Creation
As to all things, there is a beginning. Some beginnings are small, quiet, unnoticeable in the entirety of the goings on. However, when there has been no predecessor, even the smallest noise sounds deafening.
This beginning, while not particularly noisy, created shock waves across the entire void that was all that was.
Corporeal energies, bound to nothing, roamed free of their creation, born of a tiny, nigh insignificant fluctuation. With their birth, time began to tick. These energies were naught but a ball of mass, an ever changing, gaseous entity that was still building its own infant muscles. Over the course of time, whether one second or a thousand years, they began to separate, to explore, to grow and expand. Across the ages that were minutes they began to develop a consciousness, a sentience, awareness of what they were.
They found that with the manipulation of what made them up, they could alter things and create. Simple mixing and matching of how their energy was made up made things, some pleasant, and others grotesque. By combination and alteration of the energies, one made light. The creation of this astounded the other corporeal forms; who had before then only seen blackness.
In this, the Creator found what could best be described as 'pride' at his work. The Creator, as he was to be known, enjoyed this feeling, and enjoyed what he created Immensely. It drove away the void and comforted him and the others.
Curious, the Creator made more. It filled its own vision with light until it grew bored, and began again to create. He created Many things and enjoyed them as toys, until he grew tired of them and let them be. By now, the others too had followed his example, and as they created more, they grew wiser and more accustomed to creation. They discovered heat, and so knew chill.
They made stars and suns of different sizes, and for a long time they watched the stars grow and they warmed themselves in it's glow. They warmed themselves until the stars collapsed, and moved on. They could just make a new one, why bother?
But in their arrogance, they grew to recognize idiocy. After they had created the stars, the expelled energies of the star reformed into many new ones, and with one star they fueled many. With the birth of the stars came dense clumps of dust that stuck together, bouncing off of each other until they reached the stars and fed the flame's ever-growing appetite. Some clumps, however, circled around the stars, taunting them, staying just out of reach. And the stars, in anger born from primal instinct, chased these specks, to try and devour them to slake it's growing thirsts.
The entities saw this, and the Creator was shocked. He did not expect his former playthings to suddenly stand and chase each other about of their own accord. In this lesson, he learned caution of what he did, and how he created. The entities, and the Creator himself were all entranced by the never-ceasing chase, the cat-and-mouse game that the stars played with the specks. An idea flashed through the Creator's mind- increase the prize. He increased the size of the speck until it became a grain, then a pebble, and then a stone. This made the star chase slavering after it all the quicker, baying inaudibly for food to sate itself.
The spinoff energies created by this quickly found a residence on these barren forms, and soon grew. What once started as tiny bits and pieces formed together, and adapted to survive. Moisture began, but just as quickly sped off into the star chasing the rock. The Creator looked upon this with disdain- This would not do, not at all. He made a shield surrounding the rock, to prevent the whips of the star from stinging so. Moisture again was made, but instead of floating away into the howling star, these fell back to the ground, and thus water was formed.
The Creator and his siblings found this pleasing to them, this endless chase. They watched similar situations develop elsewhere, but none were as amusing to watch as this rock they had shielded. This rock began to develop further- the water receded, And spores began to take form underwater. Life was made, and what the strangest thing was; the entities could sense their life. They were intrigued, especially the Creator, whom before now had no reason to keep any of his works.
Thus, the Creator learned to care, and found kindness. He felt their existence more keenly than anyone else, for they were his make, whether or not intended- his work, his first true accomplishment, his brainchild. With this, the Creator's true purpose began, though he knew naught yet.
The Creator saw- with a mixture of joy and fascination- that even without his aid the life adapted. Large creatures fed from smaller ones, small creatures fed on even smaller ones. In a surge of thought, the creator took the nutrients needed from the tiniest creatures and put them into plants- underwater plants that could survive the extreme temperatures- and created a circle. the dead carcasses of the large animals would become fodder for the small, and allow them to survive. He took the angry red soil and rock and moulded it, creating mountains, bluffs, rivers and ravines. He made beaches, he crafted clouds and soothed the scorched earth with a gentle caress, as a father would gently stroke his sleeping child. He calmed the volatile air, and watched as the first brave creatures poked their heads from the water and gasped in their first breaths of true oxygen.
And these creatures again adapted to the excited gaze of the creator, forming and reforming to fit their environment as it changed under the creator's hands, like putty in the hands of a sculptor. Life grew exponentially under the shield in which the creator had made- environments rose on their own accord, animals grew and developed, and so did this peculiar species. This species was a small, hairless kind that used a multitude of tools and pack hunting to bring down creatures larger than itself and to ensure their survival. By now, the other entities had found their affinities and created the proper tools for their affiliations. One Strung energy around the baying star and restrained it, kept it at bay and fed it other things, bit-by-bit. Another made a huge barren stone that encircled the other, keeping the water tamed and methodical.
Yet another spawned new creations on this world, for a world it had become- a shelter for many tiny things, a womb of life in a cold void. Another controlled the skies, another controlled the earth itself, another still took the energy of the dead when they passed and breathed it into new life. These new entities had found a purpose, and with their Interventions, they found names. In the tongue of the hairless ones, the Creator became 'Angstrom', and he reveled in this. He had a name, a purpose. He had aged mightily in a short span, and he, as well as the others, had made images of themselves like the ones who worshipped them; They gave themselves faces, attributes, and characteristics that defined them as who they were. They became as these hairless creatures were, and gave themselves each a persona to match what they were affiliated to. Of all twelve entities, it was Angstrom who was the strongest, the wisest, and most powerful, as well as the most tender about this life he had made, the candle he had lit in an empty space.
He had sparked creation as a newcomer, and only time would tell what he would, or could, create in the future. He had grown from a fickle, capricious, and uncaring being into a wizened, masterful controller of the very lifeblood of existence. He who had been born of nothing, entering the darkness armed only with the stuff of creation and the time to hone it, had created a bright flame in the midst of an all-consuming cold blackness. To the creator, there is almost none more treasured and looked upon than the very first creation. But to advance, what was first built, must be torn down to be rebuilt even stronger, and, wise as he was, even he had not truly realized this yet. To one with an infinite time span, why hurry?
