He Feeds My Liver To Stray Cats

There was always a way that a story would start. An intricate spin that was used to deliver every tale. And for this one we begin with a single rose. A delicate thing that started off as nothing more than a gentle breeze that birthed a hurricane.

And yet from that delicate piece of life there was said to have been numerous battles that would have been fought and lost. It was the Helena of Troy and the lost trident of its time and for it there were those who were willing to sacrifice and lose everything just to get the chance to hold it in their possession.

It was always the smallest things that people took the most for granted and yet it was also those smallest things that seemed to have the biggest effect on the sequence of historical events as well as the turning of the hands of time. It was never easy to be the one thing that everyone seemed to desire, the trophy at the end of the race. But for the flower Zan. It was going to be the very thing that was going to set our story in motion and allow the prophecy to run its course. Because the thing that everyone knows about prophecies is the fact that you can never run from them. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you. It always ends up catching up to you in the end.

The Zan flower was said to be the source the greatest  force that the universe had ever seen it had been born from the forbidden love story of two people who had been bound to never meet. Eons ago the universe was born from a catastrophic ball of light that seemed to swallow and consume everything that was in its path.it was seen as the ray which had been able to consume the darkness which had once been the only thing which previously occupied the planes.

From that light,  galaxies and stars were born and it woke beings which had once been dormant through time. These beings were known as celestials as they were said to be the houses of large amounts of energy. They were gifted, strange and unique abilities by the light and they were mostly able to manipulate the light to their whim.

That was all except the king of the darkness himself, Sefan. He had been seen as an outcast amongst the celestials and from him it had been said that death had been born. He hadn’t been present before the Celestials came to light, but in fact he had been forged from the remains of the darkness that surrounded the realm.

He didn’t heal or create. Rather he destroyed and ruined the things that were left in his wake because of that he was seen as an outcast, he was shunned out by the other celestials who seemed to continue to treat him as a monster. The only person who still treated him as family and looked towards him as a good person was Selene.

She had always seen him as a good friend and he was like a brother to her. She tried to look out for him and although the others kept them out of their affairs. She was determined to involve him in everything that she did. He felt as though she was doing it out of pity and for one absolutely hated that. He didn’t want to be seen as weak.