Prologue

Narrator

In a black void, with nothing in all directions, there is a mass of white energy compressed so tightly that it could explode any second. The white ball of energy is constantly fluctuating with all the energy brimming inside of it. It's almost like a water balloon filled with too much water that it can pop with the slightest poke. If you look at the ball of energy you can see some sparks of an energy of different colors. More colors than you even know exist. These are all different types of energies. They varied from total opposites to two energies almost completely the same with only the slightest tint change.

All of a sudden a pair of hands rips through the darkness. The hands are rough so you can tell that they've been worked with and they're not too old, but not too young. They came from nowhere and they start to fade out right before the elbow. The hands are large enough that the ball of white energy that fits perfectly into the palm of the hands. It's a perfect fit. Almost hard to tell if the hands were made to hold this ball of energy or if the ball of white energy was molded for these hands.

All of a sudden the blackness seemed to tremble. The hands that were peacefully holding the white ball of energy changed. They now were starting to hold the ball of white energy clasped between them. If before the feeling of the blackness was a peaceful body of water without a ripple, it was now the feeling of a storm raging about trying to drown and destroy whatever it could. It was a great feeling of unease and danger and it all came from that white ball of energy. The hands were adding more and more pressure on the ball of energy, but they would not let a single bit of the energy out of their control. The pressure was like a mountain being dropped on a piece of coal all with the end result of that piece of coal turning into a diamond.

Slowly the white ball of energy changed from a water balloon, about to pop, into a pure white marble. It had a solid surface of pure white, not a single blemish and no sign of the previous energies could be seen. The white marble drifted in-between the two hands. Neither hand touching the marble anymore. The hands slowly retracted into the darkness slowly fading away back into the nothingness of the black void. The black void slowly regained its calm and returned to its stillness only this time instead of a white ball of energy it's a white marble. In this black void its unknown how long it had been in a place without a concept of time, but the stillness and peace could not last forever.

The white marble slowly started to tremble and the black void resonated with it. Slowly the pure white marble started to form cracks on its surface. If you looked between these cracks under the surface you would see a rainbow storm of energy rampaging within. The marble trembled more and more violently each shake. The cracks on the surface grew longer and wider. Finally, it seemed that it was the end when a brief pause in the tremors before the White marble exploded within the black void.

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An aurora of colored energy burst forth into the black nothingness spreading all throughout it. The energy waves spread everywhere bouncing off of each other and then colliding. The energy keeps spreading out and slowly creating new elements that clump together and creating the first worlds. These worlds are just clumps of metals, dirt, and lava now, but one day they will have the oldest and most powerful beings in this new universe residing within them.

The universe has slowly started to settle in the center while spreading out. The outer reaches at the same constant speed as the start. In the center, it's finally calmed down and the new worlds have also started to calm down. As if announcing its ready the pair of hands reemerge from nothingness, but this time they don't grab onto anything. Instead, the two hands slam together into a clap and then come apart creating a vortex where one energy is drawn in together. A pure white energy comes and starts forming small little flames each one pure without and any other color. The hand holds the almost infinite souls and then it selects twelve of them. These twelve souls float above the hands and then on each of them a symbol appears. These twelve all have one to twelve in roman numerals imprinted in gold on their surface. These are the first twelve souls that then fly in different directions in this new universe. Each with their own unique gift and their own unique fate.

The hands that are about to release the rest of the souls' halts. From the black void in-between the new worlds and energies, a new hand appears this one is not like the other physical hands. This new hand is made from a black energy that seemed to have come from nowhere. It's a more smooth feminine hand compared to the originals. This new hand doesn’t come from anywhere it is just there. In this new hand, there is a new flame, but this one is of a pure black flame that seems to suck in it's surrounding light. It's a new soul one that is different from all the others and as if to make it even more unique a roman numeral thirteen is imprinted in a bright red on the soul.

Before the original hands can react, the black hand release this new soul into the universe. The problem with this soul is that it is not bound to rules, it is not bound to fate, nor is it bound to any set plans that the original hands had. It flies off out of reach of both the hands. The black hand dispersers back into its black energy that fades back into the black void, but if one looked close enough they could see a beautiful face in the black void. The problem wasn't the face itself or its beauty. The problem was the smirk on the face that said its message perfectly clear. The original hands holding the other souls' stills for what feels like an eternity as if thinking what they should do. Finally, without any other options, they release the rest of the souls into this new universe. They fly in every direction. All these souls are all bound by their fates and all have a destination for where they'll end up. It was a wave of pure white washing through this new universe.

The hands fade back into nothingness as the souls all found their own worlds and settled onto them. The souls took in their surroundings absorbing different energies and different materials slowly building their own bodies following the blueprints imprinted in them that were deemed by their fates. And when each body was completed the lifeless eyes gained a spark of life and each soul began their journey. Fate was flowing like a steady stream. Out of nowhere, there was a ripple in that flow. It was the little black soul looking for a place it could fit into this mix. It did not have a set destination like all the other souls. It was just looking for a chance. A chance to slip into somewhere it could live its own life. A chance to begin its own journey. A chance to create its ripple in the flow of fate. This is the 13th soul.