Creator

<br>Like hidden shadows in the blackness of the galaxy, her eyes looked over<br>the carbon-desert, enlighted by the orange-red glow of the turbulent<br>pools of magma, flowing wildly through the liquid centre. But neither<br>the deafening sounds of colliding plateaus of stone, nor the penetrable<br>and sickening heat from the yellowish stream of the molten materials,<br>boiling up from the deepest bottoms of the unstable ground she floated<br>above, could touch nor trigger her fragile senses.<br>Her hands hung in the air and bolts of electricity mazed her aura in<br>mysterious and frightening white. But there was no one there to fear<br>her, and no one there to love. It would take another million of the<br>lifetimes she had lead alone in the intensely silent darkness of the<br>emptiness of time before. The emptiness she knew by every inch, while<br>she travelled through the stargate, onwards to the place of her magic<br>spawn.<br>And when it finally resurrected from the ashes of its experimental and<br>primitive predecessors, it feared their creator hidden in the elements<br>of the surroundings. But when time went on and her children began to<br>evolve and mature their minds they seemed to forget or ignore their<br>collective roots, which lay a million lightyears and dimensions from<br>their homes. And most of them completely cleared their minds of powers<br>they had unknowingly inherited from the double helix of the gods.<br>And it was only centuries later that some of them rediscovered their<br>alienated origin, and began to breed the magic they all carried hidden<br>deeply in the id of the mind, still unharmed. And these chosen few would<br>give birth to a powerful line of the dominion, destined to change the<br>world once and for all into what her creator had meant it to be, when<br>she began this task in her youthful years.