The Boy vs. The Lost Child
From the beginning of that other universe that is “slightly” different from ours, there existed “The Boy”. He had no idea where he came from or who created him. He didn’t have any surface reflections to see what he actually looked like.
He was just “there”.
It was just him in a dark space of nothingness. For centuries he formed thought upon thought and he had no clue where these ideas were coming from. At some point, the concept of imagination filled his mind with endless potential and, at that very moment, a sun appeared from a very far distance in that nothingness that The Boy lived in. He smiled at the thing that he knew in his mind to be “light”.
He felt a kinship with two concepts that were associated with the sun: warmth and vision. The idea of “love” came into his mind and he decided to focus his imagination to make this sensation a reality. The Boy started to design “space” and the stars and various phenomenon that made up “the universe” that was so similar to our own.
In all of his creative glory The Boy was unaware of was that the light gave birth to his shadow…and his shadow had something that lived inside of it. The Boy, in a creative fury, could feel that something else was there with him in the universe but he didn’t realize that he was giving birth to a being that would affect his future.
The Boy, after decades of giving birth to “his” universe, he decided to make something called “a planet” and create “life” there. He didn’t understand why he should do this, it just felt like the right thing to do.
After a century, he constructed his first planet and he called it “Giradia”. His shadow started to twitch with frustration but The Boy still continued to ignore the possibility that he wasn’t alone in the universe.
One night, while The Boy was sleeping, a man emerged from out of his shadow. If The Boy were to wake up and see the man (and if The Boy was to ever see his own image) he would have seen a man who looked just like him. But where The Boy had a positive disposition, this figure was the embodiment of negativity.
The hateful figure just stared at his sleeping host and anger seethed throughout his soul. He was furious at the idea that The Boy wanted to create life in this universe. This man had seen our world and hated humanity for all of its contradictions. He had no power in our universe, but his powers equally opposed The Boy’s ability to create in their universe. His abilities were in the art of destruction.
He wanted no life to ever exist in universe his twin created; the silence there gave his spirit peace. The man touched the sleeping Boy’s temple and connected his dreams to our world…
The Book of Events: Version 1.0 