In the vast emptiness of the fledging world, a single point of green emerged. It was born from an impossibility. From coincidence. For a moment it was small, then tangles grew and filled up around. More and more. The green began to spread. Reaching further and further and further. It grew further and further. Slowly at first but with every pulse of growth it grew faster. Everytime its tendrils reached further. Randomly at first, then with purpose. It wished to latch on to something. So this green growth could gain a shape, a purpose and then to consume what it had found so it could find its next host. [h3][color=gold]“Come.”[/color][/h3] The green non-shape shuddered. It’s tendrils reached for the sound within the void. The one sign of something it could wrap itself around. Frantically and with desperation it reached out for it. Tendrils grew, created more shapeless green from which more tendrils reached further. [h3][color=gold]“Come.”[/color][/h3] A single tendril made a leap of desperate faith. It could not see. It shouldn’t hear. Yet it touched whatever called to it. In a split second a ripple went through the shapeless green. It stopped growing. Then it started to collapse into itself. Again, first slowly, then faster and faster until the whole expanse it had once covered was void again. It had sacrificed all that it was, to become what it had to be. The goddess saw, which was a new sensation. She felt, which was new as well. Before her she saw the scroll. No, the Khodex for it had given her its name. It bid her to fill it with her power and because it asked, she did. Her form glowed with an intense green light. Life was born and like before she had gained shape, she would stretch it across the worlds. Everywhere she would exist. In the deep and in the highest peaks. She’d be born a million times and stretch across the great void until all that was, was she. – [h2]"Without the one before you, there is nothing for you to do."[/h2] [h3]There was something in the Khodex written after the form of life was gone from the Khodex. In fine print to life, there was an opposite, that was that of a force that entitled itself as death. It was an imitation, a new cycle beyond life, a goal, a reason to move forward. [/h3] From that moment in life, something was born beside her. It did not know what it was or where it was, but it held something inside of it that it did not know. It was shapeless; it was unknown to everything, including itself. The only thing it knew was the cold. It had no purpose at that moment. It drew something from an entity nearby, life as it believed her to be called, and a man was formed. Pale and youthful, the man looked with rounded ears, unlike the woman standing beside him. There were white flowing locks, bright blue eyes, and wild, unkept facial hair about him. He looked like a thousand things, but it was eerie, almost imitating the figure before him that he took his form. He liked the form; it was not the same, but imitation. But, there was a cold to him, light and darkness in him, though he was pure in his motive, whatever that may have been. His eyes turned, as did his body, as he took in all that was around him. He saw life as it was, a beautiful thing and a thing that was meant to be cherished, and he cherished every sight he took in. His last sight was that of a woman, the reason he was here. At that moment, he had a purpose. To create something just as beautiful. His jaw unlocked, and he smiled brightly as he held a hand out to the woman before him. He stared around as he had his hand out, he knew he saw a woman before him, but he did not know anything else. He felt many things, and he knew he had a purpose that had to do with the figure in front of him. He knew she created everything around them, the life, but he wondered why he did not do the same or if he could. His mouth closed, and he looked straight at her, white hair laying against him in a static standard, as if nothing around him affected him, as if he was old and dead but alive and youthful at the same time. His other hand moved up to his brow, and he tipped his head forward to touch it as his eyes closed, and then he placed his hand on his chest over his heart as he raised his eyelids to look back at her. A faint smile was on his face; it was something foreign to him, but it felt natural and needed in that moment. When his hand on his heart reached out to her, he opened his palm and splayed it out so that it could cover all of his sight, all that he could see. He wanted to show her everything she already did, for it was something he could not. He wanted to see it again; he wanted to see it for himself because he knew she did not create him. He knew something else created him, but it was time to learn why; maybe this figure knew. Maybe, they could be friends. [hider=Summary Allianthé]In the nothingness, something appears. A tiny green dot. It grows, sending tendrils into the void. It grows more, desperate to find something to latch on. It hears the call and responds. Almost desperately, it grows towards the Khodex and touches it. The moment Life touches the Khodex, it gains form. The ever-consuming green mass turns into Allianthé, who fills the Khodex with the concept of life and growth. Exactly how she wants it.[/hider] [hider=Summary Szukaj-życia] From the moment life is created in the Khodex, more is written in response to mimic life after life, a parallel to it, but also forming an orb of white and darkness. Responding to the birth of Allianthé, Szukaj-życia is born. A mimic of life, and in mimicking life, the orb shifts from mass to a humanoid form with flowing white hair, white eyes, and rounded ears. He knows only that he wishes to do what feels unnatural to him.[/hider] [hider=Might] -4 from both due to inital Khodex entry [/hider]