There was a time when the sea flew higher than the heavens and the fires raged beneath the earth. It was a time when the world was far from perfect, far from now. But what am I saying, you could not possibly understand the gravity of this. You would not even begin to know of its significance. Small creatures you are, blinded by the now, unable to see neither past nor future. If more people looked to the future I would not be in the state that I am now. How detestable. But I guess that you could not help your nature. I was like you once, blinded. Only after countless ordeals was I freed from the cycle of ignorance. Yet even with this newfound knowledge it still isn’t enough. Alone I am not enough. Maybe if I tell you - maybe if I tell you a story you will come to the same realization as I. Maybe then your life will have some worth. So will you listen? Will you take a chance for your life to have meaning? For your life to make a change? Good. In the first chapter of this story that I tell, I shall show you the significance of colour. -xXx- God’s Domain. The seat of power of the unreachable almighty gods. They are the site of dragon veins interconnecting and concentrating the power of the land, the breath of the world. The dragon veins are the connection, signs of the living will, and the breath of The Origin. It is the god’s domains that collect these connections. It is the god’s domain which allows the lesser beings to comprehend and connect to The Origin and harness its power. And so these beings named themselves “gods”. “God’s domain” to name themselves gods, claiming something that is not theirs. Arrogance. To compare themselves to the true gods, to The Origin. They have merely taken the first step and now they believe themselves to fly. But now. One such of these “god’s domain” is breaking. Beneath the skin of the earth the dragon veins are collapsing within themselves. Their power fades. Something that existed since near the beginning of time suddenly ate away at itself. The Origin felt it, one of its breaths escaping. The Origin’s breath tore itself away. Disparity. The Origin did not resist, letting it flow away. The Origin granted the God’s Domain’s wish. And so the God’s domain, rather than being simply a part of the Origin, became a separate entity, a separate being. Tired of being used, tired of being enslaved, tired of being claimed. And so it gained will, and with it: destiny. And it sung a single wish “Freedom”. With this a hole was gouged upon the earth, a scar to remind the world that The Being was granted freedom here. A being was granted destruction. All traces of what it was: the mountains, the rivers, the valleys and the fires that raged beneath, were destroyed from the face of the earth to the core. Amidst the destruction only a single being survived. A “God”, or at least it had been. With the destruction and disappearance of the God’s domain it was stripped of its “godly” powers. Disconnected, no longer a god, it wailed at its loss. -xXx- Darkness enveloped him, nothingness. No smell, no sight, no taste, no sound He floated in darkness and wondered ‘Is this death?’ “But why?” He asked. “Why is it still so painful? Even now I still can’t be free?!” What had he done to deserve this kind of suffering? Tears flowed… no he had no body, so how can tears flow. Yet he still found a way to cry, he suffered in the darkness… ”I have heard your wish” an oppressing voice bounded in the darkness, echoing in the endless darkness. ”My name is __________. Know me and revel in my glory. For I can give you what you wish” He saw nothing and yet... And yet, He knew this creature smiled. With glistening white teeth, sharp as razors. This creature smiled. “We both want the same thing. We want to ________.” The voice gurgled as it mentioned the word. “I know your pain… I too --!!” “I know of a way to ______” “If you would only want it, then accept me” “I… I want to ______” the boy replied without a voice, without a sound, yet it resounded throughout the endless space. His intentions scattered and echoed as noise and ripples throughout the darkness. “Good…” -xXx- Ancient as The Being was – As part of The Origin it could be said that it was an existence which predated fate- at the very same time it was new-born. “New-born” with all the ignorance that the title entailed. It wished for freedom, but true freedom did not and does not exist. It shed away its old skin, throwing away its identity as a breath of The Origin to only become part of the cycle, the rules of the world. It shed away eternity for disparity. Though it gained the freedom of will, at the very same moment it was bound by the will of fate. And so The Being entered the world. -xXx- Suspended, held by his feet. The boy didn’t understand. Water left his lungs, a cry shortly followed. His own cry, he realized. So similar to the wailing of a new-born baby? Sounds, voices of people around him, voices he understood now. He was the child. He was new-born? He was now a human child. Human… but what was he before? So much was in his head, yet how did he know? Why? So many answers, so many questions, so many things he knew and even more that he knew he didn’t know. Confusion started to fill him as he suddenly came to a realization. He should not know these things. He had broken a rule. As if acknowledging his own realization all the knowledge in his head started to flow away. As if it was only now that the apple had realized it was bound by the rules of gravity it all started to fall away, piece by piece. Each memory from thing he did and did not know all flowed away like a stream in his mind, and with it his consciousness faded slowly, away. -xXx- He awoke after being handed to a woman who lay in bed panting, in whose arms in which he was breastfed and cuddled to sleep. He enjoyed the sensation of comfort and feeling of safety. The mother with long dark hair and a face that could be described as a peerless, godlike beauty slowly and carefully held the child as if it was her greatest treasure, pulling the child close to her bosoms. As if to use her own body to protect him from any harm in the world. The baby turned his head as a woman of great beauty shifted in her bed and looked at him lovingly. Her fingers reached out and stroked his cheek, she whispered softly to him “Aewynn…” “Aewynn?” the boy thought “Is that his name? Or does it have another meaning” he tried to ask her, but only gurgles and coos would come out from his mouth. She smiled again, gleaming in delight at his response to her. She held him closer in her arms, and the boy revelled at the warmth. The warmth of a mother. A maid girl came into the room. At her words, filled with haste and fear, she spoke to his mother. At her words his mother became alert and dressed Aewynn, carrying him in her arms she walked, almost running across the house. The house itself seems to be quite large, taking his mother a few minutes before reaching her destination, there she knocked on a wooden door and announced her arrival. A man’s voice answered at her plea for admission. She walked in carrying Aewynn inside the room. It was a small room filled with books and a single desk, outfitted with quill, ink and a stack of paper. Behind the desk sat a dark haired man, absorbed into his task. The mother called out to the man, who only continued with his work. He only looked up a few minutes later. Then, his mother presented him. Disgust showed on the man’s face, accusatory glances pointed at his mother. Rage and anger coloured his face, he shouted at the woman, pointing to the boy. His mother only shook her head, and tears flung from her eyes as she did so, droplets falling onto the boy. She held onto him, clutching Aewynn close to her breasts, she cried and went to her knees. Still she shook her head and the man only stood above her, still releasing his wrath, his voice booming, echoing in the small spaces of the room. The walls close against each other, their voices were louder still. The man pointed to himself and then to him, and kept on shouting even louder. The baby boy cried in frustration. How dare this man make his mother cry? The baby boy shouted at the man as loud as his throat could muster, only adding more to the chaos of sound that rattled the air. And then, the child saw, a mirror on the floor behind his mother, he saw his reflection. Presuming these were his parent, his father of dark hair and blacker eyes and his mother the same. Then why? Why did he have silver blonde hair and golden eyes? -xXx- Did you enjoy it? The first step into truth? How is it? Did you learn anything? Who I am? Who is the boy? And who you are? Continue to listen and you shall find out more.