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THE PROLOGUE

UNKNOWN PLANE OF EXISTENCE

"Of all the miserable sods out there, you picked this crazy little thing?" Death questioned, staring down at the soul floating before them. The soul fluctuated in Death's shadowy palms, curious and daring, it darted forward and nudged Death.

"A brave, crazy little thing," Death amended, gazing down at the soul in amusement. "I haven't met a soul this brave since Merlin's, and that man was half demon."

Chaos cooed over the soul, it would have been a sweet sight had Chaos not been an enormous abstract construct with far too many hands, no legs, and a poor imitation of a humanoid body. It raised what was supposed to be a human finger but resembled a wrinkled vine to touch the soul.

The soul nudged back.

"I think it's adorable," Chaos said.

Death laughed. It was a terrible laugh, glass shattering, babies crying, a woman sobbing, a man laughing— it was as if the cumulation of every human emotion poured into the existence of a single sound.

"The Fates would be terribly furious by this," Death said.

Chaos was unperturbed. "My dear, I am Chaos."

"I am aware," Death drawled. "But would Magic love this one?"

"Oh, Magic would love this soul," Chaos laughed.

It was terrorising, where Death's made you feel grief and peace all at once, Chaos' has no such mercy. The laughter of Chaos was filled with the amalgamation of everything and nothing at once. Chaos is all the mess of the universe and beyond, but also the thing that binds order together for everything and nothing.

"Magic always loved the terrible, the great, the loyal, the crazy, and the brave," Chaos continued on to say, "I dare say that this little thing resembles all of that."

"The birth of this thing will change everything in this particular universe," Death said. "If only because of that false future you have planted into this soul."

"No need to attack me," Chaos led the soul away from Death's palms and cradled it in his. "It is hardly a false future, just a modified one, falsified into something a mortal can understand."

"This soul would not care for it," Death said.

Chaos grinned, and oh what a terrifying sight it is, "That's why I chose this crazy little thing."

Death stole the soul back. The soul, this crazy and brave little soul, crawled itself up until it rested on what was essentially Death's head. The two primordials watched the actions of the small soul who settled itself comfortably on top of Death.

"Awfully daring," Death commented. "I wonder what family we should place you in?"

"Malfoy?" Chaos suggested. "Oh, no, Dumbledore! Oh, wait, how about the Grindelwalds?"

"I thought you wanted to witness this soul causing chaos, not dying?" Death questioned, unimpressed.

"I doubt it would die that quickly," Chaos brushed him off. "Maybe we should enlist the opinion of Time for this."

"Only if you manage to convince Magic to join," Death begrudgingly agreed. Death was never one to get along with Time or its twin Space. The two of them were rather eccentric and got on Death's nerves, but tend to tone down their eccentricity when Magic is around for some odd reason.

"Done!" Chaos chirped. With the snap of a finger, a ringing sound echoed through the space they were in. It took only a second before Time came running.