Chaos, in its rawest form, is still nothing more than variables that can neither be accounted for or predicted in order to achieve what some would consider the highest form of energy. However this was neither the subject of todays lesson or even part of the grander scheme of things. The ancient library that remained outside the influence of normal mortal hands seemed to grow dustier the more it fell into a state of unused disrepair.
Deeper within the library however was an ominous green glow and a withered old man who sat before a large crystal orb which depicted a scene on a rather familiar world. The elderly man simply stood himself up and watched as decades of dust and cobwebs departed from his old brown robes and beard. He extended his reach out produced from nothing a magnificently mammoth sized hat of wonder and awe which he donned quickly.
"To think that my vacation will have to be cut short." a gruff voice escaped his lips as he now placed a single palm upon the orb and watched the sudden onslaught of countless lives being ended by an undead menace. "Typical! Children are always vastly.....vastly...shit what was I about to do..."
The elderly man simply began to stroke his beard and for an instant lost his mind. What was he going to do exactly? Even if he would gather his thoughts correctly there was little time to sort through their meaning let alone learn from this upcoming mistake only to correct it a second time among the spatial zones that surrounded each realm. The Hat quickly took up his staff and took a step into the glowing crystal only to appear within the realm of Gaia at the massacre itself.