For a space the Shining One was content to dwell here; to be fed with the foods of light: to open the eyes of the Three to mystery upon mystery and to read for them facet after facet of the gem of truth.

Yet as the tides of consciousness flowed through it they left behind shadowings and echoes of their burdens; and the Shining One grew stronger, always stronger of _itself within itself_.

Its will strengthened and now not always was it the will of the Three; and the pride that was woven in the making of it waxed, while the love for them that its creators had set within it waned.
"Not ignorant were the _Taithu_ of the work of the Three.

First there were a few, then more and more who coveted the Shining One and who would have had the Three share with them the knowledge it drew in for them.

But the Silent Ones in their pride, would not.
"There came a time when its will was now _all_ its own, and it rebelled, turning its gaze to the wider spaces beyond the Portal, offering itself to the many there who would serve it; tiring of the Three, their control and their abode.
"Now the Shining One has its limitations, even as we.