Long ago, Darkners and Lightners used to live side by side. The Lightners were like gods among the Darkners, and they lived in peace. One day, the Lightners left and didn't come back.
The Darkners panicked. Many yearned for the Lightners to return. The four kings reassured their people as much as they could. In the end, they couldn't stop the chaos. However, the kings knew that the Lightners' disappearance could mean the start of the fulfillment of the Delta Rune prophecy. They went to their people and told them not to fear. This was merely the shift of the balance that was foretold. Soon, two Lightners would come, accompanied by a prince of dark.
However, there was no prince. None of the four kings had any sons. The Dark Fountain hadn't given them one. Once a prince was formed from the Dark Fountain that formed their land, the prophecy would become a step closer to being fulfilled, and that meant the Lightners would return.
The four kings decided to wait around the Fountain and the empty land around it. A prince was bound to form soon. Night after night, they pitched their tents around the Dark Fountain and waited for a sign. Each king wished the prince would be their son. They wanted to be heroes, but they didn't really want a son.
Months passed, and there was still no sign of a prince from the Fountain. While waiting around the Fountain, the King of Spades became resentful of the Lightners. Why did they leave at all? It was their fault for this waiting. Unlike the other three kings, he now wanted the prince so he could stop the prophecy from happening. If the balance shifted in their favor, the prophecy was not a sign of hope, but a sign of the Darkners' downfall and their defeat by the Lightners.
He told this to the other kings. None of the other kings believed him, but they wanted to stop waiting at the Fountain, day and night. They all left, exhausted and discouraged. The kingdom eventually went back to normal, but it was not the same as it had been when the Lightners were around. They were devoid of happiness and the kings didn't do a thing to help.
To make matters worse, the Great Door that led to the Fountain had closed on its own and was mysteriously locked. They could no longer await the prince's arrival. The kingdom would've fallen into despair, but they couldn't fall any lower. The Delta Rune Prophecy was dead...
The Dark Fountain. An unending pillar of darkness that gave the Darkner world form. It gushed darkness into the sky, keeping the world in eternal night. Nothing surrounded it. No trees. No towns. Nothing. Only land. Not a single drop of darkness fell to the side of the Fountain. It didn't come down like rain. It just powered everything. Formed everything, and nothing ever changed.
Except for that day. It was small. A single drop of darkness. Maybe it wasn't strong enough to gush into the night sky, or maybe the Dark Fountain wanted it to drop to the ground. But it did. The one drop of darkness that dropped to the ground beside the Fountain. It fell like water, and when it hit the ground, it made a dark splash on the ground.
Suddenly, the dust around it moved. The ground itself surrounded the drop, making a bigger and bigger pile. Then, it started to form something. The ground itself changed shape. It changed color. It disconnected itself from what it once was until it made a separate entity. A separate creation, and once it was done, it fell to the ground, exhausted.
And the dark drop that started it all formed a SOUL. A new being.
Unlike the ground it came from that turned into its body, the SOUL was restless. The new being's eyes opened and saw the sprawling darkness above its resting body. He didn't know who he was. What he was. Where he was. When he was. He didn't know how he was made, nor why.
Wasn't there supposed to be a greeting? An instinct in his gut told him he was supposed to see somebody. He didn't know how he knew. He didn't know how he knew what he knew so far. He just knew that somebody was supposed to greet him into the world. The new being sat up and waited. A breeze blew his white fluffy ears into his face, and yet he didn't feel cold. Looking down, he saw that he had a green cloak around him and that a pink scarf wrapped around his neck.
For some reason, this surprised him, but he didn't know how. He got on his feet and tried to inspect his body. His legs were covered in black cloth and his feet had black shoes on. His arms were hidden beneath the cloak, but underneath, his arms had white fur with a pinkish tint. Unfortunately, he couldn't see his face, and these new discoveries only fueled his yearn to see what it looked like and how it made him different.
His eyes caught onto the Dark Fountain, the thing that brought him life. Quickly, he went up to the geyser and looked into the darkness that kept on gushing into the sky. A reflection came back like water, and he saw his face. His entire face was covered in a white fur with a pinkish tint. He had two fluffy ears that were beside his face at all times, and he had pink horns above those ears. His face was slightly elongated like a goat, and he had two sharp canines that always managed to peer through his lips. Over his eyes were glasses that shined in what little light there was.
The new creature took a step back, shocked by his appearance. Then, he said his first words and his first sentence. "I'm different," he muttered, somewhat unhappily.
"Of course you are different, young prince," a faint yet motherly voice said.
"Who are you? Where are you?" The creature asked, looking around him frantically.
The voice giggled. "I'm right in front of you, young one. I am the Fountain that gave you form."
The creature looked at the Fountain in curiosity and amazement. "You made me?"
"Yes," the voice replied.
"If you made me, then who am I? You must know the answer!" He asked, becoming a bit panicked at the fact he didn't know.
"Calm down, young one. You are a prince."
"Wow! A prince!" The prince responded in amazement. "Ummm... what is that, exactly?"
"That's what you are," the Fountain said in a playful tone.
"But, why do I feel so different?" He asked, anxiously.
"Because you are unlike any Darkner before you. You are one of a kind, based off of the form of a Lightners before you."
"Well, do I have a name?" The young prince asked, standing straighter as his confidence came into being.
"In this world, you get to choose who you want to be. What do you think your name is, prince?"
The prince stared at his reflection in the darkness. He tried to think of a name. A name that would suit himself from the very core of his being. His SOUL. He closed his eyes and took in a breath of air. The world was beautiful, even if he was the only person he knew. Then, he opened his eyes.
"Ralsei," he muttered, before his eyes seemed to fill with a spark of excitement. "Yeah! Ralsei!"
With all his excitement, he spun around in a circle, twirling until he could no longer see straight. He laughed and giggled and made the emptiness feel like something. He felt happiness for the first time. He felt excitement. He felt new. He was new. He was happy to be new. Little did he know that as he walked and twirled, the Fountain made dots of darkness hit everywhere he stood.
Plants grew. Dark grass and bushes did too. Clouds of dust that made a weird noise when touched came into existence. His laugh turned into plants that swayed and laughed too when someone passed by. Eventually, Ralsei lost his balance and tumbled to the floor, gasping for breath and then continuing to laugh. The Fountain made a pile of dust to cushion the fall, and it coughed as the dust spread everywhere. It was the perfect cushion for the young Prince.
He yawned as his laughing began to stop. He was still tired from being created, and his body yearned for sleep. He smiled as he began to drift. He was alive, new, and happy. That's all he knew. He didn't know he was made by the Dark Fountain to accomplish a prophecy. How could the young prince know unless he was told? Right now, he knew very little, and yet he was happy. He was happy to drift to sleep.
There was so much he wanted to do. So much he didn't know he wanted to do. So much he didn't know he could do, but that didn't matter right now, as sleep worked its way through his body and put him in the land of dreams.