So, the old version was removed for accepting the reader's OCs. All one of them. That was only hinted at in two out of over 150 chapters. So, no more of that. At least it gives me a chance to go back through and edit/proof-read more of my early chapters.

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Prologue 2 – Scattered, the Fourteen

The pitter-patter of sandaled-feet echoed throughout the halls of the World Between, nearly drowned out by the shrieks of pain and terror. The young girl* ran down towards the antechamber, panicking and shouting for the Lord of the World Between. "Grandfather! Grandfather! The Guardian is in pain! He won't stop screaming!" Chaos screamed as her touch shattered the antechamber doors.

Her appearance was that of a girl of about 8, with short, brown hair and tattered clothes from her recent discovery of explosives. The assembled Oldé Gods turned and looked at her gravely. The powerfully built man at the head of the long table gave her a long stare, before replying, "We know, Chaos. We've always known that something of this nature would occur for the child. He. has. too. much. POWER!" The last word was shouted with such authority the doors reformed themselves from their splintered remains. "Please stop destroying the doors," Order added wearily.

Chaos started stammering protests when she was promptly interrupted by a wizened old man sitting in the corner, surrounded by green mists. "Silence, you little twit! Back in my day, girls didn't go around explodin' doors an' bustin'n on 'portant meetings by growned adults! Why, in the summer of…" Everyone ignored Pestilence because he really wasn't about to shut up.

Order turned back from glaring at Pestilence to address Chaos again. "Dear girl, Guardian is too young and inexperienced to—" "and these twerps wouldnaw think of being any powerfuler then us Oldé Gods…" mumbled Pestilence from his corner in the rocky room. "—control his power and is overloading. He—" "Was a she, last I checked," gurgled an infant to the right of Order. "— probably doesn't have much time left to exist." At this, Chaos burst into tears and one of the walls collapsed on the still ranting Pestilence. He didn't stop.

Back along the tunnels, in his special chamber, the Guardian slowly stumbled towards the open door. Through the haze of fear and pain in his/her eyes, a spark of fierce determination shone through. Stumbling along the tunnels towards Death's chamber, a room where the souls of the dead pass through, he/she mumbled, "I will survive. I know I can survive. I'll even be ripped apart to do it!" through gritted teeth.

Collapsing in the doorway of Death's chamber (dominated on one side by a large, computer-like device and three doorways, two leading onwards and one leading back to the World Below), he/she crawled towards the ornate door dominated by designs depicting life at its finest and tumbled out onto the top of a mountain. Before him/her, a short figure draped in a black cloak was swinging wildly at the soul of a mountaineer with his scythe, swearing loudly each time he missed.

Fresh waves of pain lanced through the Guardian's body, causing him/her to shriek in pain once again. Death flinched and slipped off the edge of the cliff. With one final scream of pain and defiance, the Guardian lurched upright, flinging his arms out wide. Around him, fourteen pillars of light lanced through the sky.

"Last becomes first, the end becomes a beginning, I—aargh!—end my existence to exist forever!" Finishing with words uttered in a language that would be hard-pressed to be recorded without a camera and some manner of smell capturing device, the Guardian's body shattered into fourteen children, all different from each other at their very core. With one last explosion of light, the children were launched from the mountain top to random spots on the Continent, the Fractured Lands. Scattered, the fourteen lived onwards…

(* - Most Gods have an unusual ability to adjust what they look like to fit their specific path. Chaos, for instance, liked to be pampered and avoid most retributions for her love of making things stop existing** and so formed her body as that of a young girl.)

(** - More specifically, make one thing exist in multiple different pieces, preferably strewn over large distances.)

I guess I should also drop in on my other story, Ben 10: Continuity Break, and remove the OC application stuff there too so it doesn't get taken down as well...