The First Savior (Fan Story)

It was an average day, the golden rays of the sun sluggish stretched across the night covered land. Its warm rays of light breathed new life into the cold, sleeping village. People rose from their beds, walked around, chatted with friends, and went about their daily business. Most who see the village would think it's just a normal town on the edge of a lush oak forest, but on closer inspection, one would see that the town was covered in orange, and its people? Fluffy, bright orange hair bounced around on tangerine skin. Orange Steve's. Creative, happy, meat loving group of Chromatic Steves. They were one of 7 races of Steve's. Each color has a different aspect, something that they represent. That was half of what made a Steve well, a Steve. The second thing would have to be power, each Steve had some energy within them, some have more than others. The strongest being the leaders, kings, and Elders. However, in this Orange Village, there happened to live one Orange Steve with no power at all, but this never bothered him. And no one in the village seemed to care, they all liked him, he was a funny guy, and one of their strongest fighters. Who knew that this one Steve would gain the power to decide the fate of not only his fellow Oranges Steve's, but the fate of all Steve's.