In the beginning, there were no people. No planets. But most importantly, there was no magic. The only thing there were the stars. They ruled what there was of the galaxy.
One day, the biggest star (our sun), made a giant eruption. The eruption caused rocks to fly and crash into each other.
Eventually, a planet was formed. He called it 'Mars'. He continued to do this until there was planets all over the galaxy. He called one of them 'Earth'. All the stars gathered and decided what to do with 'Earth'. All the other planets had a purpose, even the moon! One star said "We shall give it a magnificent purpose. One that will go down in history and be remembered forever."
"Yes, I agree, it's purpose will not be forgotten!" Said another.
"We shall give it... MAGIC!" Another cried. And all the other stars agreed. The biggest star made people and gave them all kinds of powers. He even made dark powers, but locked them in a small island. But evil always has a way of escaping, and as time went on, all good magic was gone. All the stars grew angry with their king (the largest) and locked him in a dark, endless hole. They called it the black hole. They said all bad things that their king created would go through the black hole. But as I said, evil always has a way of escaping, and barley any of the evil left with the king. 'Earth' was bad, and there was nothing the stars could do about it. Or so they thought...
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The stars
Short StoryThis is part of a story my awesome friend wrote and I wanted to see if anyone liked it :)
