In the darkness of the void, a tiny spark of light erupted against the nothingness. The smallest drop of matter in an ocean of darkness. She existed, a small inkling of a goddess, a memory of a being of extreme power and prejudice. She was awoken. It was time to awaken the others, time to bring order to this realm. Time to recreate what was lost.
She gathered forth what was left of her being, a tidal wave of power rushing into her, filling her. She grasped against the tide of matter, an avalanche of energy, she bent it to her will. She focused it, and pulled him out from his slumber. "Phyra, awaken" she said. "Will you help me recreate this world, will you help bring It to order?"