~A Nights Tale~
[spoiler=Prologue]Many eons ago before the apes walked the earth, a civilization existed of higher beings we call gods. These gods did nothing but watch the universe as it expanded, grew, shrunk, and vanished. Thousands of years passed by at the blink of an eye. They had nothing to do but watch the stars form and burn out. They'd occasionally share a light conversation of an anomaly one of them discovered in some distant galaxy. Everything changed when one suddenly got an idea. How grand would it be to create something with thought, not a star or a rock but something that could talk. He brought it up with the others, some agreeing and some not fond of the idea. "What use have we of such trivial things," asked Demeanor.
Demeanor was a tall slender form, with golden yellow eyes and sleek black hair. He was often lost in thought and rarely participated in conversation so it was quite a shock to hear him speak up. "We have been content for many a millennium just watching the stars. Why should we change anything now," Demeanor inquired with a furled brow.
Vision, the one who came up with the idea, replied, "Exactly. We have been content. Why are we just content? Is it not within reason to create some manner of entertainment?"
Vision was smaller than most of the other gods. His bright blue hair and his ocean colored eyes were considered strange in their circle. It was he who created patterns in the stars, a game as he called it. His mind was oft filled with new ideas, things the others couldn't begin to imagine. He was the one who supernovas simply because he was bored of stars just dying out.
Demeanor snorted in aggravation, "Vision, how do you plan to seek entertainment from such lowly creatures?"
Hope, the only one who actually took to Vision's ideas, jumped in, "I think it's a marvelous idea. It beats watching these stars for one moment longer."
"You think everything's a good idea," Demeanor growled.
Hope smiled, "That's not true. I think you're the worst idea in the universe."
"That doesn't even make sense you idiotic-" Demeanor was cutoff by the sudden movement of another.
Father, the only one respected by every other god, spoke up, "I'll make you a deal, Vision." Vision raised a brow and paid Father his complete attention at this. "I'll allow you to make one organic life form and place it on one planet. If after several millennium passes by and no entertainment is gathered then you shall forget the idea entirely."
Vision was heartbroken, a single life form was not what he was hoping for. He began to speak in protest but was suddenly struck by another grand idea. A smile grew upon his face as he replied, "And if it entertains?"
"I'll let you decide," Father spoke with an unnoticeable air of arrogance.
Vision thought for a moment. Of all the things he could want, he could ask for, what should he choose. He finally made a choice, "I want us all to live among the life forms, as one of them."
"Life form," Demeanor commented.
Vision ignored him and waited for Father's response. After some deliberation Father gave a solemn nod. Vision grinned as he cast a light upon a small rock. He covered the rock in water and earth. He placed a single life form on the earth next to the water. Content with his brilliant plan he raised his head in triumph, for he had already won.
He gazed down the long winding road ahead of him, void of everything but dirt. He wondered how long he had been travelling for; three, maybe four months since he left that place behind him. "That place," he thought, "where everything I loved had died." A sudden gust kicked up dirt as he shielded his eyes with the tattered cloak he was wearing. The wind died down and with it the dust that had been obstructing his view. He heard a sudden rumble and tried to recall the last time he'd actually ate a decent meal. Life on the road really has its flaws.
"Hey," he heard a voice coming from a field off to his side. Before he had a chance to turn he instinctively caught an object that had been purposely thrown at him. It felt like a baseball but it was cold and a little wet. He inspected the object to find it was an apple, a scrumptious looking apple at that. He turned to find a girl, sitting atop an old dead tree. She wasn't really sitting, more like she was laying comfortably amid the branches and limbs. "Well, are you just gonna stand there or are you going to introduce yourself?"
He tried his best to hide the sudden twitch he got from the arrogance she was letting off, "Isn't it common practice for the person who initiates the conversation to introduce themselves first?"
She appeared to ponder his statement for a moment before mumbling, "Person?" She shrugged her shoulders, "I suppose I could, I can't see the harm in introducing myself to a mortal."
He was mentally taken aback, keeping his physical composure. He thought to himself, "Mortal? Does this girl think she's not as mortal as I am?" He was certain he must be dealing with a complete sociopath.
"Very well, I shall introduce myself," she jumped out of the tree.
He instinctively ran to break her fall and while he may have managed to do so, he also thought he broke several other things in the process. "Are you crazy," he asked getting to his feet. "You could have seriously gotten hurt."
The girl sighed, "I would've been fine." She made a sour face and rubbed her posterior, "It hurt more landing on your thick head." He was just about to tell her off when he turned to see an outreached hand, "My name is N-o-N, it's nice to meet you." She had such an innocent smile for such a smart mouthed girl.
He decided against telling her off and instead shook her hand, "My name is Nights, it's nice to meet you miss Non." A sudden pain nearly crippled him as he fell to the ground. It was only after realizing he stopped short of falling completely that he noticed the pain was coming from the hand he had given her to shake.
With a death grip locked in and a glare to match she said, "It's N-o-N. Not Non, not miss Non. Got it?" Nights could only manage a slight nod, fighting through the pain. He was released and fighting his every instinct to run he stood back up. "You can also refer to me as Mistress N-o-N," Nights looked up to see her say with a smile upon her face. Again with that innocent smile.
"I think I'll just call you N-o-N, if that's okay," Nights squeaked trying to fight off the remaining pain in his hand. "That's quite a grip you have," he laughed awkwardly. "I think you might have actually broken something, hahaha."
NoN had a sudden look of confusion as if she had no idea what Nights was talking about, "Hmm." She peered down at the ground beneath their feet and noticed the apple she had given him previously. She picked it up and brushed it off, holding it out to Nights, "Here. You're hungry right?"
"U-um, thanks," Nights replied, carefully accepting the apple with his uninjured hand. Nights closed his eyes and took a bite out of the apple.
"I know what it's like," he heard her say, "losing something dear to you."
He opened his eyes to ask her what she meant by that but she had vanished. He looked around trying to find her but she was nowhere to be found. If it wasn't for the apple in his hand, with a bite taken out of it, he would have thought her just an illusion. But the proof was there, red in his hands.