//see comments for translation, tw death
The molted ball floating upon space held many mysteries as it formed amongst the other planets that inhabited the milky way, which would not be named for another four billion years. Creation was silent besides the large meteors that hit the lavas surface and sunk deep within the new planets core. With the energy and calmness came the first creatures amongst Earth, along the blistering surface stood gas-formed creatures.
and alone stood Nephari, already knowing their name. They looked over at the others who shared the same appearance, wavy white gas which surged with both magic and energy as the rocks slammed into the magma around them. What was this? Nephari felt nothing as they glided lightly along the hot surface, they continued to do it aimlessly for the next billion years.
As Earth further formed it's crust through heavy rains and meteor showers which slowed over the centauries, Nephari watched their species die out as mysteriously as they came. Dying out of choice as they had no reason to exist, no purpose in the emptiness of the galaxy. The star creatures burnt out of existence. Nephari stared upon the solid ground, water pooled where their form touched the ground. For the first time they felt water, it was cooler than the magma which stood over a million years ago and hardened with time. Nephari walked around their newfound home, no longer was their anyone like them. There was nothing but rock and water, a barren land. Nephari solidified their form into a human-appearing shape, already they knew they would evolve in the next four hundred thousand years. They didn't get it exactly right, looking at their palms of their sheet white hands, averting their eyes upward to the sky as they collapsed to the ground. Laying motionless.
The Earth continued to birth itself into existence as Nephari was one within it, letting the ground form around their still body. As the world was born came nature, humans, animals, and other wonderous things Nephari had never seen. But they remained dormant in their ground state.
Four hundred thirty BC, shortly after the death of Empedocles. Nephari saw sunlight in their colorless eyes, the hot ball glazed the sand which surrounded them. Seeing what had disturbed them, two young men. Perhaps twenty or younger, holding shovels. Nephari rose effortlessly from their chamber, looking at the young boys. Both stared up at Nephari, their eyebrows furrowed with confusion and fear. Nephari stared at their forms, their tanned skin and brown eyes with short black hair. They were brothers. Nephari looked back at the older one in his eyes, slowly he began to mimic the body of the boy. The boy stared at Nephari's legs as they wrapped themselves in white gas and shone brightly. And as the gas slowly rose to cover his body, it began to disappear into thin air. The Grecian boys ran off with terror in their faces as Nephari stood in the desert, lonesome as they vanished into the distance towards a nearby town. Nephari looked at how they moved, then at their newfound legs. They stepped forwards, beginning to walk slowly in the direction of the town. Feeling the warmth from the sand on their bare feet, the blistering temperature of Greece was nothing compared to the World that Nephari had known so long ago.
"αυτός είναι ο άντρας!" One of the boys cried as he ran around the corner of the building, Nephari standing in the street. A doppelganger of the young boy.
An older man stood in front of the boy, protectively as if he were shielding him from something. "Ποιος είσαι?" The man said.
Nephari processed the dialect, understanding the words that came from the mans form. But it confused them on how, and why humans moved their faces when they processed sound? They stared blankly at the stranger, the boy still cowering behind him.
"Θα μιλήσεις. Αλλιώς θα πεθάνεις." They stated, looking down at Nephari.
They realized they were being threatened by the human, looking over the mans body. He was dressed in a hitched up tunic and sandals. Nephari took the threat without worry, turning around and walking out of the city and into the empty desert. Night fell soon enough, which didn't bring Nephari any fret nor concern. They could see just as well under moonlight as they could sunlight.
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With The Creation of The Stars
FantasyA book about my OC Nephari, an interdimensional being, billions of years old being of Space adapting to civilization. (2000 words per chapter)