A strange voice does whisper in the heads, in the minds, it says strange things, great things, it speaks of what's to come and what has been, and what does happen now. It speaks, and as it speaks, all listen.
"Let the worlds be witness, let them cry out in joy and fear, in happiness and misery, for you have arrived in this world, you have now set your entity and being into this world, you have come into existence.
No.
You have always existed. You have always been here, waiting, you , Vowzra, the Master of Space, the Lord of Time, have ascended, you have taken your rightful place in this new world, as was your destiny, your fate."
Vowzra
Weightlessness. Floating in the nothingness. Vowzra slowly allowed himself to see, allowed himself to feel and sense, allowed his innate power to spread around and know all, allowed for his omniscience and omnipotence to pervade the fabric of this new world.
He saw.
A barren land, devoid of life. Creatures of power floated around it, greater power than Vowzra knew to exist, power as great as a gods, if not greater. What were these things which hung there, as if they were part of the scenery, yet around them was an aura of such might and glory, so much that they could not be ignored, that nothing but them could truly be looked at. Vowzra knew who this was instantly, it was part of godliness to know these little things. The one called Ultima spoke.
"You are born" it said, the pleasure in its voice so overwhelming that the usually serene and emotionless Vowzra felt a strange euphoric happiness rise up in him. He tried to remove the strange emotion, tried to uproot it and chuck it away, but no matter how he tried, he could not, he could not overwhelm the happiness of this Ultima and bind it to his own serene, disdainful will, so Vowzra beared with it. He slowly floated outwards, in a gaseous state, slowly taking form, first a wooden hand emerged from the smoke of creation, then a wooden head, and a body followed close behind,
until an old man, made of wood with leaves for hair and bark for skin floated before the Ultima. For a while he looked at Ultima, then at the other creatures, knowing with a certainty that one of them was fate, that thing which he knew he would have much time to know, and to know well, for fate and time were interlinked and related, for a future could not exist without fate, and there could be no fate without time, and Vowzra...was the lord of time.
Vowzra looked at the man in black hooded robes, but his godly omniscience could not inform him of who this was, or any of the others. It was a strange feeling, not to be able to know what this creature was when he willed himself to know. He did not ask though, a god did not ask, especially one so proud and patient as Vowzra, he knew however, his godly senses told him, that neither pride or patience should stand between him and asking this Ultima what was going on, what this world was and what had happened.
"Mighty Ultima, noble Fate" he said in a loud, deep commanding voice,
"and those here whom I know not" he swept his eyes over the others briefly,
"do pardon me for my curiosity, but what is this place" he swept his arms around himself, the endless spaces, the barren rock,
"why have we..." he knew there were more like him, he could sense them even if he couldn't see them, some were here, others still on the way,
"why have we been brought to this place?" he looked at Ultima, another question burning in his mind. One he did not say out loud, what exactly, who exactly was this Ultima, and who were these others? This Fate and this hooded creature and those who had not revealed themselves? What part did they all play in this?
He looked up at Ultima expectantly. Vowzra, the god who knew all, who never asked questions, was waiting for an answer.
