One day, a world was created. One of great power with only one weakness, its creator. The god of this world waved his hand to create dirt, then water, and finally trees and grass.
“Beautiful..” The Creator thought to himself as he then spawned wooden houses. “And finally so they appreciate who gave them this-” the creator made a church with great stone doors in front. “There.”
Smiling while fully satisfied he began to turn away before raising an eyebrow and huffing to himself.
“It’s no fun if I don’t get into it…” The Creator convinced himself. “Might as well just then..” He created a man.
A man, lean and fit. With brown hair and blue eyes.
“You shall be their hero.” He whispered to himself while waving a hand to create people, families. “Of course however I’ll need somewhere to settle down with my new.. Brother. Little brother of course.”
The Creator spawned a house with a woman that he named, Mother. He teleported the man down there with them, and finally himself.
This began the dawning of the century
