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Chaos and Peace existed long before the modern concept of time, or of anything; they had existed before, and they would exist long after.
In the beginning, Chaos was the way energy interacted in complete disorder, and Peace was the absence of such. Much later, when the world was formed, Chaos was the way the Earth shaped and came together, the way nature collided with itself, the violent storms, earthquakes, hurricanes, and disasters that shaped the landscape. Peace was what came after, in the period of growth, when things lived and evolved to thrive.
Humans, more or less, followed the rules of Chaos and Peace. They warred, hunted, and fought, and then there were times when they survived, co-existed, learned, and prospered. In the early times, prospering periods of Peace happened much less frequently than did Chaos. As time moved, as the Earth travelled, humans changed drastically in a short period relative to the formation of the world they inhabited.
They still fought and warred, they still learned and survived. And for this, Chaos and Peace continued to exist, much as they always had.
Chaos and Peace, to the humans, were divine beings. The mortals drew stories of Chaos coming to the Earth in a trail of fire and hatred, smiting everything in their path. The mortals drew Peace surrounded by plants and animals, giving love to all things they touched. Chaos and Peace, always one or the other.
Two sides of a coin, the sun and the moon, day or night. Their differences were like these to the mortals, who knew that their gods did not inhabit the Earth at the same time. They believed that the two chased each other eternally, that Chaos chased Peace away and kept chasing until Peace could sneak back to the Earth undetected. This was why they believed Peace to be short-lived.
Even though the mortals prayed to and worshiped them, believing such things to be true, Chaos and Peace only came when they were summoned. They only responded to the call of the hearts of men. When one’s time was over, they left, and the other arrived. In their times on the Earth, they did everything they could to ensure their state of things, but it was destined to never last.
Because of this, Peace and Chaos, even for existing together for a millennium, had never met. They considered each other frequently, because they had existed separate, as oil and water, for all of time, so was another alternative even possible?
One thing was certain: neither Peace nor Chaos was linear. Maybe, if the two had been parallel lines they would have never intersected; they would have travelled separately forever without touching. Alas, as nature evolved, or rather, as humans did, perhaps it was inevitable that they would meet. Or perhaps it had always been so, and whatever version of fate existed for two beings as old as the universe itself had pulled them together, not unlike the particles of stardust brought together to form the galaxies and the cosmos that littered the expanse of space.