Light.
The very first thing that it saw.
Light emanating from the fractures of the celestial rocks above, the ones floating far above the sky.
It painted a beautiful painting of tranquility and serenity.
As condensed forms of hot air began to fly under it, the light was temporarily blocked causing darkness to cover all around it.
It was at that moment that it looked around its surrounding area before noticing the form it was in.
Protruding limbs came out of its main body yet the limbs end at a small area.
As it moved the 4 limbs around, it noticed the discrepancy between it and the area it was in.
A tiny creature was passing through its body as if it were air, their colorful wings and the simple antennas on the top shifting here and there as if sensing for any unwelcome intruders.
That knowledge aside, it used one of its upper limbs to touch said creature only to find it pass through once again.
This meant that it was not able to interact with the creature or any creature.
Looking ahead of it was a form of an organism that was rooted at the ground with it's own limbs forming green colored materials surrounding it. The fact that it was smaller than it proved to be a different sort than the tall thick ones it had seen nearby.
As it went towards it, it raised one of the two lower limbs, the ones that kept it upright and passed through it.
It meant that it could not interact with anything other than the very thing it was standing on.
At that moment, the very first thing it saw, came to fall on it.
And it looked up, at the celestial body above.
"Light."
It spoke its very first words.
It spoke.
Knowledge of the general area and things came up, flashing in it's mind.
Then words came to the being, newly made and forged as an agreement to two beings not of this world yet who watch over it.
One directly related to the creators.
The other was the sole reason of it's creation.
And what was it's purpose for creation ?
Living.
For a moment, it found itself in a dull void bereft of the natural surroundings of a forest or the overview of the sky itself.
It was somewhere where light was plenty but it did not like this.
It did not like the feelings the light had brought upon this place.
Form.
The very basis of all living things.
The basic one needed for interaction.
The one thing needed to possess something that it could not do earlier.
The very thing it was not able to do.
Looking ahead it seems there had been 4 different beings in front of it, all sealed within a space yet all too different from each other.
Two were smaller than the other yet each held very different things within their forms.
One of the smaller ones gave off the feeling of light, the very same from the sky earlier.
But it was in a small form similar to it.
The other small one however had something flowing within it's entire structure making it impervious to change of the world, in a way it reminded of itself.
An observer.
It did not like that.
It looked to the other tall ones.
One looked imposing but the aura it carried gave the opposite feeling off the celestial body above the sky. But it also gave a somewhat comforting feeling in this dull emptiness.
The other form gave a sense of disorder and chaos.
It seemed like it would cause too much pain to maintain such a form.
Yet the form also evoked the sense of curiosity much like itself and was therefore very pulling.
The four choices.
It was the decision left by it's creator.
Forged by the Mother otherwise known as the TREE.
These forms were not the only ones given to it.
But these were the beginning.
So it made it's choice.
The moment it went towards the one evoking the light, memories of the original flowed into it.
So this was a clone.
A duplication of the original who does not appear to exist in the very world it was sent too.
Ideals, goals, friendships all of them bonded by memories were now present in it.
In him.
But he was not him.
He is not the original.
HE is a Blank Slate.
He has memories of the original. Memories when his creator had met the original and their twin.
The impressions they left and tales they spoke of.
'A pair of traveling twins from beyond the stars, made of stars and will return to it.'
It seemed that their journey has made an impact into it-his creator.
And for that reason, he has been given this form to choose.
Yet this form is not common among the many worlds these traveling twins have gone through, yet due to their unique characteristics and physical properties they are able to adapt to any situation.
A truly fit being.
His bright golden eyes began to glow and his soft blonde hair which had been twisted into a long ponytail behind his head had glowed as well.
Energy surged inside him, his once formless body becoming as close to the original, all manner of speech imprinted into him and thoughts, ideas, memories all being filtered to make it-him pure.
Those defining ideologies that separated him from the original were kept separate in his mind despite the merge. He could see them like watching through a thin glass yet he cannot agree with them because he himself has no idea what to think about it.
To him, it is like reading off a script someone has written and he is a well played actor playing the role.
'Their purpose in this world is to...'
'To Live.'
The mother of this world was talking with his creator and for some reason he is hearing snippets of the conversation.
'Very well, this will be interesting.'
...
And once again, he was out of the dull bright void and into the world he had woken up from.
He has no idea of where he is. But he has a general overview of how each world works thanks to the form he has chosen.
But as he stood up, he felt something brushing against his fee-shoe.
His shoe.
He had clothes now.
Unconventional clothes but very comfortable.
His reasoning of wearing clothes was similar to his predeccessor.
The twins too thought little of clothes and wondered why so many races made a huge fuss over them.
So they made their own.
But something was different.
As he got on his knees, he began to touch the ground with his new hands.
And he felt them.
The feeling.
THE TOUCH.
Every miniscule of dirt was rubbing against his fingers and he could feel them.
Feel them all.
And he loved it.
Something broke up ahead and he moved his head upward.
It felt different.
He could hear things.
It was a very defining experience.
But right now, something else captured his attention.
A large black being similar as a wolf.
It was right in front of him.
Its face being covered in a hardened white mask, eyes filled with chaotic energy giving off the sense of destruction.
Yet it looked at him in curiosity.
Even though, his predecessor's form had given him the intuition that this was a dangerous situation, his own curiosity had overridden his fight or flight impulse.
And luckily it seemed the beast was curious as him as well.
It sniffed the air then stared at him.
It came closer and began to growl softly before licking it's lips and licking the dirt.
Then it pulled it's tongue out and looked around him before coming closer to him.
Driven by an instinct to touch, he did so and found the foul appendage from its mouth touching his palm, making it wet.
He liked it.
As he turned his hand towards his face, he smelled something foul. So he went closer and sniffed it.
It gave a smell of rusted iron and a feeling that caused said being to shudder and mimic the action of vomiting.
Death and Despair, his mind had told him.
This beast was no animal.
It was a killer but for a more specific purpose.
Unlike following the natural order of things it followed the order to destroy and desecrate.
It's purpose was specific reminiscent to his own.
Yet not attacking him was one that he was also curious off.
His predecessor's memories helped.
It gave many thoughtful answers and insights as to why a creature existed, yet he has to find the truth on his own.
Then this shall be his first step.
In order to live, he will learn the reasoning behind killing.