This is my first story, and will hopefully keep at it. I currently have an agreement with my sister to get cover art should I get past 50 chapters, so that should help with motivation. I'll try to keep any monologues/long winded teaching points to their own separate chapters where possible and mark them as such at the beginning in case you feel like skipping such things. 

For a moment the young man is alone with the darkness. He sits with his eyes closed waiting. The red lightning strikes in the distance, exactly where he predicted it would. The distortions that make this realm so unstable are shown by the red lightning. With nothing else to do, he has studied the distortions, slowly learning how this reality maintains itself without collapsing as it should. Perhaps it would have collapsed long ago without the power of a god maintaining it, but he wasn’t so sure. There was an almost sublime beauty to how the distortions disrupted everything while feeding into… well, something that seemed to provide a foundation for this realm. There is always something more to learn.

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A wave of Silence rolls over him, making even his heartbeat disappear for a moment. Silence, that beautiful lack of feeling that could make one forget about mistakes that had been made, about everything wrong in the world outside. Speaking, and even moving, could produce noise, but this red lightning seemed to create waves of Silence that swallowed all potential for noise.

As more of the red lightning strikes, he opens his eyes, looking in all directions. Something had changed. The distortions were becoming even more erratic giving off a wrongness that was foreign to even this realm. Closing his eyes once more, he feels the shadows coalescing nearby. The master of this realm has arrived. It wouldn’t want to let the tedious balance in this realm collapse. Who knows what sorts of trouble it would cause in the world. It was Eratine itself that kept this man, Kyros, from accomplishing his dream. From changing reality.

Then the shadows melted in a blaze of white, and Kyros lost consciousness.