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[ 3rd Pov ] :
It is Black, it is White, it is Rainbow, it is All and it is Nothing.
It is the Void. Nothing giving birth to Everything, Worlds collidings, some dying, some born. It is the Blind Eternities, where Not-Life and Outer Gods and Un-Existence and All That Was Before and All That Will Be After roams freely, a Sea of Voids, Madness and Chaos. With Worlds as Islands, Multiverses as Continents and Omniverses as Planets.
At the border of a certain World, mundane in every capacity except its ability to imprint the Story of others, a soul, the remnant of one, the beginning of one, unraveling, weaving itself back together, failling and making it, paradoxes of the Voids.
This Soul was not the only one to traverse the World Barrier, but this is the one this Story is about.
One of the Beings inhabiting the Voids grew… Interested, not in the Soul, for it was a mundane one, it could have been any others, but interested in the possibilities of the Soul, what it could be, what it can do, affect, Change.
The Being scooped the Soul from the Voids and stabilized it from its poor state, absently noting others like it doing the same.
Once the Soul gathered itself and became coherent enough to reason with, they struck a Deal together.
The Being would give Potential, Birth and Choices to the Soul, its Only demands ? To Change the Worlds he will be inserted in, for this Being is one of Change, Chaos and Order.
Once the Deal was struck, the Soul Choose its Potential and Birth-World.
Then, the Being put it to sleep and Changed it as asked, inserted where the Soul asked.
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[ 1st Pov ] : Unnamed Soul
...I… Am ?…. I…. Think ?….Knowledge…. Of What ? Of Who ?….Body ? Mind ?….Nothing….Feeling….Something….
A….Being ? Something unimaginable, something Old, something New, something « I » recognize ? No, something i shouldn’t know.
It(?) let me gather my bearings… Once i was more… Stable ? I am not sure i’ll ever be but this is the closest feeling to what It waited for, It Talked, there was no Words, for this was no langage, nothing so… Restrained, no. It explained my situation, why It helped me, what It wanted from me, what i could Gain from this Deal, what i could Lose, that it was neither Fate nor Luck that i was chosen but simply that i am One of Many for Its Experiment, for Its amusement. It needed no Lie, for It was Above me. As It…. « Talked », some Memories, Impressions, Feelings and bit of Knowledge came back to me. Not all, not at once, but enough to know of a world of Steel and Thunder, of Progress and Destruction, of Creativity and Apathy, of Story and Reality.
The Deal was, all thing considered, simple. It would give me the Choice of Potential, Potential for Power, for Apotheosis, for all that i could ever want, but only this, Potential. It would be my own effort to Realise this Potential. Only One Potential though, It did not want Life to be easy for me.
Then, the Choice of Birth, Where, When, Why, Who, to an extent. It would do me no good if i were to have a cushy life, sheltered by parents.
Finally, It would send me Where i have Chosen and task me with One thing, only One, bring Changes to the World. Be they good or bad, Kind or Evil, Selfish or Selfless, It does not care for It only want Changes.
I took the Deal, my returning Memories and Personality influencing this Choice a lot, yet it felt Right, like a deep part of me always wanted an Oportunnity like this one.
For the Potential, i Chose something from a World dear to my Heart and Soul. I Chose the Potential of the Hermit, of Knowledge and Information, of Eternity and Infinity, of Humanity and Divinity.
I developped on how i wanted it to be, adapted potion ingredients and Rituals depending on Where i am, Uniqueness not accomoated but at least linked to me alongside the necessary characteristics for True Godhood .
For Birth, i Chose a crossover of Worlds i Knew, so as to take advantage of theirs Laws.
After all was Said, i Fell Asleep ?. The Being taking me and others where we Chose to.
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[ 3rd Pov ] :
Europe, France :
In an the Hôpital de Blessures et Maladies Magique, a woman is giving birth. She seems to be around 25, tall and black haired, her eyes are sky blue.
It took around an hour before the baby was born. At this she only asked to take him in her arms and talked :
« Your name shall be Elvyraël, Elvyraël Gustav, my little Treasure, may you be as Bright as your father, and a Guardian to your loved ones. »
As she talked, the baby opened his eyes, beautiful blue eyes the color of a clear sky, dotted with a mysterious purple and golden pupils.
« Yes, you will be Bright and Great, my Precious Treasure, your father will be proud of you, i assure you. »
Only after noticing the baby dowsing off did she stop talking and started singing softly a lullaby, lulling him to sleep.
Once the baby fell asleep, she turned her gaze to the windows, where the light started to shimmer and gather, forming the outline of a person.
Out of it appeared the father of her baby.
They looked at each other in silence, until the new arrival started talking.
- « Can i ask what is his name ?
- His name is Elvyraël, our little Treasure.
- He is beautiful, but…. While being in Europe won’t attract as much attention… You should still…
- You will not tell me how to raise MY son ! Bad enough that you won’t be there for him, do not try to separate us before he is old enough !
-But he’ll need the training ! And he won’t be alone.
- No is no ! I will raise and protect him well on my own, no need for your help !
-…. Fine, i will try to come when possible.
-As long as you don’t atract attention to us. Now leave.
-...Fine, i can see when i am not wanted… Goodbye, Elise, i Loved you.
- I did too, still do. What we had was beautiful, was all i wanted, but…. It was not meant to last. Goodbye, may you always carry a piece of me in your heart.»
His body turned gold, disapearing like particles of light in the sky.
Her time with him has ended, now, she needed to concentrate on her baby.
And yet, in their argument, neither noticed the eyes, wide open, of the baby, far more aware that a newborn should, as if he could understand the discussion. Once the father left, the baby’s eyes closed once more, falling in the embrace of Sleep.