A chronicle of heroes. Book One: From the void

turbed for countless millennia until, from within this vast, endless nothingness, emerged a speck. It was a strange, unfamiliar entity, this speck: a small, tenebrous blemish upon the seeming

this gargantuan, intangible presence had become fully aware of each dark particle of its existence and thought of nothing but its own self. Whatever it had felt had been centered around its unimaginably expansive form. These self-centered feelings persisted, and the darkness reveled in the idea that it was the one and only thing that existed. This tranquil, seemingly eternal state was suddenly interrupted by a strange pull from the unknown. For the first time in its existence, the pitch-black consciousness felt curiosity–it had never felt anything other than its own, dark form and as the unknown force tugged once more, the darkness's curiosity was reinforced with irritation as its outermost dark particles shifted their position without instruction. This darkness was now fully determined to learn what this force was, and as it continued to follow this pull, it was shocked–for the first time, it could stretch out beyond the obstruction, which the darkness had always presumed was the bounds of its expansion. Dark swirls of annoyance and anger came out from the dark dimension's consciousness as it crossed into the unknown. Now, with emitting waves of frustration, the dark conscious thought again, "This is my domain! I overwhelmed all around me and reigned over the expanses of infinite nothingness. This all belongs to me." Along with feeling perplexed, the darkness naturally felt an unquenchable desire to overwhelm this new, unexplainable force, just like it had done to the void for what now seemed like an eternity ago. As these thoughts plagued the darkness, swirling around its core like a rushing vortex of ire and uncertainty. It perceived something far, far in the distance, glimmering faintly in this realm. With a thrilling sense of dread coursing through its form, the darkness waited, its shadows swirling and whispering in anticipation. However, the distant, mysterious phenomenon never approached. After a short while, the darkness could not tolerate being transfixed in such a way. And so, with an enormous surge of determination, the darkness summoned its whole existence towards the unknown phenomenon. It condensed into a deep, bottomless vortex of pitch black matter that roared and rushed around its center, ready to engulf and extinguish whatever this was and regain the dominance it had held for eternity. As this swarm of dark matter came close to this blur, it was overcome by the strangest sensation. It was a kind of different resonance, which it perceived as: "Cease your wrath." This feeling sent an endless, serene wave throughout the darkness's entire form. It wasn't something that could be explained, but the external instruction invoked a sense of wonder in the darkness. The darkness involuntarily approached the source of the disembodied instruction, moving faster and faster until it was abruptly halted from going any further. It seemed as if there was another obstruction shi