Lore - The Beginning
In the beginning there was nothing, or rather A nothing. It knew it was alone in this world, this emptiness. It knew it was missing something. Warmth, companionship. But since it was nothing it had nothing, and it cried.
Cried from loneliness, cried from desperation, cried for the warmth and companionship it was longing for. With blurry eyes it slowly saw the tear droplets disappear into the emptiness. The tears kept coming until there were no more. It then looked around and saw something miraculous. Some tears drifted back, some of the tears were more than simple tears, they were life. And it knew, it knew that the loneliness would end. It’s view became blurry again as tears filled it’s eyes. The tears of sadness had long dried up, overused. “Those were no more and would never be cried again.” It thought.
It kept crying it’s tears of joy and excitement for the life as the life accompanied the new tears.
Soon the nothing was surrounded by life. It was no longer a nothing, it had companionship. But it still didn't have the warmth it desired, it was still empty. It cried more, not out of sadness for what it missed, but out of the love for what it had created.
More life was created and the now emptiness played with the life made from it’s love. The life reacted in unexpected ways. Once more the emptiness had created something more than it had done before. This life was different, special. It was sentient, it was alive with thoughts and feelings. It deserved a name, something the emptiness would never have. It thought long and deep, it even stopped crying. In the end it found the name it thought fitting. But the sentient life rejected it. So the emptiness had to think once again and come up with the perfect name. It thought longer and deeper than before.
It almost gave up at some point but then it had it. Ameiun. The sentient life agreed and now the emptiness had everything it desired. It had companionship, warmth and it was no longer empty. It was itself. The Ameiun was like it, they thought the same, acted and felt the same. But most surprisingly could do the same, cry. Cry to create life, cry for joy, sadness, anger, fear, disgust and love. But never out of loneliness, for they had each other. When it knew they could do the same it came up with a plan. Itself could cry no more, it had cried all it had for the life it had created and for the Ameiun.
So it asked, “Can you fly? Can you travel? Can you go to the far ends of the emptiness? Can you go there and create for me, like I created you?” Excitement filled the heart of the Ameiun when it realized it could do the same as it had done before. Create happiness out of nothing, life out of nothing, existence itself out of nothing. With one final goodbye the Ameiun departed.
But when it disappeared in the emptiness the Ameiuns heart filled with apprehension and dread. The Ameiun travelled far, far away, searching for the end of the emptiness. The travel took long and the ameiun had no clue how far it had gotten. It decided to stop and rest, only it had nothing to rest on. So it did as it knew best, the Ameiun cried. It cried and kept crying until it had created life that was sticking together. It cried to make the earth, the water, the very air to surround the life. The Ameiun’s heart filled with joy once more and forgot it’s tiredness. It kept crying and creating until all the tears dried up. The Ameiun looked at what it had created and the million of specks like it in the distance. Each shining with their own brilliance in the dark. As if it was a shining path to the way home. Home to It.
The Ameiun travelled the brilliant path, only to lead to the first planet it had created. Before it lay darkness. What was once darkness filled with warmth and companionship now filled the Ameiun with dread and despair. It travelled further and further away from the brilliant path, searching for It. But when the last spark disappeared in the emptiness the Ameiun was still not closer to It. It was not here, not there, nowhere. The Ameiun realized what the dread and despair meant. It was no longer It, It had become the Emptiness once more before becoming Nothing. The Ameiun was alone like It was before.
So it returned to the first planet it had created and laid down on the land. The Ameiun thought it’s tears had long since dried up, but it was wrong, oh so wrong. The Ameiun cried, and cried, bawling it’s eyes out at the loss for what once could be called a friend. It cried from sadness, anger, loneliness. All the tears that were long thought gone. It cried and cried until those tears eventually dried up too.
The Ameiun was tired, exhausted and could barely see. It closed its eyes, sighing deep, feeling itself disappear. But just before it disappeared it felt a warm hand on its head and a soft voice. The Ameiun did not know what was said, but the voice and hand felt familiar. “Aaah~ maybe It was not gone... afterall….” Was the last thought before the Ameiun was gone.
Lore - The Disaster
The last tears had brought life to the planet once more, different than the sticky life at the core of the planet. Life as sentient as the Creators. They had the potential to create like the Creators could. But they did not know. For the last of the creator had disappeared under the gentle touch of the concerned new life. That life called itself one of the Oras. A small furry creature full of what they called magic. They were careful with it for they did not know what it could do. But Oras were not the only ones created from the last tears. There were also the Brutes. They were were big, egocentric and violent but they had no magic of their own.
They felt empty without it and coveted it. In the beginning the Brutes were ripping apart the Oras to get the magic from them. This did not work. So for the first time in their live they talked. They made a deal. Any Ora sharing their magic with a Brute would be protected from the others. It was a bad deal and the Oras knew it. But some were eager for safety and shared all they had. Most of those died from the sudden lack of magic. While the ones who survived the initial shock were ripped apart for their uselessness.
The Oras saw what happened as the worst case scenario and gave some conditions on their own. They would and could only serve one Brute at a time, lest they would collapse and be useless once more. They were allowed to choose who they served, for noone wanted to feel daily at risk. They could decide to stop serving any Brute whenever they wanted. And lastly, they would never be ripped apart for having no magic anymore. The Brutes were known for their violence and power, not their smarts. So they saw no problem in this deal and agreed. That day no Brute noticed the well knowing smirks on the Oras’ faces.
This deal meant the beginning of a new order. The Brutes and Oras started to form groups with the same ideals. They began sneering at each other just for being part of another group. More and more the groups got their own rules and regulations. There came squabbles, fighting, all out war. It became all about power, who had the strongest Ora and who could hold the most land. The Brutes were constantly fighting while the Oras were constantly having power struggles between them.
For they could manipulate the Brutes just as they wanted. Want a Brute to be motivated? Give some magic. Does a Brute need to be punished? Deprive him of it. The Brutes never once thought they were not in power, while in actuality they never were. The more control an Ora had the higher in rank he would become.
With constant fighting the land became more and more barren. The sticky life in the core of the planet, that the Oras and Brutes named the Medium, kept trying to provide for the planet. But sadly it could not keep up. It was slowly, unnoticeably, dimming. The Oras and Brutes were never concerned about something that trivial and kept the wars going.
With the constant changing of leadership, so kept the name of the planet changing. At the time of the disaster the planet was named Astarté. In this kind of world something small was born. For most that was seen as a sign of doom, while for some it was a ray of hope.
That small thing was named Flora, the youngest of eight. The siblings were something that nobody knew that it could happen. They were not only unexpected but they were also different. They were neither Brute or Ora, they were a confusion. Something to sneer at and be disgusted by. Their parent tried to raise them the best he could. Most of the siblings tried to adapt but Flora could not. She knew they were different and couldn’t ignore what she was. It felt wrong the way they were forced to be what they were not.
Flora refused to kill, for it felt wrong. Even if it meant her survival she would not eat a dead body. The flesh of an innocent creature should never be consumed. One of her sisters, Venusia, kept insisting she should eat. One bite was enough, it was already dead. No need to let it go to waste. Flora refused again leaving a disheartened Venusia behind. She became desperate. She knew it was wrong to destroy a life and with every passing day she felt herself perish. Everyday the worry on the faces of her family grew but she didn’t know what to do.
Then finally she cried. She cried and cried. She cried while not even knowing what tears were but she cried until all her desperation and exhaustion had washed away. She felt reinvigorated and sighed a sigh of relief. With still blurry eyes she looked around her. To her surprise flowers were growing everywhere around her. Flowers she had never seen before. She took a closer look at them, touched them. With a gasp she pulled her paw away. The flowers were wet and not long after touching it flowers started growing on her fur.
A moment passed as she stood frozen, but soon she connected the dots. This was why everything felt so wrong. They were not meant to destroy but to create. Flora wanted everyone to know and hurried home. In her haste she started to trip often and eventually tripped right at the edge of a hill. She bared herself, expecting to roll down and hit the ground. But nothing happened. Instead she was floating above the ground, just like the Oras could. Another revelation hit her. “MAGIC! We also have magic!” From then on she flew home instead of taking the risk of tripping again.
Flora was expecting a warm welcome. In the end she got one, but only from her family and especially Venusia. The others were wary. The Brutes and Oras had slowly come to accept that the siblings were different and tried to accept them. But Flora was now singled out as the dangerously strange one. The Brutes saw her now as a chance to get magic themselves, while the Oras saw her as nothing but a threat on their authority. They desired her, abhorred her. Flora would never be save among the Brutes and Oras ever again.
Soon after the news she became aware of that truth as some sought to destroy her. Flora became scared and fled from the group her family belonged to. But no place on the planet brought shelter. In the end she made a heavy hearted decision. She would leave the planet. And so she did.
Lore - The Purpose
Flora had left the planet and had entered space. She was left to face down the many stars sparkling in the dark. Some were brighter than others but they all had their unique shine. Hesitantly she looked back for a moment to Astarté. None of the many stars in the sky would shine like the Medium of her home. No, not her home. She wouldn’t call it that anymore, not when she couldn’t stay. One last glance, one look, to see Astarté in its full glory before she forced her eyes shut. With only the memory of that left, she started her journey in search of a new home, her true home.
Flora felt tired and hungry, literally exhausted. It felt different from the hunger she felt when she had refused to eat. As if the journey was sapping away all the energy she had. Her new home had to be found soon or she wouldn't last. She had passed by and inspected many planets but none of them had any life. But none of them felt dead. All of their Mediums had been shining brightly and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that someday there would be life growing on those planets. Not that it was helpful for her now, Flora had to keep going.