A long long time ago, in a galaxy light years away, there was a hunk of rock. Some may call it a planet but the only life it had was grass and two inch long butterflies. It was a very small world in the middle of nothingness. But our story is not here, yet.
Our story starts when another planet light years away from this formed. It was just rock, a large meteoroid. A woman stood on it. Her eyes filled with controlled anger and huge comets of power flowed through her very veins. She crafted her own staff from her own magic, a dark purple. When she held it, the very magic would sometimes drop onto the ground, a sparkly purple goo. Whenever it hit the ground, life would form. Sometimes plants and sometimes animals.
She held her staff and raised it above her head, she then thrust it into the ground. Grass grew all over the planet then water, then plants, then animals. Tall trees grew around her and her curly black hair flew behind her. The purple magic flowed through the cracks of the planet as it did in her. She stood still and soon her magic flowed over her, creating a cocoon. Her screams were masked by the cracking of the planet. Soon, the entire planet was filled with life and had an atmosphere that protected the inhabitants from space. She remained and her eyes turned a dark purple. You could see cracks in her eyes and they grew by the minute. Her whole body morphed into a thick tree trunk. Her hair curled even more to form thin branches with leaves on the edges. Her hands and fingers grew longer and formed more branches with tons and tons of leaves. Her mouth and nose became tree knots but her eyes still stayed the same. The cracks in her eyes grew more in quantity until she couldn't take it anymore. Her iris turned to glass and another scream was heard. Her eyes had shattered and the purple glass flew onto the ground. The glass turned to purple roses and she became fully a tree. In the place where her eyes were, was a carved hole filled with nothing. And everything suddenly grew silent, except for the chirping of birds and the trickling of water...

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