Realms

A Story of the Broken

      Take everything you think you know about the universe. I want you to throw that out of your head for the rest of your life. There is no god, there is no reincarnation, and there is no life after death. The world runs on ideals like these, and that is why it is falling apart. Kings are what govern your fate, they decide how you die and when. They are the only true keepers of creation, and they hold no remorse. At least, that's what some say, but few believe. Long ago, there was nothing, yet one lifeform found comfort in the vast void of space. Over time, the creature became old and wise, having grown both in knowledge and size, encompassing a vast area, simply known as the void, for inside the creature there existed nothing. In some ways, the creature itself was nothing, it having no body, nor mind. The creature simply existed because it could. Born from the cold void that was the creature came forth a being of darkness, a King. Though once having a name of its own, the King became known only as the Black King. The void itself could not constrain the power of the Black King, who possessed powers beyond comprehension. Where nothing existed, there began to exist much, and with that, the first creation was made. 

      The Black King had shaped a molten core of various metals, surrounding it with a crust, and then a surface. Through this process, the entire planetoid became incredibly hot for millions of years, and from it was forged the basis of all of creation, nearly every element was found on this creation, save those that the Black King would use for other purposes. Over quadrillions of years, the Black King manifested his powers over everything in the void. As the creature that was the void grew, so did the universe. From the creature were born more Kings, who acknowledged the Black King as their strongest. Millions of Kings probed the void, learning how to create for themselves, filling even more of the emptiness with new things. Two notable Kings were created by the void, who would sit by the Black King, the only ones to match his power. They were known as the Prism King, and the Colorless King. Even more, both were females, the first, and only to come from the void as such. With the help of these two, the Black King created the first ever forms of life. By the time the first advanced life was able to show up, massive war broke out among the Kings. The White King, the last King to be born of the void was corrupted. Although weak, he gained many supporters his purposes. After a hundred years, nearly all the Kings were wiped out, returned to the void. During the final stand between the Black King and the White King, the two fought, the Black King surpassing the other in every way, much of the creations from other kings were destroyed. 

       By the end of the battle, only four Kings remained. Both the female Kings, the Prism and Colorless, as well as the Black and White Kings, stood alone. In a blind rage, the Black King used his power to ensure that he would not lose another of his kind ever again. Bending the void to his will, he prevented Kings from surfacing from the void, forever marking the four survivors as the last of their kind. Hundreds of years went by, the Kings mopping up the damage that had been done during the war. At the place of the original creation, the Black King added other planets and a sun. Life flourished thanks to the Prism and Colorless Kings, and the four forged gateways to outside the void. The first way to access outside of the void and create Realms. The Black King made his Kingdom far, far outside the void, as did the others, the White Kings own Kingdom reflecting the opposite of the Black Kings, while the Prism King had a realm of shattered and broken creations, which were always beautiful in craftsmanship, and the Colorless King had a split Kingdom, reflecting the other three. Years and years went by, and soon there were realms in such a high number that outside of the void seemed to be an ocean of different places. 

   Many worlds populated each realm, almost mirroring the void with their ability to expand eternally. Although these creations were great, none were more grand and perfect than the four kingdoms, and the original system, otherwise known as Realm Zero by this time. Many flocked to see the wonders of the Realm, however soon the creature of the void began to harden its shell, preventing travel within itself. Some say that the creature was dying, others that it was becoming more sentient, and was refusing to be traveled into. The simple truth is that the creature has always been sentient, and had grown tired of the battle that occurred within it. Within the creature still resided the creations forged by all others, however, many came to believe that the void had destroyed them, and that nothing could truly exist within the void. No one knows what the inside of the void looked like, and many think it a legend.

   Something truly unexpected happened many lifetimes after the void became a simple myth. A new King was born, the consequences felt throughout the Realms. With the power preventing new Kings from being born broken, a massive surge of energy ripped through the Realms, affecting solely the Kings. Now, the four Kings try to make their way to the void, with the White King trying to pull this new King to his side, the Colorless King trying to shield the new King from the others, the Prism King trying to take this new King, and train him, and the Black King, with unknown intentions, heading straight for this new King. Each will battle with another, trying to do as they wish with the new King, and ultimately, making the biggest sacrifices known to all of creation. This is their story, the story of Kings, Realms, war, destruction, and pain. This is the legend of the Kings, and this is simply the beginning of something far greater than most can imagine.