Chapter 17: The First Creatures Gone Mad

The Highest High is in simpler words: God. Who no one ever saw and interacted with, not directly at least. The Highest High has different shapes in different minds. People make beliefs and religions but at the end of the day, The highest High is the one that created love and good. So basically, every good thing is for them.

    God, who have different shapes in different minds like Allah or Jesus or Mother Nature or anything else that people believe in. The truth of the world is that no religion is real and no religion is fake. Each of them has its goods and all the goods are from The Higher High.

    Things such as sharing and helping good people and taking care of the elders are things that are considered good everywhere and that's what The Highest High is. Just perfect goodness. But that doesn't mean their creatures will be perfect.

    When the world was first created, unlike what many people liked to think, angles or humans weren't the first creatures that The Highest High first created the magic. The pixies.

    Pixies―some people also call them Nature Spirits―were the first to walk on earth. They took care of trees and grew them. They had everything. As the pieces of evidence that the supernatural world found years after the incident show, pixies were happily alone and alongside each other until the first animals came.

    Simple creatures were the first walking creatures after the pixies that The Highest High made. Pixies took care of the little ones too. They were made to care for nature and bring beauty and love to the world. It all was great until the bigger ones came.

    That was the first push toward one of the greatest events in Earth's history.

    Pixies were lovely creatures made to rule the world for keeping it running with peace. But every creature of The Highest High has the bad type. Nothing is perfect. Nothing can be perfect. But one can be perfect for one another or simply for one event.

    It was then when the more powerful creatures hunted the smaller ones who didn't have the power to hunt that the first pixie found her dark side.

    Her name was Willow Wellbeloved, also known as Double W, also known as DW for shorter. She was the first one to ask for a revolution but back then, the humans weren't there. It was simply animals who couldn't talk their language. No one paid her any attention but saying her idea out loud was enough to strike something in others too.

    And then, the world that pixies knew fell apart. The new world, the new Earth, had creatures like them with wings and minds more intelligent than them. It wasn't that much of a big thing. Angles lived in another dimension. In their own universe.

    But some were angry. Why would The Highest High make creatures for protection when pixies were there?

    For a short amount of time, some people burned the trees and forests as a sign of disagreement with The Highest High's choice, and yet, they got no answer and the result of their revolution would've taken years to repair.

    But after some time, the pixies realized that the burned forests may recover but the damage to the big creatures was not repairable. They weren't coming back and that angered many of the high pixies. It was simply gone. And their new world was gone before the pixie race could get used to it.

    But soon, the humans came. And the werewolves. And the vampires. And the fairies. And many other creatures.

    Pixies embraced the new world with a bittersweet affection. They ruled for protection and peace for years and years and after years of peace and harmony a darkened Queen with glowing eyes and snowy white skin, Darcy Francis Sophia Juliette Rose the Fifth, started to want more.

    More power. More respect. More coins. More everything.

    She awakened what was sleeping in the other pixies' hearts for years and overtook the world. It was easy. They had the most powerful source of magic, The Heart of Earth, with them. The other races had no other choice but to obey. Anyone who stood in the way would die by the hands of earth.

    But then the humans grew more intelligent. They learned from the fairies' magic, werewolves' strength, Vampire's sight to upgrade themselves. And that's how the rebellion started from all around the world.

    Anyone who got the chance killed as many pixies as they could. There was no regret. Pixies now were just beautiful on the outside but their hearts and eye were pitch black now. Now, they only had nothing but the power to take over something that didn't belong to them.

    With the humans' knowledge and newfound power, the other creatures raised against the pixies too. And soon the other races managed to kill every last one of the pixies together. And the world was finally free. Or so they thought.

    As the history notes say, "As soon as it started, it ended. Then started again, and ended."

    With no one to rule, the races started to fight. There was only one crown and one mainland. One person, one race. That's when The Highest High―though it's still not proven that it was him or simply just the magic of balance―tore apart the world.

        Different races. Different worlds. Different dimensions. Different universes. With humans on every dimension to bring the balance that the magic universes need.

    The world finally found a balanced peace.

    There is no pixie to ever ruin it. There is no pixie to ever try to get it back. No pixie will ever try to ruin the balance. No pixie will ever ruin the dimensions and mix it again because pixies are gone. Their race was torn apart millions of years ago.

    Right?