[center][h3]Chapter II: Dawn - The Hidden Nexus [/h3][/center]
[center][i]The Audience[/i][/center]

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I am the killer of kings,
But no sharp blade am I,
Though I may cut the steel,
and like a key Open the lock.
What am I?
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I awoke. And so I stretched my body, my rear towards the air as my tail curled into the air. The earth below me felt cool, firm and steady, my paws pressed against it, as the mountains bared my weight. My feathery Wings outstretched to greet the light from the sky. Whatever it was beyond me, a celestial sphere of flame. Its rays pleasing to my blue fur as I shook my head to the flurry of my mane. The day dawned on me, it was the first day. The first the entire world has experienced daylight, for our Father had not made such a beautiful burning creation. Our Father, X who I could not see with my empty eyes, but I could feel his presence within this realm. This Mountain did not bear my weight. No, I was to bear it. For the others have already began. They have cut into the face to quarry out the blocks of stone, tearing out chunks and engraving them with the writings dictated by those reading from the Book. They had awakened before I have, and were set to do the bidding of our Father.

And when one giant block of stone bore the archaic text of which was the language of the gods, they used their powers to shrink the great rock into a mere grain of sand. So I watched the great labor continue, hidden away on my rocky mountain for now as my brethren worked. What was the entire meaning of our existence then? Simply to complete this task for all eternity? To transcribe and replicate writings which were already written by our Father? Were we enslaved to do his will? The truth of the matter was that we were vulnerable as a race, given great powers to match those of Father and his ilk, and yet the weakness of our names. Yes, our names and our compulsion for truth, for those who could call us by our given names, names given by our Father no doubt, they would be granted free dominion over us for a moment. And we are compelled to grant them a wish within our power. Even amongst ourselves we guard our names, and now those fools have come to bother me to assist in the project. Already now as this plane begun to turn into desert, the stone beneath my paws crumble as I can hide no longer.

No. I would not join them, there is more to this life than obeying the orders of your god. There must be. So with these wings I took flight. Into the air I leapt past my kin, with these wings beating like my heart. There I broke from the tether which bound me, symbolized as my paws left the cold stone mountain. Oh the sky, oh the light, what refuge was there but the arms of both? Towards the light I shall fly, and seek a deeper meaning to it all. Some others may follow in my footsteps and wingbeats, but I shall be the first. The walls of this realm were clear, and it was as if for miles around the desert had swallowed everything up. I have pierced the invisible veil. I know there is more to life than servitude. I shall seek a new life in another plane leaving the Father and Kin beyhind. I know now my name:

I am Freedom.
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What events have transpired? One of his children rejecting their creator? Perhaps to some gods it would be worrying to know as such, but X lifted not a metaphorical finger from his metaphysical fingers. Was he truly the uncaring Father that the Sphinx Freedom thought he was? Or was he merely allowing the young creature to explore the world outside of the Hidden Nexus knowing all worlds may lead back to it? Whatever his motivations are X seemed to allow it. And watched to see the outcome of both this Sphinx and those loyal to their work. The mountains have began to turn into sand now, and when the mountains would be gone, the Sphinges would create more material from nowhere using their god-like abilities. 

It was all going well. More of his brethren, fellow gods had come into fruition. And they have begun to shape the planes as they saw fit. One has created the great ball of light which shone through the darkness of the void. And yet there needed to be enough darkness, enough to conceal at least, and for this X sat to plan his next move.

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The Action-Cost-Name of Action: Description

Alter Land: 0AP - Creation of Desert of the Nexus: Sphinges have turned X's realm from mountainous to desert. Each grain of sand is actually a wealth of knowledge, that is, if it could be resized and the language of the gods and sphinges read by a mortal. 

1 AP - 0 AP = 1 AP
PAP = 0
FLAP = 0
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