Creation (A PJO Story)

The Creation

Dimiourgos was eager for a friend, or anyone else to speak to. It was lonely, there in the darkness. Then, the idea came to him. Oh yes, he would create a planet! And then create life on it! It would be called Ena, for it being Planet One!

With a single thought, he created a body. A model of his new species. He became that body, and then with a snap of those bony fingers he had just created a big chunk of rock appeared, a green substance starting to grow around it. Tall, leafy bunches grew up and rocks grew high.

He knew that it was perfection.

With another snap of those bony fingers, still an amusement, an edited version of himself appeared. Then another, and another, Male and Female.

While the Gods in the future may have "created" humans, the first humans were not on Earth.

He watched as the new species progressed over thousands of years, him being the king of the planet, governing it perfectly. But he knew, that he had to spread his work of art, Life.

With another snap of his fingers, two beings appeared. One in a black cloak and another in a white one.

The one in white quickly asked, "Who are you? What is this place."

Dimiourgos was eager to explain their duties and their purpose. "You, are named Order. You will spread the negativity this world needs, for nothing can be too good. And you, are to be named Chaos. You will spread the positivity that will counteract the negativity. I expect you to govern together, fairly."

With that thought, the two extremely powerful beings were left behind as their creator vanished.

For billions upon billions of years, Dimiourgos created. But finally, when Chaos took it upon herself to start creating, and created Earth, did he completely vanish. Never to be seen again. Until now.