Many eons had passed and the realm given to Reality is empty but full of shards of reality. Then the shards came into one place, taking form of Aerchn once more. "Is this really reality?" Said Aerchn to himself. He then found himself weeping in that realm of emptiness. "Don't cry, Reality" A voice, suddenly echoing in his heart. "Use your powers once more and create the realm that you've dreamed" Said the voice. "Who are you? What do you want?" Aerchn asked, but there was no answer. He was lost in his thoughts once more.
That sentence the voice said to him still lingers in his mind. "Use your powers once more and create the realm that you've dreamed" After the millionth time that he heard this, he finally used his powers again to create his world.
It all starts with him separating light and dark, day and night, good and evil. He creates grass plains, mountains, seas, and everything that you can imagine. Then the last thing he made was animals, humans and immortals. After that, he separated his conscious form and the surrounding reality. He-
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The Tale of Aevhrien
Fantasy"Before nothingness, I was there Before life, I was there I am not alive nor am I dead Because I am The One Under Control But even if you eventually kill me I will always find my way To get out from that eternal prison"
