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Long before our time, before we knew of the wider universe, there was nothing.
Nothing was nothing. That was the whole point. It did not look as black; it did not look as white. It was perfect, conceptual nothing.
That was for a while at least. Nothing in the way it was originally made as was in fact the name of ‘Nothing.’ But ‘Nothing’ did not exist. That was until ‘Nothing’ had a thought.
“I am nothing,” nothing had thought to itself. “’Nothing’. ‘Nothing’ is nothing, the epitome of nothingness.”
And with that? ‘Nothing’ had created itself. That one thought from ‘Nothing’ had contradicted its very concept, and the universe started.
But ‘Nothing’ could only see itself, ‘Nothing’ could never look away from itself because there was nothing else. There was nothing.
That was until ‘Nothing’ had another thought. The same way ‘Nothing’ had created itself, it created again. Everything was the opposite of nothing. ‘Nothing’ created ‘Everything’. ‘Nothing’ found beauty in ‘Everything’, admiring what it had created.
Yet, ‘Everything’ was lonely. ‘Everything’ only had itself and ‘Nothing’ and that was not enough.
‘Everything’ floated through the nothing surrounding it, looking around as if it could see the ‘Nothing’ that had created it, staring at it. ‘Nothing’ stared back at ‘Everything.’
‘Everything’ was nothings first creation outside itself. A child, of sorts. ‘Nothing’ deeply cared for its first creation, so it started to think. It would create more for ‘Everything’.
Yet, ‘Everything’ could not wait for ‘Nothings’ creation. So ‘Everything’ created its own world.
This world ‘Everything’ created was nothing like how it was now. It was the bare minimum of what ‘Everything’ would be capable of. Yet it was everything it had so far. ‘Everything’ needed to learn its world before it would make it perfect. But even now? ‘Everything’s’ world was beautiful.
‘Everything’ had never seen something so beautiful. ‘Everything’ had never seen anything before.
When ‘Nothing’ called to its child, it saw the world ‘Everything’ had created. ‘Nothing’ was astounded by what its creation had accomplished. When ‘Nothing’ had asked how this place would be called, ‘Everything’ had dubbed its planet ‘The Place of Colour.’
‘Nothing’ liked it. ‘Nothing’ liked colour. It had never even thought of the concept, it had so far only thought of its opposite, ‘Everything’. And its creation had made what it called colour…
‘Nothing’ used what its child had made to inspire company for ‘Everything.’
What ‘Everything’ dubbed the place of colour; we now call Earth. Everything that had been original, was Re-Named for our understanding. We never will know what ‘Nothing’ and ‘Everything’ were really called. The concept is the same, but the original words we will never know. ‘Everything’ Was given a second name other than its concept, as was everything else that came from ‘Nothing.’ Everything except ‘Nothing’ itself.
The only creations we ever knew of, were the ones ‘Nothing’ made. Creations ‘Nothing’ named after what it saw in them. Creations that we gave a name, we re-named and then re-named again. All so we could understand them.
‘Everything’. Earths creator. The person who gave us life. And for ‘Everything’s’ gift of life, the humans gave it a name. “The Monarch of Mulberry.” It was a trivial name for something so vast, but ‘Everything’ adored its new name. It kept the name.
The Monarch adored its humans. They may have been its first creation, but that did not mean The Monarch forgot about them. They had not only given The Monarch a name, but they also gave it a colour. Mulberry. The Monarch hadn’t had a colour till they gave it one. The Monarch made that colour its whole embodiment. It loved colour. The Monarch adored all of which it had created.
The third creation and ‘nothing’s’ second child was ‘Anything.’ ‘Anything’ had seen what The Monarch had created and decided to join its older sibling. Instead of limiting itself like The Monarch, ‘Anything’ went beyond. ‘Anything’ created the stars. The Monarch watched the younger, transfixed on the burning body’s now surrounding everything. It created light throughout everything. light and colour. Colour had taken over their existence.
‘Nothing’ watched the two create, proud of what its children had done together,
When humanity had seen the stars, they chose a name for ‘Anything’, as they had The Monarch. ‘Anything’ was dubbed “The Lord of Crimson.” They had chosen a name powerful, as powerful as the burn from the stars he created. The Lord liked his new name. it felt powerful.
The fourth creation of ‘nothing’ and its third child was called ‘Something.’
‘Something’ hadn’t thought of what it would create of its own. Rather, it looked at The Monarchs world and had pondered what it was missing. So, to compliment The Monarchs world and the life it had created, ‘Something’ brought the depths. Oceans, rivers, rain and weather. It had brought more to the world that had sorely needed it.
How had the humans survived in a world without water, you ask? Well, our earth had always had it. The children of ‘Nothing’ exist outside what we know as time. They can come and go from our world, but they do not experience it the same way. Humans in that plain had been fine without it because it hadn’t existed. Once it had been made that water had always existed, that changed our reliance on it. Humans didn’t know they had existed without water.
They did know that someone had been the one to create it though.
They gave ‘Something’ the name: ‘The Duke of Ultramarine’. The duke accepted her title with grace.
The fifth child of ‘Nothing’ was given the name ‘Being’.
‘Being’ followed the same path as the person before him had. It had seen the land and the water. It had seen the skies and the things that roamed the world. And it had added life.
Not the same life that The Monarch had made with the first creation. But something more… expansive. Flora. Widespread vegetation.
‘Being’ smiled as it looked down to its creation. It reached out, running its hand through the forests over the land.
The humans loved these plants. The plants helped them in many pursuits. Even today plants are a vital part of our lives, ‘Being’s’ choice was a good one. The Monarch was contented that its humans were happy.
For its choice, ‘Being’ was rewarded with the title: ‘The Emperor of Celadon.’ A rather fancy name. The Emperor felt they had earnt that title.
‘Nothing’s’ sixth creation was just that. ‘Creation’.
No one said that ‘Nothing’ couldn’t have a sense of humor.
‘Creation’ looked to the place of colour. Yes, it was beautiful. But ‘Creation’ rather looked up. Not to the sky, but further. To where The Lord had put the stars in the sky. ‘Creation’ looked higher. And ‘Creation’ weaved through the Stars, threading its own worlds through them. Not all of these worlds had life, but some of them would be able to foster. Not all these worlds had names.
But ‘Creation’ had dubbed these his planets and moons. Or at least that’s what they translated them into.
The humans soon discovered the planets with their stars. Discovered the smaller moons accompanying some. It would be a while yet before they reached them, but they were visible. The planets sparked debates. The humans got ideas. Sometimes they conflicted and argued, but above all? The presence of planets in this universe made the first humans feel less alone.
For this choice, the humans called ‘Creation’: ‘The Oligarch of Persimmon’. The Oligarch found her given title regal. More so than the others. She was more than pleased with this.
The seventh and final creation of ‘Nothing’, was called ‘Chaordic.’
And ‘Chaordic’ had no interest in creating like its siblings. Instead, ‘Chaordic’ was the second of the beings, after The Monarch, to go down to the planet and actually meet the humans.
A first beings real form is something no human could witness and stay sane. ‘Chaordic’ learned that the hard way the first time. The Monarch had taken this human back from ‘Chaordic’ after that, setting the first rule among the first beings.
“Being in the mortal plane without a form life could comprehend was forbidden. Breaking something sacred in life’s mind was not allowed.”
But ‘Chaordic’ went back, even with a comprehensible form. And he was worshiped like a ruler by some.
The Monarch had tried to stop ‘Chaordic’ from continuing in its interference with the mortals lies, but the youngest being had brushed off his oldest sibling without a second glance.
Being worshipped was addictive. And ‘Chaordic’ was definitely worshipped.
Its worshipers were shunned by most of the clean humans and were feared by all. ‘Chaordic’s’ own followers feared it.
‘Chaordic’ was not given his name by the humans. He thought himself above titles given by mortals. He did follow the theme though.
He chose his own.
He didn’t ask for a shade. He didn’t wait to be given a hue. He hadn’t given a reason to deserve one yet.
He merely looked at the other beings from ‘Nothing’ and followed in suit.
His name was one of the only ones that was still whispered in modern times though.
It was a name that made those who knew it uneasy.
‘The King in Yellow.’