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// Prologue 1: Gods are Awful Writers 
// Story: The Gods of Chaos 
// by SonofaTimePony 
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	I laughed a crazed, evil laugh as I lifted my hands. My palms started to glow a bright red colour. The six statues in front of me began to glow as well before lifting into the air and began spinning around me in a circle. I had won. The world was all mine now. At long last I was the most powerful being in the cosmos and nobody could stop...


No, wait that’s too far ahead. Let me start over.


Once upon a time, in a little city lost to those not already there, there was a little boy.


Shit, no, that’s not right, either. Ugh, who knew writing could be so difficult? I can bend the fabric of time and space to my will, shape new worlds and turn existing ones on their heads, but writing a simple story flusters me? What the hell, universe?


To be honest, though, I'm not sure any of this is actually happening. It all seems too good to be true. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. It all feels real. The smells, the sights, the sounds, it all seems to be happening, but at the same time I know it might not be. I pinch myself, but I don't wake up. I've done everything I could to try to wake up from what I thought must be some crazy dream, but no matter what I do I'm still here.


What would I do if it was all a dream? If I suddenly woke up in the car, back in my normal life, what would I do? I've seen so much and done so many amazing things that I don't know if I can handle my old boring, mundane life again.


But then again, my old life is what I traded for all of this. Could I go back to it even if I wanted to?


But you aren't here for my mumbling and ramblings. You want a story. My story. I suppose I'll give you one, too. I just have to find the right starting point. Who knew it would be this hard...


Aha! I think I've got it! Bear with me on this one.


Once upon a time there was a boy, a beast, and a bargain.