with lowered brows (Which are also white, by the way, so look a bit funky).

  "I don't understand why you are speaking in that way, but I have decided not to question it," Aww, no fun! "What exactly do you want?" She asks as she returns to serving the pie. It's some kind of bluish red fruit. Not purple, but just a mix of the two colors. I could barely pick out where the red was overyed on the blue, like paints.

  Miguel is scary.

  I don't want to meet him again.

  "Yeah, I have no idea how I got here, or why."

  "You do not know how you got here?"

  "...Perhaps."

  "Never mind, I do not even care." She serves the pie, one piece to me, and one to her. "I have a proposal."

  "Shoot," I am so very curious what the goddess of order could want from Chaos.

  "I propose that we work together in order to bring another being into existence." What? "I have seen proof of you doing it once before, and I want to learn more about the process." Girl, you literally watched me bring a new goddess into existence. Just call us gods already.

  "So even you can feel jealous." I finish off my pie.

  We stood in the center of the room, directly below the bridge, the table that used to be there pushed off to the side. I directed Eth in stacking things in the most intricate of ways. Books on their corners, chairs on their backs, objects created out of our powers, all were stacked in various nice-looking patterns.

  Interestingly enough, it doesn't seem like Eth can do much of anything without incurring a pattern. I can't make patterns for the life of me. Opposites attract, I guess!

  She finally stacked the st power-created stone on the tip of her tower, which had four legs and came to a point. She looked at me and asked "What does this have to do with creating a person?"

  I answered with a smirk on my face, "It doesn't!"

  "Well, then, why did you make me do this?" Obviously I had you do it to find out more about you so I could interact with you better. Sadly, I learned practically nothing. Mostly because she wasn't interacting with me, instead opting to work on building a bunch of structures with stuff found around the room. I know I did tell you to do it, but I don't have to tell the truth.

  "Practice." I say instead.

  "Could you please just tell me how to actually do this? I really need the proof that I can do this as well."

  Whatever, the jig is up. "Alright, so first..."

  Aethernal