Prologue
"Before our world existed, there was nothing but the Void. An endless nothingness in every direction. It was parallel to many other worlds, some well-established, where people had been living for many years, some in the same Void state. No one could live in the Void, someone had to make it an inhabitable world. Then, someone did.
Someone known simply as The Creator.
They made the world, with its rolling hills, dense forests and sheer mountains. They had unbelievable power which they used to shape the world into a vast land of beauty and wonder. They made almost everything, from the mobs to the Nether and the End. The future inhabitants were expected to have a challenge, not just some dream world where they could live without a care. They were required to survive, for they were mortal. The Creator, however, was not.
But, these inhabitants weren't made by The Creator. All inhabitants either came from other worlds or came from a place known as The Above.
No one knows what exactly The Above was. Some believed it was a place where their souls lived with supposed gods, then to be sent down to explore the world beneath them. We may never know. The Creator certainly didn't feel like telling anyone.
For many years, people continued to arrive into this world, and the population soared. The Creator stayed with them, unlike most Creators from other worlds, who left when inhabitants arrived. They didn't need any sustenance, so they provided protection when necessary. They wouldn't kill a bunch of mobs closing in on a group of stupid individuals out at night, but would intervene should a griefer summon a Wither.
The Creator was cautious not to reveal too many of their powers to the public. Most knew that they were immortal, and had seemingly infinite supplies, but they could do a fair bit more. The scribes recording the events of the world did not seem to notice that The Creator could jump significantly higher than themselves, and get more airtime, sometimes almost hovering at the top of their trajectory. Or that they could destroy almost anything in their way, from mere grass to stone and obsidian.
They might have been powerful, but they didn't abuse it. Most people believed that many creators from other worlds, or more, the few that stayed, abused their powers to the point of almost ruining the world they created. Noble Creators were few, but also plentiful.
The Creator assisted in the construction of the Portal Network with the known Old Builders: Hadrian, Mevia, Otto and Harper, as well as many others, with the intention of connecting the worlds together. The Creator supplied resources, though Hadrian seemed to have most of what they needed beforehand. They also created the enchanted flint and steels used for lighting the portals, as well as some of the Eversources.
There used to be many records of our past, until an evil arrived in the world, whose only intention was to at least ruin the world, at best, end it; all records were lost then. The only name given to the evil was 'Haxor'. This was when the Creator stepped in to fight them. Only they could defeat the Haxors. Only they could end it.
The battle was ferocious, but, with the Creator still trying to keep most of their powers a secret, they couldn't let loose. So they decided to evacuate the residents. They sent the residents to a bunker underground, with a command block, should they need anything. Once the people were safe, and out of sight, the Creator released the stress that had been building up inside. The fight had become a true battle.
The Creator wielded an extraordinary sword, capable of dealing huge amounts of damage and executing commands. That was the Creator's greatest weapon. Commands.
No one knows the specifics of the battle, except, of course, the Creator themselves. When the people emerged from the bunker, it was very clear the extent of the fight. The landscape around them had been torn in many places, trees felled, valleys cleaved from the once flat terrain.
But most shocking of all was what lay at the bottom of a crater not far from where they hid.
The Creator lay there, clearly weakened, and looking very close to being dead.
The people simply stared as the Creator stood up slowly. How were they hurt? They were immortal, so how?
The Creator did actually have a weakness...The Void.
For a while after the battle, the Creator stayed and helped rebuild the world. They made appearances far less often compared to before. Soon, they only came out into the open once a month. But, when the tale of the Order of the Stone emerged, The Creator disappeared ... and hasn't been seen since.
The Creator knew that with the tale of the Order of the Stone out there, that people would forget them. The deed the Order performed seemed far more realistic, and even though people had seen the Creator for themselves, they refused to believe it any further. The Creator was forgotten.
But they had hope. In the future, a certain individual, someone of ordinary decent, will rise up in the face of great evil, and go from a nobody to the talk of the world by defeating the evil. This person shall be the true heir to the Creator.
For the heir, the Creator made 5 'sacred items'. Each one granted the wearer one of the Creator's abilities:
The Armour of Ambrosius, granted the wearer the Creator's immortality, but was still vulnerable to the Void.
The Gauntlets of Perdere, allows the wearer to break anything, including the bedrock at the bottom of the world.
The Wings of Volatus, granting the ability to fly, in any direction.
The True Eversource, a crown, that gave the wearer infinite supplies.
And finally...
The Sword of Sanctus, a duplicate of the Creator's sword, used for executing commands.
These items would be scattered throughout the world, their locations unknown. Fate shall guide the heir...
But, the Creator also knew that griefers and any evil remaining in the world would also seek the items, and use the power granted to wreak havoc on the world. If they got all of them, the world could be destroyed. So, they added a failsafe.
One could gather all the items and keep them in their inventories, and nothing would happen. But, if they were to equip all of them at the same time, and they weren't the true heir, they would die. Simple as that. Only the true heir may be allowed to wield all 5 sacred items at once.
It was once said: 'If someone wanted to contact the Creator, for any reason, they could go up to the very top of the tallest mountain, and place their request in an enderchest.' No one knows if this is true, but villages have been sending some of their mightiest warriors to the top of the mountain, for the path is strewn with traps. But, when the warriors returned, it seemed that their request had been accepted. Of course, all of this could just be fake, but I want to believe that the Creator's heir is out there, waiting for fate to guide them..."
-Excerpt taken from Myths and Legends of our World, by Cadmin Fecit
Author's note:
I want to give a quick shoutout to SilverSilence14 for inspiring me to write this with their amazing fanfic. If you are reading this right now, thank you.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this prologue. Just a taste of my writing style. Don't expect the chapters to come out soon, or too be much longer. I'm not good at writing long stories.
Please leave a review and a follow if you are interested in this story; I don't want to write a story which no one wants.
I also kinda need a proper title. Any suggestions?
