Present Time
Far off into the mountains of Kuo Kuana, laid a mine abandoned many years ago since the Great War. Dust Crystals, untouched and clear, gave the cave its only source of light, shining dimly in the deep dark tunnel.
In a lonely cave under the mine shafts was a secret synagogue. Only ornate walls and statues decorated the small temple. Despite being in an old dingy tunnel for many years, the temple, surprisingly, was intact and its unblemished white walls reflected the colorful lights.
If you were able to go farther down into the temple, walls of dark mossy cobblestone littered the underground. The light emitting from the crystals fading away as you enter the dark abyss.
In the middle of it was not... treasure. Not a whole worth of Dust. It was also not something of great value, but it can be seen in another aspect of value.
Something worth of honor. Devotion. Belief.
Four eerily black pillars of crystal gathered around a sculpture—a statue of sorts. Inbetween the guarding pillars endured it all in smooth stone and elaborate detail stood a figure of a Faunus woman clad in armor. Her stag-like antlers decorated with small flowery hoops, and armor humming in the indistinct light.
The woman held out her arms in an offering, an orb in each hand. One transmitting a bright glow, but not enough to light up the whole room. It felt safe, a light of hope. A light to shine like a beacon. The other was different. It was dark. Bland. It held no purpose.
Light and darkness.
What hope did this statue have? What did it mean?
The woman's armor, in the center, laid a crystal. In a form of white and black. Dark and light. A balance of Life and Death.
No one knew.
Because they were afraid.
Judgement Day will befall one day, once Humanity and Faunus unite together, and they will return.
The belief of that day has long vanished from the face of Remnant, only a very small number of people having this knowledge. All living in... peace without knowing what will come when that day comes around.
When that day comes, something will come with a price.
There are many things in this universe that have come to bewilder it. The one thing that bewilders it more than anything else was something it sees every single day: Humans.
Humans are believably in every universe. Whether they be in a small number or extinct, they're there. They sprouted about millions of eons ago. It existed before them, like their Creators. As time went on, their ideas and tales have started to fascinate it. It has been constantly doubting and underestimating the human race for such a long time.
During its time, it grew curious. It has read its tales among tales and it has become absolutely fascinated.
The words of Humans—their words and tales are woven into something so damning and brilliant, that it itself had admired it. While most of it was not true, some of their ideas have been right. Their choices and aspects of everyday life made itself wonder of what's right or wrong.
Humans have made it go mad. Mad with a logical explanation of what made it go that way.
(Unfortunately, during that phase, it seems that fragments of its power have spread throughout the Human World and caused millions of deaths. Natural causes, or Humans themselves.)
From the moment It recovered—it took many, many years—it knew never to underestimate the human race. The life of the real world is ugly and cruel but their stories have a light to it that bring hope.
And no one, no one has ever brought hope for Death.
However... There is one exception.
There were very few mortals that Death likes. Especially this one. One unusual mortal child from the Real World—A Universe that is the Creator of all the universes out there. The child had entered its domain without its consent, in Death's blank canvas that will be painted soon enough.
What do all stories have in common?
The child let out a strangled gasp. Blood began to pour out of their mouth, eyes dilating into animal-like slits that made Death tilt its head.
They end.
The young mortal child's eyes glazed over, their coughs vibrating throughout their vessel. As Death had predicted before, its blank paper has been given color.
"Everything has a beginning and an end." Death crooned, silencing the child while they let out a non-verbal scream. They combusted into flames, their horror-stricken eyes staring at Death itself.
"You have been bestowed a second chance. Go forth, and use it wisely."
A child reborn with Death's authority. Created by other Gods in this one world It has put them into. Death's ghastly white eyes stared into the spot the mortal child had once been.
She awoke with a shriek. Her hand went up to her chest, the vibrations of her heavy breathing thrumming under her palm.
At one moment, she had been in her family's car and in another, all she saw was a firetruck blaring its sirens at them. Boom. Crash. Screaming.
And she wakes up to this floating wendigo monster and gets burnt to death.
Now all she sees are flowers.
She couldn't help but blurt out, "Where the fuck am I?" and moved to get up. Her legs wobbled so she fell down on her front with a yelp, landing in the flowers.
Alarm bells suddenly went off in her mind. Her voice... she suddenly sounds like a child. She scrunched up her face and glanced at her hand, which was very small and kid-like. Before letting out thousands of questions that no one could really answer, the crunching of flowers made her go on high alert.
She saw a young boy covered head to toe in dirty rags that had no place to even be called clothes. He looked poor, homeless maybe.
Even if he looked like he just came back from being rolled around in the dirt, his vivid green eyes held child-like naivety she couldn't describe.
He resembled someone, but she couldn't place the tip of her tongue on who.
The young boy carried a basket over his head filled with fancy golden trinkets that reflected the sunlight. They looked highly expensive.
"So..." She began quietly, "Where are we?"
The boy jumped—surprised. The basket of shiny jewels toppling over and falling onto the flowerbed the two figures stood upon.
"Y—You! You're awake!" He seemed excited for some reason, so she just nodded very slowly. Her eyelids drooped suddenly. She let out a yawn.
"Well, now I want to go back to sleep." An incoming headache came in as she grunted from the intense pain that somehow came out of nowhere. She didn't want to think of anything right now but the feeling in her guts told her to stay awake.
The boy scrambled to get near her, reaching out to grab her arm. She may be half asleep by now, but she recoiled from him. Her eyes closed and unknowingly another force of nature had come into play and slammed the boy away from her.
The boy's eyes widened at the sight of the God of Light standing behind his own creation. The Brother God merely folded his hands.
Warmth encompassed her. A soothing hum filled her senses and her eyes glazed over.
"Sleep." The voice was soft and commanding. It was as unknown as to when she had come face to face with that monster.
She let out a small whimper, receding into the sweet embrace that was sleep.
(Edit: I'm re-editing chapters and adding in things of my own.)
Edited: 12/13/18