This world was unbelievable. Time passed quickly here, almost as if weeks were days, years were months, and centuries were years. Time may have passed quickly but it never mattered. No one spoke of it. It was just a known fact.
Time is a valuable thing when you think of it. Time moves at its own pace really, and we have no control of it whatsoever. Unless you changed the clocks of course but in this world, clocks didn't exist.
The world was filled with light. Light so blinding that it was incredible, and no mere mortal could survive when basked in it. The ground was covered in soft grass, the texture was not as you would expect. It was soft and silky, and if you touched it, it would sway as if your skin was the wind, and it responded instantly to the human touch.
The water was always the temperature you needed. The water was most sacred in this world because the people could use it to heal injuries no matter how fatal. It was even believed that it could bring back the dead but no one ever found out. You see, it was never a violent place as the people never fought. There was only one small community and it was formed in a circle around a valley in the middle.
The valley was steep rock, so no one entered. There was a lagoon in the middle surrounding a small island. In the far corner of the valley, there was a waterfall. On the island there was a small hut with two beds and outside the hut there were two giant chairs. The chairs were white and so crystalline looking that they could have been glass.
The royal family lived there on that small island. They were the gods of this world. There was a mother and father and their daughter. The father, the king as they called him, lived up with the rest of the community while his wife, the queen, and his daughter lived down in the valley. All was well, the world was enchanted, and everyone lived long and productive lives. The gods were magical and provided everyone with everything they could ever need.
But then one year, disaster hit. The King and the Queen became ill when they're daughter was fourteen. This never happened because gods never died and they never got sick. They tried the water from the lagoon (this water had the most healing power to it because the gods owned it) but it didn't work. The water didn't work on gods. They weren't meant to get sick and the sickness had to be very powerful to make a god sick, and the water couldn't heal something so horrible.
Then the King and Queen died when their daughter was fifteen. It happened so quickly that all the people were in shock for a while. The King and Queen's daughter took over the world with her husband who she made a god. They had a daughter. Almost as if a curse had been placed on the kingdom after that, every king and queen had a daughter, fell ill when she was fourteen, then died when she was fifteen. That was a fate that every king and queen faced and it was unavoidable.
Then centuries after the first God and Goddess died, a baby girl was born into the royal family as usual. But something happened that time around that no one ever expected to happen.
By the time the girl was five, her parents died suddenly with no explanation. And shortly after dark forces started to take over. The world suddenly became a place too terrible to live in and any good people left over were brutally killed, the evil ones showing no mercy.
Somehow, one good family went undetected. The little five year old goddess somehow managed to remain safe (she went into hiding) and the father in the family seized her and vowed to take her to another world, a safer world. Earth. He left with a final goodbye to his family. Without anyone noticing though, his son, had gone ahead of him when he heard that his father was going. He disappeared as well. The family never noticed the son's absence as he never spoke or let anyone even acknowledge that he was even there. The family waited for months and nothing happened. Silence filled their home every evening as they hoped and prayed that the father would come home. But he never returned.
Still the little good people left in that world believe that the goddess is still safe and that she somehow made it to earth safely. They hope that the brave man who took her away just died of tiredness from the long journey. Or even better, that both him and the goddess survived. They don't know if the goddess is still alive but they never lose hope.
They call her the chosen one and believe that she will be the one to save them all.
