Tried of the bullshit that is exile, Tommy sets out to find someplace to start anew; after all, as long as he doesn't step foot in L'Manburg or Dream SMP, Tommy can go anywhere.
What he doesn't expect to find, is you.
And boy, was there much more to...
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• CHAPTER ZERO •
| Beginnings |
Once upon a time, long before there was any life on this lushful world, there was a Being. A rather lonely Being.
This Being had been pieced into creation by others of higher stature that were far, far above the Being; one a mortal mind could never even begin to comprehend without being sent spiralling into madness.
When the Being was first brought into this universe, they bore no form, for they did not know of such a thing. He was all by Himself in this vast and ever-growing universe. He was but an infant some would say, just freshly created.
But unlike an actual infant, this Being had been crafted with a purpose.
Time did not yet exist for there was no suns, or stars, nor planets that littered this vast ever-expanding universe He had been gifted. As this Being grew older, however, He began to learn, grow, evolve into more than just a simple consciousness.
He learns to harness His powers, taking His time to delicately craft each and every star and planet to fill the dark void that His home is.
And yet, something was missing, He realises after long years of creating, where these planets simple rotate around their dedicated stars.
This can't do, He thinks to Himself for there was no one but Him.
And thus, He breathed life into these planets. What once He had been gifted by those above Him, He now passed onto his universe.
And life sprouted.
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Still, aeons passed by as He watched life evolve and grow and learn just as He once had.
He watched as civilisations rose and fell. As species died out and others came into being. A planet that had thrived with His magic; there could be nothing better.
Something is missing still, He thinks in frustration. But what more could He want? He was worshipped and loved; looked to for guidance. He enjoyed those minute interactions with the lives He had helped craft into being.
