TruthSeeker felt the pain go running up her veins again, making her head throb. She didn't know how long it had been, tied up and bleeding. Clearly, she was some sort of sacrifice or something, but she had only heard ringing in her ears after she had been thrown onto the sharpest rock she had ever stepped on. Her wing was still sore. She thought that it would  numb sooner. It, of course, hurt like heck. She remembered her father telling her The bedtime story, the one he used to tell her every night when she was little and recited it, almost quote on quote....
Long ago, the continent of Pyro wasn't here, along with the other two continents Pyrrhia and Pantala, and whoever knows how many others, but we were the main three, well, along with Pyrite. There was just darkness, dark and never ending, along with a few large platforms that the Creators called 'platforms of the dark', and things called Shadows, who were dark blobs that hurt anything they touched, and when killed they turned into a piece of scrawny meat that just barely kept you alive. It was terrible. The only things that could survive there was our Creators. They were dragons with many unique elements and powers of all sorts. They were born from the pair Life and Death. Death got his powers from killing and absorbing the Shadow's powers, and life got hers by making shadows, or giving life to those who didn't deserve it. They had Wind, Fate, Night, Day, Water, Earth, Love, Star, Spirit, Stone, and War. All of their children except War one day came along and got attacked by Shadows. They knew that they could not kill all of them, and that the only thing they could do was to help other generations. They knew they were going to die. So they all put their souls together and created peace among the environment, creating continents on the platforms and oceans or skies in the darkness. They also created, by accident, animals and dragons to live there, though some of the dragons absorbed some of their magic. Animus's. But little did they know that by doing that they had also absorbed their brother War and many other wandering souls that were close to their age and close to them. The only recorded survivors were their parents, who made a safe place for dragons and animals to go to when they died, so their children would never leave them again.
                        Death made Hell, a place for the children closer to him who had done terrible things in their lives, unthankful for what his children had given for them to be there, while Life made souls for her new grandchildren who did not deserve the Life they held, and she also made heaven, a place for her children closer to her could go to and meet the ones that they had thought they lost for good until they returned to the continents as a newborn, forgetting everything, their spirits turning into a star or an element, in our case the wind, and their soul given to a child.
                        I love you my sweets, and I always will. No matter what, I will always be here with you. Dead or alive. I'll never leave you. Just don't leave me.

                       TruthSeeker closed her eyes, going to sleep in an instant, her eyes dry from the tears she thought that she had cried off long ago.

Sad thing that somebody wrote —

Depression is serious. Sorry, I'll end this at a positive note.

— SnexMy on DeviantArt

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