Breath and Will became aware, the word was made flesh.
Alpha knew he was first. Alpha was arrogant, an asshole most of the time. The oldest, the strongest, he never knew restriction, limitation, the world was his for the taking.
Beta came along soon after. Beta bore the brunt of Alpha’s exuberance. He was brave and bold and willing to go where no one had ever gone before.
Gamma took his time. Gamma was a grave little fellow and he grew into quite the inquisitive one. Always digging into things, wanted to know why.
Delta was a welcome surprise. Dark and mysterious Delta was everyone’s darling and frankly she couldn’t have cared less, she was always sufficient unto herself.
Epsilon was born of love. Epsilon loved everyone, she was a fresh wind, Breath saw herself in her youngest transformed. Epsilon was the last of the second generation.
Five is a good number, the number of man.
Alpha, being first, took them both in equal measure, Breath and Will. Aaaaa Beta took more after Will. B-b-b-b-b. Gamma was Will personified. G-g-g-g-g. Delta was just plain strange, different somehow, pulled in, withdrawn. D-d-d-d-d. Epsilon was Breath reborn. Eeeee
When Breath and Will began to wane the children cried please stay alive, we will seek out suitable mates, for we want Breath and Will to thrive.
When Alpha saw Zeta it was love at first sight. He wooed her and won her and that was that. Beta had a love hate relationship with Eta and although it could get quite bad sometimes when it was good it was really, really good. Gamma was shy so everyone was surprised when he and Theta became a thing, there was an intensity about them together, an energy that was vaguely threatening. Where Delta met Iota no one ever learned but she softened his ego and he understood her, which was something none of the rest of us could do. Epsilon thought Kappa was quite the catch and being the youngest could not be denied. So the five became ten and we began to thrive.
Lambda, Mu and Nu appeared one day, from the north, solid, dependable, hardy and capable they were. Xi, Omicron and Pi wandered out of the mysterious east, with whisps of exotic odors teasing us, taunting us, teaching us many strange and wonderful things. Rho, Sigma and Tau came marching out of the west. Conquerors they blazed a new path and gave us a sense of security. And from the south crawled Upsilon, Phi and Chi, moist, fecund, they brought fertility to the clan. Psi was the first of the third generation, his cousin Omega came along shortly after and we found we were many. Thus Breath and Will live on.