And then a great thumb like a heartbeat, louder, louder. The birth of Time.
Followed by a spark of multicolored flames spreading across the void, breaking the silence, breaking the stillness, offering change and movement. The birth of Chaos.
And then, the flames started to take form, spherical, spiral, elliptic and with it life appeared, both mortal and immortal. The birth of Law.
And with life came values and feelings, valor and deceit, peace and violence, love and hate. The birth of Good and Evil.
And the four forces started to roam the cosmos fighting each other like children who wish to earn recognition in the eyes of the elders.
ENOUGH!!A thunderous voice heard across the cosmos, and a form appeared, it was a man and a child at the same time, an embryo and a corpse.
THERE IS NO POINT IN FIGHTING MY CHILDREN, YOU ARE EQUALS, Time said
We are just dancing Father, a voice both hysterical and soothing said, or it was fighting, hmm, I say it is bumpliborilimicus, yes that’s it.
EQUALS?? A deep sinister voice said, how can “I” be equal with these lesser forces? Those three are doing my biding, they follow my great scheme, and they just don’t know it yet.
That is incorrect, a strict uncolored voice said, I calculated all the possible scenarios, and in every possible outcome you cannot be superior to any of us.
And you will never be, a strong and valorous voice said, as long as there are heroes to oppose your villainous plans you shall not prevail.
Oh yes please, create more heroes, in the end they see it worthless to sacrifice everything for others and they became my favorite plaything
According to my calculations, for every villain there is a hero, thus, this argument is pointless.
I think is purple, or it was blue … oh that’s right, its purblue.
SILENCE! HAVE YOU EVER LOOKED BACK? LOOK WHAT YOU CREATE.
And then, Chaos,Law,Good, and Evil looked back and saw a great tree, black as night illuminated by countless stars and worlds.
What? Countless planes praise me and dark forces corrupt the mortals? Oh the sound of desperation is intoxicating.
As there are countless forces that oppose you, crawl back to your pit villain, you shall not prevail.
The form of this tree is asymmetrical, corrective actions imminent.
Touch a branch and your innards shall meet my blade! Wait, you don’t have innards … and I don’t have blade?? NOOO
MY CHILDREN, IF YOU CONTINUE FIGHTING YOU WILL DESTROY YOUR CREATION, LET THOSE WHO PRAISE YOU FIGHT IN YOUR NAME.
For once I agree, but we must know our cosmos, soon be MY cosmos.
That is true, we can give life to a being and gather information about all planes and realms
Correct, this the more feasible solution, a servant to map this multiverse.
I agree to disagree to disagree in order to agree and then … hey, is that a giant space hamster?
And thus the four forces offered a spark of their essence and a great beast in the form of a dragon appeared before them, its skin clear crystal and you could see through it the birth and the death of millions stars. Its eyes fierce with black flames but is aura brilliant and calming.
-I pledge my existence to the service of my creators and the All Time, what is your will.
And Time said
I NAME THY SENTINEL OF BALANCE; YOUR TASK IS TO TRAVEL ACROSS THE COSMOS IN ORDER TO MAP IT IN PERFECT DETAIL FOR MY CHILDREN.
-And though art is shall be done masters, although, my nature compels me to ask something in return.
Oh? It should be enough just to serve me slave!
Hush! The Sentinel speaks true what is your desire?
-The last world I will come upon I shall claim it as my own, and it shall be my domain.
It is the optimal conclusion to get a reward within the limits of your status.
Just grab a rock already! Or not? Hmm.
The deal is sealed!
And with these final words the Sentinel sprouts his wings and his great journey begun.
He traveled the astral sea of the Tree and through it to countless worlds. He saw the flames of Hell and the suffering the sinful deserved, and through the black river Styx, the unfair torturing of innocent souls in the Abyss, but also the bliss of the Elysium and the harmony of Celestia. He escaped barely the Maw of Chaos in Limbo just to find himself in uncomfortable order in Mechanus.
He traveled through fire, earth , water and air, and then into the Prime Planes, a unhospitable world with a dying sun, a world where magic died and it was engulfed in blue flames, another ravaged by war for millennia, even a world where Evil and horror ruled supreme.
And finally he saw it, a world at the edge of the cosmos, his world. Exhausted flew as fast as he could to his promised land, to his destiny.