Birth

origin

sixty-five million years ago,

on the edge of the galaxy, a mass of pure magic, barely sentient, roamed the bright, infinite vacuum of space. free, full of life. no one could ruin its path, not one being would put an end to it. after all, it was relatively harmless, in relation to anything else that then existed. who would bother?

as it wandered untamed it drew close to the intense flames of the sun. it prepared to take a farewell. its need to explore its endless universe grew by the second, it had little time to spare, after all!

but as it was about to reach the brilliant star, three shapes stole out of the light. these were the gods: the beings of order that did not take kindly to things they had no control over. they would see to it that this thing making its way through their kingdom would be put into its place.

the mass of darkness? its instinct was to run.

and so it fled, frantically. it had to get away from these monsters. perhaps hiding in clouds of space dust would prove successful? perhaps they would not notice and leave it alone?

no. they had seen it. surely they had seen it take that hiding place. it shot from the smog and continued to run.

behind where they were gaining, it could sense holy weapons being drawn.

it couldn't fly any faster, it was a baby.

arrows of hot energy shot through its middle, hotter than the sun they were created in. for the first time the mass felt pain...such excruciating pain.

blasts from the other two gods followed. why was this happening? what had it done to warrant this assault?

it had no choice. it wasn't going to be able to escape, it was trapped by its own pain. it shifted its massive form and threw sloppy, poorly aimed tendrils at its attackers. its blows were easily handled, its extensions hacked off effortlessly.

the one with arrows began to draw more. at last an opening! a tendril hit the blue god, but it didn't know what it was doing, all it knew was that it wanted them to stop, it would make them stop! it failed, its defense halted by an attack, it tried again and failed again, it tried and failed again and again and over and over until it was nearly depleted.

why was this happening? why? was this all just for the amusement of these three gods? for what reason did it have to suffer? it had done nothing and planned to do nothing. why then was it condemned?

it had to get away. it had to survive. it had to. it would not be taken care of so easily! it would not give these monsters the satisfaction of destroying it just because they could!

and just like that its determination was met with success...albeit nearly insignificant. a fragment of its once grandiose self fell away and stopped burning so painfully...

it was helpless to assist itself further. its main body gave up on the battle...and was completely obliterated. but that small piece won out, and it was so far and so small that those gods had not even noticed it slipping past, and it was now very far away.

so it desperately searched for a new home, far away...so obscure that the entity had to be sure it would not be followed there.

it came upon a galaxy not unlike its old one. its star was just as big, shone just as bright...but there was no master here. as far from home as this star was, the notion that the same gods ruled it was ridiculous.

it fell to the planet that seemed most friendly, most welcoming. not too warm or too cold. this world sustained life! the being could find help there! it could find anything! it could...bond with this world.

on the way down it saw strange animals. it greeted them warmly but was met with no answer. it smashed into the ground and killed nearly everything. it hadn't meant to! alone again...but wait! what were these things? long protrusions sticking from the soil...trees. it greeted these trees, and again felt no answer. was there nothing that could understand it here? was it doomed to an existence of solitude on this rock?

it took the form of the trees around it. it could at the very least attempt to fit in with its new environment.

upset, confused, and hurt...the being settled into the earth. it would grow. it would show those gods, it would show them one day. it would exact its vengeance.

the sun began to set, and the creature, it slept, its silhouette hardened against the fading light.