New Pantheons. Addenda.

There had been many Gods in the pantheon. It was not a very old one, but its roots stretched back to a time before time was validated, to an era in which words had no firm shape. For many years, it lingered as an easy flow, with a bright burst here and there, all made of clear colors and witty sounds. Minute, tranquil succeeding Springs at a predictable pace.
But there came a time when a boy was born, as wild as a missing link, bringing outward shadows inwards and uprooting interred ones. A dark shadow outspread itself with him, and the Gods trembled with a new kind of cold.