//------------------------------// // Thought and Origins // Story: Young Gods // by Eathlome //------------------------------// Young Gods Ch. 3: Thought and Origins Key: Mat John Diane Aurora All of the above Thought Void Vice This chapter might be a bit dark. Also just letting you know that I wrote most of this on a tablet, so there will probably be some spelling mistakes, and format mistakes. Let me know if you see any. The four lights, seeking balance, flowed around each other. It has been such a long time since we tried this last. We just need to concentrate, and remember what we were taught. We need to remember the feeling, the experience of when we first were. Remember and Repeat the mantra. Focus Remember Accept Believe The four gods focused, and fell back into a memory from the beginning, their beginning. The Being was tired, it had been living in Utopia since it had came to be, it was powerful, but that was pointless when one was alone. The Being felt an urge, an unstable need, The Being gave in. It Created. Grinning in triumph another Being felt the act of Creation. I knew it, that one would never be able stay quite forever. The first move has been made, and now our battle begins. The Being melded with it's lover. It had never know she was there, just she had never known of him. To him she was peace and freedom, to her he was hope and passion. Together they Created, joining as one making and four new lives, before she returned to her domain. The Being was happy, he was now a he, no longer an it, and he was no longer lonely. The four new lives looked up to the being, and said the one thing which would make the coming horror worth it. Father It had been many years since the act of Creation and the new lives had grown. One day they asked, Father, do we have names? The Being replied yes, but he did not know them, as names were sacred, and one had to find their name for themselves. The new lives paused, then asked, Father, do you have a name? My children, my name was revealed to me when I Created you, so I shall tell you, I am Thought. Focus Remember Accept Believe In the paradise of Utopia the Children of Thought learned. They learned from experience, and from observing, but they enjoyed learning the most when they were taught by Thought. The lessons from Thought were always important, and Thought was patient and answered every question that was asked. The Children of Thought wondered what all living things did, how did I come to be? Thought explained that they were gods creatures of the mind that come from the mind, that they were made of beliefs, dreams, hopes, wonders, and necessity. Thought explained that he himself came from the belief in sentience and the mind. Thought explained how the four gods were made of the four constants in all of the worlds, and that they would be able to draw power from them. Thought then felt a disturbance and decided then that he would tell his children about the coming battle, and their role in it. Thought began to explain, about how the mind was powerful, but delicate, and that the amazing things that were created were balanced by the primal terrors which lurk deep in the psyche. Thought told them of his opposite and brother, who could only destroy, but longed to Create. Thought told the gods of Vice, the name his brother had taken after he had first tried to kill Thought. Thought explained how Vice reached deep into the mind and began to pull out the monsters contained within to serve him. Thought called these the Monsters of the Mind. There were the Fears, weak creatures, but so numerous that millions could die, and billions would be their to take their place. Then there are the Pains and Memories, which consume each other along with Fears to become stronger, twisting the mind and growing from the chaos. The Phobias came next. Fears that have been worshiped, or accepted by many, gaining powers far greater then all Fears combined. The generals of Vice's army were the Sins and the Guilts. Powerful creatures and nearly impossible to destroy. These creatures could force their will over trillions of Fears, Pains, and Memories, molding them all into a single destructive force. The only weakness they held was that they could only act in a limited way, having no other ideas and plans, aside from those they were born with. The final monster that Vice called forth were the Mad. Whole minds which had lost their belief in Thought. Far stronger then any of the others, the Mad were nearly impossible to control, but fortunately they were few and far between. Father, why are you telling us this?" Vice is coming, he learned of this place when I Created you, and has been gathering his forces. You will have to leave, you will flee, hide, and remain safe. When will we leave, Father? Thought shuddered as a rift was opened into Utopia, You must go now, Vice has arrived. But Father, we don't know how! Do not worry, I will help you. The four gods turned around to see a large figure, darker than anything. This is your mother. She will keep you safe. Now listen, you must not come back here, not for a long time, not until you can Create, not just make. Now goodbye my children. I will keep Vice trapped here, but the Monsters of the Mind will soon follow you. As long as you survive, I will preserver. The dark figure swept over her children and the last sight they saw, before fading, was their father grappling with a corrupted reflection of himself, while Utopia was swarmed by uncountable horrors. Focus Remember Accept Believe In the darkness the gods searched, they reached out to each other, but were unable to touch. Waves of sorrow rolled off them, and pulses of compassion were sent in return. My children, my precious children, do not despair. But Mother, where are we? Why can we not find each other? You are in my domain, I am Void. The cost of coming here was your physical shell. You will be safe here and I will teach you. Hours, seconds, years, days passed and the gods learned. When the gods could no longer stay, their mother taught them a final lesson. "Listen careful, my children, for this is how to make yourself a body, a vessel to exist in other worlds..."