chapter 1, a battle for existence and the recovery of a life lost

Darkness. A void without beginning or end folding infinitely In front of it around a pinprick of light as if all the darkness wished to do is consume the light and return the order of stillness, of darkness. Yet even with this sight that it could not truly comprehend in front of it, that was not what consumed its mind. No, what almost smothered all other thoughts from its mind, what truly almost consumed its thoughts. was the COLD. a Freezing that ripped at its very being as if the concept itself wished to rip away its existence and wipe it away like a smudge off a perfected piece of black paper.

even with these impossibility's, even with this torturers thing that even the hell's must aspire to become, the small fragments of memory that pierced the veil of pain like shattered pieces of a mirror reminded it of what it once was. Of WHO it once was. Reminded them of love, of happiness and most of all a driving ANGER that burned in spite of the freezing omnipresence that wanted its extinction. It pushed these feelings, these memories, towards its anger in defiance of it all. A driving force only focused on two things, two constant driving forces, a will to keep on existing … no a complete NEED to keep on going, to push further, to be more and a NEED to remember itself... themselves... HIMSELF to push past the cold and warping darkness and move onto being HIMSELF in his truest form. HIS truest self.

With that final thought, that final push of will of anger and drive, the small orb of light that held unsteadily against the torrent of nonexistence and entropy shattered and expanded becoming a pure flame of white-hot will and fury. defiant in the face of oblivion he pushed the flame open further battling against the shifting fabric of the void and the absoluteness of the cold, carving a corner of the endless void and entropy for itself.

whilst this battle of existence raged forward, small strands of tissue were being formed in the centre of the flames, like metal wire being strung together in the hearth of a furnaces fire, and as more and more memories flooded his existence, bound themselves together to form a heart of memory.

From the construct of the heart, he remembered his name and fragments of his life, James Whitestone son of Jasmine Whitestone and Richard Whitestone and brother to younger sister Dorothy Whitestone. 18 years old and studying …. a pain flared forward, and the flames faltered for a fraction of a second as his concentration diminished slightly, but still he knew he had to keep fighting to keep trying he HAD to remember that life... that love and so he pushed the flames forward, harder, faster, further and to remember more. Though he did not remember his studies he remembered his loves and likes, he remembered the devotion of his family.

Of a mother working as a nurse only to help those in need and raised both him and his sister to be open minded and empathetic. training them about small amounts of medical practices.

Of a father doing his job from 6 to 10 to put food on the table and getting pure joy from the glint in his and his sister's eyes when he told them of a vacation to a place they wanted to go or even their walks in the park so they could talk about life and enjoy the company of one another.

Of a little gremlin of a sister that loved to explore and get in trouble playing pranks and making chaos with a little smirk that told you she new exactly what she was doing. always needing to hear a good story before bed to calm her down.

He remembered his love of reading and immersing himself further into the fantastical stories of pen to paper or finger to keyboard, of new worlds opening his imagination to fantasy and history of these worlds shrouded in mystery and adventure.

As if enraged by the developing flame and emerging memories the darkness seemed to tighten further together like a noose and the cold seemed to increase even further past its unholy chill started to drive back the flame and his will in force, getting closer and closer to the newly created heart and closer to its goal of all-consuming null. And when this writhing mass of void and clawing hand of frozen death consumed almost all the flames and grasped for the constructed heart before it, emotionless eyes appeared so to observe the return to its peace. the heart began to beat.

Holding onto the memories binding the heart together and the flood of memories pumping through it, the heart hammered on. memories of love, of friendship, of family, of knowing that he did not want these things to fade away, of determination to keep pushing away the cold dark entropy and as sanity slipped away and all that was left was determination, anger and memory's. the heart hammered on. the flames screeching out in defiance "NO!".

With every hammering pulse, the flames grew larger and more intense burning forth and radiating heat, hope and anger past this thing that wished for him to stop existing and seemed to slip into a crack in the void radiating LIFE. Reaching forward like a spectral hand the flames gathered forward around the crack and the heart soon followed shooting forward through the flames. Arriving in front of this new sensation.... this new existence, this crack seemed to resonate off him and pull it into itself like a loving mother hugging a lost child, all the while he felt the strain of the fighting start to disappear as a azure glow radiated off of the crack and started to fight off entropy and void. Drawn to the feelings radiating off the crack and the stable inviting warmth pulsing forth from its presence he entered with renewed hope and vigor finally gaining back his sanity, in full force he fell forward into the crack. And disappeared.

With him exiting the void the crack seemed to mostly close and slip away, all the while the cold and void vibrated in a rage and the blue soulless eyes stared at the remaining sliver of crack he left from.

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Under a mostly quiet starry night sky, a small winding river sat between two towering mountains slowly flowing towards the sea as a slight glow reflected off the river. the ranged seemed as if it where created by hand and the perfect flow of the river was unnerving but even stranger still if anyone were their to look towards the sky, next to the moon, a small crack seemed to open and a white glowing heart seemed to slip through and fall towards the floor at a constant speed, as if it was not affected by gravity's pull, leaving a slight trail behind it. As it met the ground softly it seemed to flash in a white blinding light and as the flash dissipated the heart seemed to have disappeared yet in contrast to this spectacle the quiet world continued without regard.

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the core had settled, the plates where placed, the oceans where filled, the ground was laid, the mountains had formed, the supporting life was created and spread upon the world. it was time for the others to start creating whichever beings they wished to populate these new lands and the mind to balance them so that this world may last millennia to come.