(HEY GUYS! I'm actually writing again, can you believe that?! Now, here is a story about characters I've loved since 2015. One night at Flumpty's! :D Now, who knows if I'm going to keep the motivation for writing this. But hey, I hope you enjoy it!)
The pen is mightier than the sword. Everyone knows that saying, and, while they may understand it, never really put it into action. It becomes just another useless saying.
But artists. Writers. THEY understand and will put it to action in a heartbeat.
Artists and writers have immense power. The power that, in their universe, makes them a god. And what is this immense power? The power to create. The power to create characters, plots, universes, and more. This power can be achieved through just a little bit of imagination, and can spark into things so much bigger.
I love this power. It was put on this earth for a reason, and is a part of the way we think for a reason. Without it, where would we be? We wouldn't be able to invent anything. We would just be animals, relying on our instincts to survive.
At this day and age, the power of creativity may seem just stupid in certain cases. I have a particular story to share with you that takes creativity to its limits, but nowadays may seem just silly. However, people who truly embrace creativity will learn that the oddest things may be the most enjoyable.
Now…This story of mine. In this story, I am the Ultimate God. Now, that might sound like I have a fantasy of ruling the world someday, but it actually means that I am the creator of the story. I wrote it. I understand the characters. I determine their outcome. I decide if they are worthy or not to keep in the universe.
This is the story of someone who walked two paths – The path of a mortal, and the path of a god, and fought within himself over which path he would choose. This is the story of someone who possessed the power of evil, but didn't let it corrupt her. This is the story of someone who didn't let trauma and absolutely scarring events ruin him. This is the story of someone who fought harshly against his fate, even though he had known it since birth.
This is the story of someone who chose darkness over light, death over his life.
In this story, the universe is ruled by five gods. No, not including me. Each god rules an aspect of the universe – the five aspects being time, physics, cause and effect, matter, and order. The five gods rule for thousands of years, and, when their power begins to dwindle, they use the majority of their remaining strength to create five new gods in their place. For the last few hundred years of their reign, they teach the apprentice gods everything about the universe and the power they rule over.
But, in every story, their needs to be conflict. That is where I step in, and darken the heart of one of the gods.
The darkened god now wants more. He has everything he could ever want, yet he desires more. He attacks the other gods after he becomes more powerful, and attempts to take their power for his. In a final desperate attempt to defeat him, they create hell – a dark abyss where the condemned are lost forever – and seal him inside.
The darkened god was a god of time. Now that he is sealed away, there are only four gods. The universe cannot operate without time. The remaining gods each take a piece of their power to form a new god, and teach her the ways of time. Everything is balanced again.
Many millennia pass. In the mortal world, the year is 2027. The time for the current ruling gods is dwindling. They must use a great amount of energy to create new gods. But, in a place of no light, and dark power is rising. The darkened god is not fully able to escape his prison yet, but is growing more powerful. When the gods create the bundles of energy that the new gods will be born from, he attacks. The gods put up a ferocious fight. However, the darkened god is about to destroy some of the unborn gods. The god of matter sees this, and uses his power to send three of the unborn gods down to earth, where the darkened god cannot go. The darkened realizes he has lost, and retreats back into his hell.
Now, there are three unborn apprentice gods on earth. Though they are now safe from the darkened god, they will grow up without knowing they are gods, and will live a mortal life, never knowing of their powers, as they have no-one to tell them about it, since the gods themselves cannot become mortal or they'll lose their divinity. However…
Back in the haven where the gods reside, two of the unborn gods are still there. They were not found during the attack, and the gods realize there is still hope to get the gods on earth back. This is how my story begins, with two young apprentice god brothers, and their quest to save their universe.
(Wow ._. That was...a strange intro! XD But look forward to the next chapter! :))
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