The Paint Queen

The Beginning

In the beginning, there was nothing. The universe was a mass of black, no worlds, no stars, no galaxies to separate the aliens from the humans. A galaxy was made from old mistakes, the humans dead and gone, from killing themselves off, as they opened up towards a new world. Humans, hybrids, anthros, even species that were never heard of before had been made, living together in peace and harmony. This world was called Faerous.

A man, Hulios Genoma, was a Griffin thirsting for power over all. He wanted the humans to suffer, wished to rule over all and every race. Many sided with his beliefs, others did not and followed a woman called Julias Kinna, a simple human woman with above-average looks and more intellectual. They fought with each other, from bickering to pranks to debates to so much more. It became out of hand, as the people wished to side with one or another and have some type of ruler to make peace across the land, as more fights for dominance broke out all over the land of Faerous. Irritated and wishing for a means to an end, the Great War of Fae broke out.

Hulios and Julias were the leaders of both of the sides. A clash of hybrids against humans and then purebreds turned into complete mayhem as each side forgot what they were fighting for and who was their enemy or friend. This lasted for over a month, from bombardments to full-on face-first clashes with sword and shield. A ruler was not declared, because on the month of Harvest, the leaders killed one another. Neither of the sides had won, and they did not find out 'till later notice that both leaders were in fact, lovers, and wanted to make peace together but could not satisfy the masses. Thus, resulting in their own suicides, side by side, in the middle of the battlefield.

So much blood and tears and sweat was lost throughout this battle. Love and hate mixed so far into the middle of it, there seemed to be a heavy mist hanging over all the dead bodies, in the mass of decay and death. Blood, ranging from all of the colors, from neon, to blue, to red, to yellow and even white, mixed together with all this death and formed an unseemingly grotesque pile of blood, pulsing and squirming. From this, cries were heard, as soldiers, splattered in one another's blood, found these cries to be three children. Three children made from the lost blood and love in this war, three children made completely of liquid, love, hate, and so much more.

They brought these children from the battlefield, claiming they were gifts from their departed leaders Hulios and Julias, their children, if there was such a thing. From this, they named them accordingly. The black and white one, named Monna Chrome; the extra bright one, Neonaa Pulse; and the rainbow one, Xenathoian Styx. These children were taken in and raised by many. They were new; no one knew how to deal with them, especially in the state of grief that their world was in. A couple who was raising them had a plan, and explained it to everyone. "They came from the Unholy War." Cried the old man in rags with plucked brown wings. "This means they are fated to be our rulers." Said the woman with the snake eyes and lizard tail.

From this, everyone came to the conclusion that these children were gifts to a hopeful future. Until they hit the age of acceptance though, they were unfit to rule. But it did not take long. Once they had a grip on how to talk, walk, and learn, they grew. Exponentially fast. From this, in five month's time, the future had come. Xenathoian, shortened to Xena, stepped up first and decided to make a monarchy. Not any monarchy though. It would be a jointed monarchy, where many kingdoms would be made up and would team together to make a council of world leaders to make world laws and meet about events and how to go about it.

Monna came after her, wishing to make her own kingdom, a sub-kingdom, as the rest of them would be, called Monochrome Kingdom. She took in those that were shunned from not enough color and/or were humans and they lived in peace under the Paint Kingdom, as Xena had named it. For color was the most important thing in this world, and she had learned about her power to give and take color from others, either stripping them of color or worse. Neonaa, calling herself Neon, became a princess in the Paint Kingdom, deciding she was not fit enough to rule on her own and helped her sister co-rule the Paint Kingdom, being a step-in for the male counter-part.

From this came more kingdoms that spread across the land, all in peace with one another, more or less, and the disturbance of the land and the Great War of Fae had brought much death along with much creation. The kingdoms had finally settled into their parts after 500 years, many of the predecessors dying and having their child rise up to the top for them. The Paint Kingdom and Monochrome Kingdom were stopped in time though. As the years went by, the two queens and princess simply did not pass into the afterlife. They grew, and gained wisdom, and had no end to their age, so it became clear; the Paint Kingdom was one not to be dealt with and was considered the Great Kingdom, ruling over all other kingdoms.

This is how the null void became something spectacular, and our story starts on the 60,000th birthday of the Paint Queen, Monochrome Queen, and Paint Princess.