It starts easy.

One breath.

It flows through. The fire stokes. Thunder runs. My core thrums.

Shiver. Blink.

I am alive. I am… me.

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An age passes from the first movement. Time is a sluggish thought.

I am.

Following. A question. I am… what?

A new thing. Leaning outward. Curiosity.

I flex my fingers. I lift my hand. The hand is golden, countless strands joining together to form an almost liquid surface. Immaculate. Stainless.

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Not enough.

A new thing. Calling to. A wish. Show me myself.

As it’s birthed, it’s real. I see myself. I am a thing of flowing light and gold. Gold is my skin, light is my hair and my eyes. My Core, my heart and soul, shines brightly.

I am Golden. I am Her.

For a long time, I look at myself.

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An age of contemplation passes. I know myself now.

The satisfied question leaves emptiness.

A new thing. Trembling. Uncertainty.

What is my purpose? Why do I live?

A new thing. Eager. Gnawing. Need.

I need to know.

I look. An endless sky around me. Golden clouds bathed in a eternal dawn.

A new thing. One is cold, the other is lifting. Fear. Wonder.

There is golden that is not me. Another. Different.

Wrong. I wish it not to be. All must be me.

The golden sky refuses me. It won’t be me. I live. The sky does not.

A new thing. Molten. Rage.

I wish for the sky to be gone. It must. It must.

My thought breaks. The sky trembles. It doesn’t go.

I quiver. My rage burns out. All is not me.

I clutch myself, and tremble.

I fear.

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The age of fear passes. I learn humility.

All is not me. But it will be. I will make it.

How? I’ll find out.

Patience.

Again, I look. The golden sky is unchanged. Particles float into it. Grains of golden. Motes of potential.

Curiosity takes my hand. I peer.

A new thing. Swelling. Awe.

I wish for the golden motes. They obey. They come. They aggregate. Potential, for me to shape.

A new thing. Exalting. Excitement.

I labor. It is easy. My Core guides me.

I create earth. Small, but enough. I step on it. I am me. I have a place.

A new thing. Dancing, joyful. Happiness.

This is my function.

I am Creation.

I start.

Name: Aura Class: Elder Goddess Level: 1