Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24821182-20140531143540

Before creation, we had Prism, the creator.

An almighty crystal a thousand times larger than the sun, having drifted eternally through the emptiness of space, Prism held power beyond imagination, and her most prized possessions were the millions of colors that she stored deep within herself, their radiating beauty unlike anything existent in the world today.

Prism had an ego to match her greatness, as well. She was very narcissistic, as gods have a right to be, and she could spend millennia just flattering herself, commenting on the perfection of every conceivable aspect of her transparent omnipotence. Nothing pleased the god more than praise, and Prism had no idea how she could possibly live on without getting it.

When the time came where she finally tired of hearing her own voice, Prism was desperately trying to think up some other way to be praised, so that she wouldn’t die from boredom, and an idea began to take form inside her. Prism would create other entities to compliment her, and they would honor her through deeds.

In order to create anything, though, you need something to create from, and when all matter was compressed within Prism’s body, there was only one place to get the materials necessary. Then Prism, the almighty whole, did something she would end up regretting for the rest of her eternal existence:

She started tearing herself apart.

Prism reached into her heart and ripped out a number of colors, which she compressed to form a bright light that illuminated the darkness, and with this light, she created stars. These stars were placed in certain areas of space, so that their light could shine through Prism’s crystal body and display the most beautiful rainbows of color. A testament to their creator’s greatness.

For a hundred years, the wondrous light of the stars was sufficient to please Prism, but in time she tired of these as well, so she needed to create something new. That inspired Prism to pull out even more colors and use them to create our world, with all its emerald oceans, green forests, and blue skies. The diversity of our planet, the stark beauty of the fields and mountains, and the ecosystem keeping everything in balance was truly marvelous for Prism to behold.

For a decade, she was content with watching the planet, but then Prism became lonely, and she wondered if now wasn’t a fitting time to create some sentient beings to wander through her world, experiencing the masterful craft of the god.

Prism tore out the last of her colors, and she used these to give birth to two sons, Fraction and Fragment, both of whom were mighty titans with powers reminiscent of their mother’s. They traversed the world, impressed by what they saw. Wanting it for themselves…

The sons started claiming their mother’s land as their own, destroying the peaceful nature and remodeling it in their image, and it pained Prism immensely to see this. She wanted them to seize ruining her work, but they wouldn’t listen to their old mother, who just didn’t understand the struggles of youth and had no idea what they were going through.

Prism was unable to stop her sons, as she no longer possessed any colors to tame them with, and the god just had to observe their greed consuming the world, wondering what went wrong in their creation. She had given them everything, and they reciprocated with such unbelievable ingratitude.

When all of the planet had been claimed by Fraction and Fragment, the two started a long and bloody war for territory, and this shocked Prism most of all; how could one possibly turn against their own brother? What kind of lowly creature sought to spill the blood of family, in the name of petty avarice of all things?

That was when Prism to her horror realized what she had done wrong:

Her sons were colorblind.

They were incapable understanding themselves, and much less each other. They were doomed to fight that which they didn’t understand, until death perhaps. The destruction and conquest of the land were nothing but the acts of foolish children who didn’t know any better.

Prism sought to end the conflict through negotiation, but her efforts proved fruitless, and when Fraction’s head was smashed against a mountain, the creator was consumed by anger at both of her sons. Prism took her remaining power and put a curse on the two of them, saying:

“You do not want my interference in your fight, then so be it. I will no longer bother trying to appease the both of you, but rather punish you to carry on this pointless struggle for eternity. From your shattered bodies, warriors will rise. From the warrior’s bodies, cravens shall rise. From their bodies, insects shall rise. And so on. This way, your conflict will continue to shrink in size until the both of you are nothing but dust in the wind, insignificantly small. May you fracture forever until you reach a size where even I can no longer sense you!”

And that paved the way for mankind; a species doomed to self-destruction. 