(Cringey af good luck.)
This is a story of a Goddess who goes to explore the first world she has ever made.
Join her in her adventure to understand the world more not just by how it looks but by how her creations take care of it.
This World is call...
I teleported inside the palace that belonged to my mother. Her palace shone bright as I sat down waiting for her arrival.
Both my mother and father go from world to world visiting every single one every few thousands of years as to make sure everything was alright.
They could've made things or beings to help them with their work, but instead of doing that they did the opposite.
Well, thousands of years may sound like a lot but it's nothing to us. Since we literally have an eternity ahead of us.
When finnaly she had arrived and oh, my father is with her aswell, that's great I don't have to go and find him. I stood up and approach them.
Then my mother looked at me, sizing me up before asking. "What seems to be the problem dear?" I just gave her a sweet and NOT fake smile. "I would be going away to create a world of my own, so I waited here to say my farewell." I told her, while my father seemed shock.
"Ohh is that so, fine me and your father approve." She glared at father which obviously says 'Don't you dare disagree.' so in the face of my mother's icy cold glare he could keep his mouth shut and nod.
"But you must remember to come and visit us every now and then... okay." I nodded then said. "Farewell mother and father, I'll be sure to come and visit some time in the future." And with that I was now in space.
I had to find a suitable place to create my world. So I wandered through the universe and finnaly found a great place for my world.
I was glad that I will only be taking care of one world, unlike my parents who had to take care of thousands of worlds.
So I started using my Creation Magic and created my very own World. It had all kinds of races. And I created their very own kingdom all around the earth.
But unlike the other worlds the demons and angels lived in the same dimension as the other races. So all the races I have created are....
Werewolves
Vampires
Elves
Fairies
Dragons (my personal favorite)
Angels
Demons
So yeah I had created my very own World and I will have to take care of it properly.
*500 Years Or So Later*
So it has been approximately five hundred years since I have created this world, and these creations of mine have come so far. They already made academies and even if not all the races were at peace with each other, and had wars every few years, I didn't mind.
It's part of life I guess, but what pleases me the most is that they all worship me properly.
In this time all the kingdoms are at peace, and because of that they only had one school/academy which is located at the very center of all the kingdoms.
It was named after me their Goddess, so you can probably guess the name already, Celestia Academy.
It was quite funny but I didn't mind it at all. And for them to further believe in me I chose a representative from each race to be my messenger and they were highly praised, well because they were the Messengers of the Goddess herself so yeah.
If the previous Messenger dies a new one will appear right after he/she dies. You will know if that person is a messenger based on the mark on their face.
They have a mark that only I can form so even if one were to be brave enough to duplicate my design their work would be easy to distinguish because it's impossible for them to copy a work of a Goddess.
And ofcourse there were a few Messengers who were hungry for power and had turned mad but that is why the other Messengers are there to stop or kill him/her.
And they had a place of worship in the middle of the school, which had a portrait of me. I gave the very first batch of Messengers my portrait and there are only 8 copies in the entire world.
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But unfortunately the color was not the one I wanted but oh well.
One in each of the emperial palaces of each race and one inside the school.
Nobody dared to steal them for they were afraid for their life. There were several attempts to steal my portraits but each of the thieves who were brave enough all died and had the same marks on their back.
This marks were a symbol that I was the one who killed them/her/him.
And that's why no attempts to steal my portraits were made ever again.
Sorry I know the chapter's short but hopefully I can make it longer on the next updates.
