Pooh was dumbfounded. He found the room only getting brighter and brighter. There was only one thing he could ask. "Who are you?"

The silver bear didn't answer. It only moved from one spot to another. Swimming through the darkness like it was a giant ocean. The pure white eyes never took off of the small bear. "I'm the beginning of all things. I make oceans and rivers. I make fire and light. I guide those that need my light the most." Its muzzle was only a few inches closer to Pooh's. "You little bear, need it right now."

Pooh looked down in shame. His paws behind his back. "Is it because I got everyone hurt? Isn't it?"

The silver bear nodded. "Yes. Nightplague has been released after all this time."

Pooh could no longer hold back his sorrow. He cried out. His tears ran down his cheeks. He wiped them, but they only came back.

The silver bear rubbed her snout against the sniffling bear. A rumble coming out of her throat. "There. There."

Pooh sobbed into the fur. He turned his head in one direction and then another. He hugged the creature further. "I didn't mean to. I wanted everyone to stop fighting. Now…Honey Maple….Piglet…" His words soon became an undistinguished mess.

A heavy sigh vibrated in the empty space. The silver creature twisted her body around. Her large paws cradled the sad bear. "I suppose you have the right to know." She kissed him lightly, her large tongue taking in Pooh's tears.

"Know what?" Pooh sniffed.

"The birth of this world." The silver bear glanced around. Their dark space rumbled loudly around them. Her breathing began to labor. "I…don't have much time. I've been able to do this for so long." She moved Pooh to her one paw as she raised the other. With one flick, streaks of colorful lights twirled and flickered. Then, they took shape.

A silver figure similar to her stood tall. Next to it was a black and green figure. The silver light moved around with ease. Each step resulted in trees and oceans. The other one simply watched. It was hard to tell if it was grumpy about something or curious. The small figures acted out as she told the story.

"In the beginning," She said. "The world was very much like this. Empty. Dark. Just me and Nightplague in this space." She sat down. "I merely lumbered around for a while until one day…" The silver figure fell down and rolled around. "I noticed that tiny lights had formed from my pelt."

Pooh's eyes widened. "Oh. So you made the stars." Pooh rubbed his head. "Christopher Robin told me that they were merely made from space dust." He flinched as he thought of his friends.

"I let whatever others want to think of my work." The silver being shrugged her shoulders. She watched her little creation create more things. Things that had four legs, two legs or even a pair of wings. "I continued to make more and more new life. It excited me. The houses that were made. The songs they sang." Each word began to take on a bitter tone. Her head lowered. "It didn't last long though."

Pooh tilted his head. What could've happened to cause all the problems in this world?

The green and black wisp began to snap and breathe on the other creatures and trees. It slashed and clawed. Everything fell apart around it. It soon let out a horrific laugh that Pooh can still remember all too well.

"Nightplague thought to create his own image of things," The silver creature curled her claws into the invisible ground. "What he created was disease and hate. He forced the creatures to fight amongst each other. Even the little things, triggered his amusement."

Pooh shivered. He's encountered troublemakers back home. One he remembered the most was Giles Woozel. The man was truly mean to Christopher Robin by the time Chistopher Robin had returned home from the war and started working for his family. The details are blurry in Pooh's very little brain, but he couldn't forget that it was where Christopher Robin had been deeply troubled that day. Now, there was someone worse than Woozle and might destroy everything. "What did you do to stop him?"

The bright eyes dulled for a moment. A mouth twisted in a way that the words were difficult to say. "I split him in two."

Pooh gaped. "You mean…" Pooh made a gesture as if he was ripping a paper in two.

"You can say that." She watched as her smaller self attacked the small Nightplague. Both sides snarled and hissed. In a matter of seconds, Nightplague was now split into Icarus and Echowing. "I've cursed them that they'll be stuck in this form until the end of time. I wanted to give them a permanent punishment, but…" She got onto her hind paws. A large gash was put on her side, running from her inner hind leg and was barely visible around the ribs. "He severely injured me in the process."

"But what happened to the Bad Dream King?" Pooh asked.

The entity sighed. "He was a mere child. A baby Wyvern that lost his family." She bowed her head. "The Wyverns were cursed with a plague that made the majority of them to be turned to stone. His parents had a far worse illness. It destroyed them before they could even have their scales turn into rock."

"That's awful!" Pooh thought for a moment. He scratched his head until a question came to him. "Is that the reason he hates the Starlight Kingdom?"

She nodded. "Yes…Unfortunately, Nightplague has been setting up this hatred for years. He made the other kingdoms plentiful while he created hatred in the Hollow Realm. He created several disappearances so one would blame the other."

"So the void…Wisp's mama…Mageln's mama…It's all because of him." Once Pooh saw her nod. He landed on his rump. "What do I do now?"

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That's a wrap! Don't worry there shall be more to come! Brace yourselves! The next chapter will be a long one!