[h3] Ashevelen [/h3]


Void. Everywhere. No light. No sounds. Nothingness. Peace. Calm. Safety. 

And then, suddenly...Awareness. Pain. Sounds. [color=yellow][b] Light [/b]![/color]

Shards of light. Falling and falling, constantly. One by one. Some would take different shapes, some would have steady form. Some had internal wars inside them, each fighting to survive. Each fighting to [i] exist. [/i]

A voice. Rising above everything, encompassing the darkness.

’My subjects, I am your creator, you Lord. Know that my will shall be done and there shall only be my will. You shall be my instruments, my hands, of creation for this world - for Galbar. The work that remains for us is indefinite, yet such is the nature of my realm.’

A message, a divine command but ‘alas for nothing.

One shard would fall and fall, a small light inside. Like the charcoal after the fire was spent. Burning, yet not burning. An unconstant flow of existence. Yet not enough for the small globe of light to take shape. Not enough for divine life.

This one shard would end up dying. Spent and wasted into nothingness. 

“[color=gold] NO! [/color]” a voice. Her voice? Maybe just an echo? Probably more nothingness.

“[color=gold] I SAID NO! [/color]”. 

[b]HER VOICE[/b]. 

Suddenly other shards fall past hers. One hits another and then another and somehow, luck one might guess, hit hers and gets absorbed. 

The light grows stronger and stronger. By every second the light grew more and more until a shape was formed. A perfect sphere. Emanating yellow light. 

The Monarch of All stood in front of her and others. Shards? Siblings? Others. As He finished His speech, Ashevelen looked at Galbar as it turned from brown to blue as the others went towards it 

“[color=gold] Creator. I give you my thanks for my creation. Long may you reign. I should join the others as well. [/color]” her voice was ethereal and the echo of her voice resounded throughout her immediate surroundings.

With another bow, which involved her floating orb form to touch the ground in respect, she plummeted down to Galbar. 

“[color=gold] Voligan, I pledge you my support. May you be blessed with luck. [/color]” shouted Ashevelen as she flew towards Voligan.

[hider=Vigor]
10 total. 

+10 Gained from the Monarch. 

Gives Voligan 1 vigor to assist in making the world.

9 left. 


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[hider=Summary]

Ashevelen got lucky and didn’t dissipate into nothingness. 
Showed respect to the Monarch of All 
Gives Voligan 1 Vigor for assistance. 

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