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In the beginning, there was a word. What this word was, nobody knows, it is left up to guess and myth. But in this word there was a truth, and yet the greatest lie. In this word was spoken everything, and was spoken nothing. And from this word came everything, yet from this word came nothing. And from the nothing, something arose, and then it was gone. This word created the primeval state, the beginning, and yet at that beginning there was an End. It was The End. And the End was the beginning, and in that beginning was the word. The only being around to hear that word was the Creator, who had spoken it. And yet, as he spoke that word, other beings became. And yet those beings that became could not hear the word. And because these beings could not hear that word which gave them form and gave them being, they began to descend into madness, their bodies, once pure and perfect, began to change, they became the nothingness the word spoke of, beings made of an empty void.
In the beginning, it was hard on the beings. They were once perfect, once pure. And yet, because of the Creator's mistake, they were cursed to be imperfect. Because of this they brought curse on the Creator's name. The great Dragon which has wished to give them a perfect life in the primeval time. And because of this curse from his beloved creations, the Creator also descended into madness. And yet, before he could he performed one last benevolent deed, he created a world, much different than the primeval time, he created a world of greenery and of life. He created a world of order and peace in contrast to his plane of existence, which thrived on chaos and disorder. And in this world, he created life. And in the instant that he created this life, he created a being, a being who would one day free him from his torture.
In the beginning of this world, he spoke a word. This word was not the pure and perfect word that had created the primeval time, this word was distorted by his insanity. As the word created the life and created the world, it also created something else. For you see, this word was corrupt, yet, to save his new world from the corruption of his insanity, he created another world. A complete inverse to his new world and yet not quite chaotic like the primeval time, and in this new evil world he stored the corruption in his word. In this world the corruption manifested, it manifested as a being. A being so evil and so vile that even the insane Creator could not allow it to be, he locked away the being, in the shape of soul-filled land and lesser evil beings. However, as he did this these lesser evils spilled out into his perfect world, corrupting it.
The Creator wept for his world as these beings spilled into it. The insane beings noticed his weeping, figuring out at once about this world he had made, the being he had created to replace them. They were outraged at this and at once they entered the world, by what means nobody is sure of. The Creator, still weeping at the corruption of his world, gave his being one gift. It was the gift of a word. The word that made the primeval times. The word that had caused the perfect beings to go insane. And with this word, he bestowed upon this being the power to survive, the power to free him from his curse. This word, spoken at the beginning of the End and at the end of the beginning was a simple word. Create. And with this word, the being he had created did amazing deeds, from fending off the corruption of the world to even conquering the corrupt and evil dimension he had created. And finally, the being found his way to the primeval time.
The Creator did not want to fight, he merely made sure the being wanted to attack. He just wanted this to be over. The insane beings had built measures to try and make sure he did not perish, they constructed devices that fed on his own insanity to keep his body healed. The being was wise, however, and destroyed the devices. The Creator was glad. In the end, the being landed the final hit on the Creator and he was vanquished. His torment was finally over. And as he died, his body falling away to pieces in the surrounding void, he spoke a word... And the being heard the word, and the word was understood. It was a simple word. And the word the Creator spoke as he died, was the word, goodbye.
Haha I liked this short story. Very Deep and especially exciting since there arn't so many good stories about The End in comparison to the amount about the Overworld.
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Thanks, I always enjoy stories about the origin of Minecraft, but I wanted one that took a more artful approach about it. I also wanted people to look at the Enderdragon in a new light. The general opinion seems to be that it is either evil or innocent and Steve is evil for killing it, but what if it is just a beast tortured by a past mistake and the reason it does not fight back is because it wishes to die?
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The problem with the truth, is that it never lies.
I'm getting biblical vibes from this, especially near the beginning. 'Tis vague and poetic. The word choice doesn't feel quite as spot-on later in the story, but otherwise great work. This is definitely one of the better creation stories I've read so far.
I'm getting biblical vibes from this, especially near the beginning. 'Tis vague and poetic. The word choice doesn't feel quite as spot-on later in the story, but otherwise great work. This is definitely one of the better creation stories I've read so far.
That was the intent at the beginning was to sound biblical, later on I wanted it to have a bit more of a narrative vibe to it, although I may edit it later to make the word choice more consistent.
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The problem with the truth, is that it never lies.
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In the beginning, there was a word. What this word was, nobody knows, it is left up to guess and myth. But in this word there was a truth, and yet the greatest lie. In this word was spoken everything, and was spoken nothing. And from this word came everything, yet from this word came nothing. And from the nothing, something arose, and then it was gone. This word created the primeval state, the beginning, and yet at that beginning there was an End. It was The End. And the End was the beginning, and in that beginning was the word. The only being around to hear that word was the Creator, who had spoken it. And yet, as he spoke that word, other beings became. And yet those beings that became could not hear the word. And because these beings could not hear that word which gave them form and gave them being, they began to descend into madness, their bodies, once pure and perfect, began to change, they became the nothingness the word spoke of, beings made of an empty void.
In the beginning, it was hard on the beings. They were once perfect, once pure. And yet, because of the Creator's mistake, they were cursed to be imperfect. Because of this they brought curse on the Creator's name. The great Dragon which has wished to give them a perfect life in the primeval time. And because of this curse from his beloved creations, the Creator also descended into madness. And yet, before he could he performed one last benevolent deed, he created a world, much different than the primeval time, he created a world of greenery and of life. He created a world of order and peace in contrast to his plane of existence, which thrived on chaos and disorder. And in this world, he created life. And in the instant that he created this life, he created a being, a being who would one day free him from his torture.
In the beginning of this world, he spoke a word. This word was not the pure and perfect word that had created the primeval time, this word was distorted by his insanity. As the word created the life and created the world, it also created something else. For you see, this word was corrupt, yet, to save his new world from the corruption of his insanity, he created another world. A complete inverse to his new world and yet not quite chaotic like the primeval time, and in this new evil world he stored the corruption in his word. In this world the corruption manifested, it manifested as a being. A being so evil and so vile that even the insane Creator could not allow it to be, he locked away the being, in the shape of soul-filled land and lesser evil beings. However, as he did this these lesser evils spilled out into his perfect world, corrupting it.
The Creator wept for his world as these beings spilled into it. The insane beings noticed his weeping, figuring out at once about this world he had made, the being he had created to replace them. They were outraged at this and at once they entered the world, by what means nobody is sure of. The Creator, still weeping at the corruption of his world, gave his being one gift. It was the gift of a word. The word that made the primeval times. The word that had caused the perfect beings to go insane. And with this word, he bestowed upon this being the power to survive, the power to free him from his curse. This word, spoken at the beginning of the End and at the end of the beginning was a simple word. Create. And with this word, the being he had created did amazing deeds, from fending off the corruption of the world to even conquering the corrupt and evil dimension he had created. And finally, the being found his way to the primeval time.
The Creator did not want to fight, he merely made sure the being wanted to attack. He just wanted this to be over. The insane beings had built measures to try and make sure he did not perish, they constructed devices that fed on his own insanity to keep his body healed. The being was wise, however, and destroyed the devices. The Creator was glad. In the end, the being landed the final hit on the Creator and he was vanquished. His torment was finally over. And as he died, his body falling away to pieces in the surrounding void, he spoke a word... And the being heard the word, and the word was understood. It was a simple word. And the word the Creator spoke as he died, was the word, goodbye.
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Curse PremiumThat was the intent at the beginning was to sound biblical, later on I wanted it to have a bit more of a narrative vibe to it, although I may edit it later to make the word choice more consistent.