Interlude 1: The Untold Tale

At first, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even calling it nothing isn't true, because that would imply the existence of the concept of nothing.

But, within that nothing, there were things that could almost be called something. Consciousness. All scrambled, mixed, and with no sense of sentience or intelligence. They were all that could somewhat exist in the void.

One moment however, changed that. A new consciousness was spawned from the void. Nothing new there, just nothing being born from nothing. What was special wasn't what it was though, but what it could do.

It was intelligent, sentient, and aware.

It was in that moment, that for the first time, nothing became something.

It's intelligence allowed it to do anything, because in the void, there are no rules, no reality, and the only thing that had stopped nothing from becoming something, was the lack of any force to do so.

A body was created for them to inhabit, and the first dimension was created. But it was lonely, so they created two more beings like them, and together, they created Akasha.

The first generation of absolute beings. The creators.

Then, much later, a second generation began to form, consisting of humans who had attained enough power to fight alongside them in protecting Akasha from the groups that try to take control of it.

The Five Paradigm wars, wars that ended the life of an absolute being.

Now, it isn't truly the end of them. They cannot simply die, but their physical bodies can. And when that happens, according to first Akashic law, they must never return to Akasha, instead staying in the first dimension that lies outside of it.

And so, one by one, through the Paradigm wars that shook Akasha, they fell and left to the first dimension, a third generation never seeming to have come.

The first that fell, Infinity, the first being. Their body died in the first Paradigm war, which tore Akasha apart so badly that they used all their power to completely recreate it. In doing so, their body couldn't handle it, and fell after they finished.

The second, Nihility. They died in the second war, after manipulating the void to temporarily pierce Akasha and prevent a repeat of the devastation from the first war.

The third, Time. They gave their life after using too much energy holding Akasha together in the third war.

The three original creators, gone, content to watch their grand creation, and it's infinite stories unfold before them.

That just left the second generation, the Rulers. They established all of the limits and rules that hold Akasha together.

The fourth, Fantasy. The girl that presided over imagination and the sub-dimensions it often created. In the fourth war, she died fighting, protecting Akasha from being under the rule of a tyrant.

The fifth, Hope. The man that presided over change, and motivation. He died in the fifth war, protecting the innocent people from the chaos.

And then, finally, the sixth. Reality. The only one still alive within Akasha. She presides over the rules and order of Akasha. Of course, during their rule of Akasha, many wars similar and even sometimes greater than the Paradigm wars have occurred. But she has fought in every single Paradigm war, making it out alive and victorious every time. She was too powerful, too battle hardened, and too experienced to die in any of them.

But that was a long time ago. She has ruled for too long. Seventy-two percent of the time Akasha has existed, she has ruled it alone. She is tired.

But hope finally finds her again, when she found something she thought she may never see. Three people, all with the potential to become an absolute being. The third generation was finally beginning to form.

A short, thirteen year old girl, with long black hair reaching down to her waist, and bright green eyes showing the ambition hidden behind her shy smile. Despite her non threatening appearance and behavior, her power was already reaching dimensional magic.

An energetic young woman with short, blond hair, watching her local multiverse from the 6th dimension, or the third dimension of time, to make sure no other versions of herself rupture the balance of time too much.

Lastly, a young girl, yet to achieve any power higher than that which her world allows, yet unlike the other two, has achieved the hardest part. Imprinting themselves onto the concept that they will represent.

So the ruler watched, and when an opportunity arose, she gave the third the ability to surpass their physical limits.

And so it finally began. The Dawn of the End was drawing closer, but with every end comes a new beginning. The one constant, however, is the tale of beginning, forever to be passed down, and never to be forgotten. After all, a beginning without an end is suffering, and an end without a beginning is annihilation.

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Halloooo! Didn't expect me so soon after the month long wait eh? As for this interlude, it may or may not be canon. You decide for yourself if you think it is, cause I'm not telling, hehe! Anyway, if I DO decide to confirm if it's canon or not, it'll be in either a continuation of this story, or an alternate version of it. If you want to see it, tell me and I may decide to write that after this one! FYI, that'll take a while. Lol. Anyway, thanks for reading!

Thanks to Lily and Sky for the kind reviews! Don't worry, I was held up by exams, makeup work, a new computer, and Ethernet cable wiring, among other things. Not a kick in the spheres for me but certainly one for my free time. It is ironic though how during winter break I have less free time than during school. I suppose THAT is a kick in the nuts for me. :P