I remember when my world was just one. When my people first walked and saw the stars above them. The planet formed around them as they realised, they were alive. We were the first to find life's sweet taste. He didn't want to be alone any longer, and so here we are. Nothing like him, and yet every bit a part of him. We grew, we built and we thrived.
The stars above us are what inspired us. We gave thanks to the being that brought us to them and set out to find the wonders that were waiting far away from our own world. My people were advanced; we built great ships to scout out new lives of discovery and learning. Our own world, the beautiful world of Alpha, was a Utopia, but still we aspired to more. One colony after another, whole systems found themselves supporting us. Our knowledge grew to unimaginable levels. The Being that created us was content at last.
The universe was full of wonder, but hiding away from site it concealed something that would bring titanic suffering to us, and our children. The being of creation had made a mistake. Through the use of dark power a new beast had formed. It is unknown how it was possible, but anti-matter itself created its own conscience.
Its power grew as we withered from old age. As the universe became older around us, we realised that nothing would last forever, and when life did die, it fell into his hands. Now with enough power, the beast formed its own body. The beast fed on all the life it could find, laying waste to villages on the outskirts of our world. But we were not left alone to face this new danger.
I and my four brothers were the greatest of our kind. We lead our people, now knowledgeable in the art of warfare thanks to our creator, to bring down this terrible foe. The beast's new power was not enough, and we felled it. It retreated from our home and we celebrated with great feasts throughout our cities. But the beast does not forget. Feeling nothing but never ending hunger, it vowed to feed on all life.