The world shook, no it was more like as if it had been broken. Like if a fundamental object that should have never been moved, had been moved and now the machine was working to correct the error.

Water began to drip, climb, float and simply show up out of nowhere, it was water, oil and substances humanity had never known, but regardless had always been there.

In what would seem like a second, an uncounted number of eyes covered the world invoices echoed from both within and without every being in existence.

"So you wish to overthrow the gods. Good, however, you have failed." The voice seemed to belong to every man and woman that had ever been born and would be born.

"And you wish to save your stories, but you have failed. So I must now interfere."

"To all, a tragedy is about to be told, one with heroes and villains, friends and enemies, love and hate." The creature spoke as its eyes looked deep into everyone's souls.

"A story to show you hypocrisy." It said then just ass quickly as it came it was gone.

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[Meteora]

Meteora stood staring at the light of the distant buildings that she had become so adjusted to seeing in Japan, she tried to remember just how she had gotten here yet try as she might, she found that she had no memory of what had happened.

She could feel the flow of magic severely weakened but usable, but chose not to attract any unneeded attention, so she simply took he cellphone out of her coat pocket and called Sota, hoping he knew something.

However, the phone failed to connect to anything and it was only in her third attempt that it connected. Unfortunately, the only words her friend could give her were, can't talk, no battery. Use g.p.s. To find me.

Something that was easier said than done, she wasn't as good with technology as many of her friends were, but none the less she chose to give it a try. She put in the Sotas number and activated the tracker and a message that said error showed up.

At that moment she simply chose to give up and use a spell to locate anyone she knew and to her surprise, she found that everyone was dispersed around the city. Luckily for her Sota was the closest one to her and he was just around the corner.

She walked not really caring about the fact that it was currently dark, due to the fact it was night time and as she walked she realized that it was almost as if the world had changed.

No, it had changed, this wasn't the world of the Gods, this was a world of the created. Somehow, she could feel the limited nature of the world.

While the layers were there, they lacked the senses of the world of the Gods, to put it into simple words, the world was dull in comparison to the one she had left. So much so, that only now she realized how much she liked simply living there.

It was a world without limits, for if one pushed enough anything was possible.

This world seemed nearly identical, but it had a wall that could not be broken, like a line that existed and would not be shatters regardless of what was done.

So as she turned the corner, she saw Sota speaking to a young man with short spiky red hair, who seemed to be giving her friend directions, considering the man's hand movements.

For the briefest of moments, Meteora wondered.

"How would the Gods react to being in a world of the created. In their world, they had no special powers, for they didn't need them. But they could create entire realities and reshape existing ones."

"So, what would happen if they realized they were now exactly what they truly were Gods. How would her friends react to their influence over the world itself?"

Meteors pushed those thoughts away, the implications were too terrifying to even think about, she knew her friends and their creators, she had to trust in them