Immortals: From the Beginning
Everything has a beginning. From the life of a singular being to the beginning of an entire species. But for every beginning, there is an end. That's how it's supposed to be, how it should be.
But there are always exceptions.
For every entity in not just our world, but the entire universe, there is a small group that -doesn't- have an end. The Immortals. There are immortal worlds, immortal suns, and immortal beings. Even the Immortals have a beginning, but like all others, we can never truly know what our beginning was. When it was. What we do know, is that it was before the birth of all things. We were entities of nothingness. Consciousnesses floating in the empty void of the before. You are not aware of us, just like you are not aware of the life of other planets, even if you suspect.
And likewise, the life of other planets is unaware of -you-.
And yet we as Immortals are aware of eachother, and thus aware of all things. Perhaps not knowledgeable, but aware. I would like to tell you that we Immortals have weekly meetings and help to decide what to do with the worlds we are in. But we don't, because we don't control them. Just like you, we aren't sure what made -us-. We know we didn't make the universe, or the suns and worlds it holds. We were from the before, when there was nothing but us. But something made us, else we would have been the ones to strike the chain of events that created all things, and gave our individual consciousnesses physical form.
This story will focus on the lives of Immortals in a world you are familiar with, for now. The Immortals among man, wolf, raven, deer, perhaps even goldfish. For all things have at least two immortals. Perhaps only those of us of the more free races are capable of meeting and sharing our stories, as you will see. But yes, even the fly on your wall that never seems to die could be one. You might think it just keeps laying eggs. But no... It just hasn't died yet. If you were one of us, you would know. Because he, or she, would talk to you, and tell you to stop swinging that damn flyswatter around.
But I've gotten off track with such ideas. A particular group of Immortals has always had their paths fated to meet. For now, that group is meant only to meet on "The Homeworld"
As much as many of your own kind would like to disagree, (I myself included, were it not for the knowledge I would gain in time) Earth is the world of beginnings. Not the center of the universe, certainly not the place where all of the most important events in the history of all is meant to happen. But it is where the first spark ignited, the spark of life that shot out unevenly and unpredictably in the blink of an eye. Faster than sound, faster than light or anything beyond. It went at the speed of -Life-. Scientists would like to believe it took billions of years for the creation to complete. Many religions say it took only a few days. But we Immortals know, it took but seconds. In but a blink of time, the before became the now, the void became the universe. Everything was alive, and growing. All beings took form and walked, full of instincts and knowledge the very moment of their creation. It was beautiful, that spark that spread so vastly. We as Immortals had the privilege of watching, if only briefly. But minutes after the Spark, each immortal felt themselves being pulled in different directions. Felt physical shape beginning to form around their conscience.
Myself and countless others were pulled to Earth, just as countless more were pulled to each planet that had been created in the moments of the Spark. Then, time began. This was when those billions of years science thinks about began to move. For so long, I watched with my fellow Immortals as the world evolved. Species lives and died, landscapes shifted and changes, imprinted themselves beneath new earth. We watched the entire world be wiped out but for a few beside ourselves, and we watched it regrow. It was after the birth of Man that my own form changed, along with many others. I went from the being of a raven to that of a human. One other, I knew, would find themselves a human. And countless others may remain as they were, or change into something new as well. But I became man in the days of the renaissance. Kings and queens, knights and rangers, lords and peasants. Castles and cottages. Why was it then, at such a late age in even human history?
Because that was when fate began to pull at a group of Immortals from Earth and other worlds. Pulled us together. It would take thousands of years more for the races of other worlds to join us on Earth, but for now, it was us. Pulled by fate, and bound by brotherhood. Free to live our endless lives until the others may join us, and our purpose became known.
Perhaps I'm wrong... Maybe Earth is where the maters of true importance will be held. The Fairy Tale Planet. The beginning of the Spark, where life is most diverse, most widespread.
The Spark Planet.
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Right, before I put more effort into this, I'm going to wait for a few people to take interest in the idea. As more join, I will give more details about the Immortals, about the eventual plans for this RP, I will tell you this- Each chapter of this RP will take place in a different time period of Earth, from the renaissance where we begin to thousands of years from where we currently are, when the beings of other planets will join us. In each Chapter, we will play as our Immortals, and tell the story of their importance to the time period. Usually involving bringing it to an end, or causing its most important events. With a lot of fun to add in the middle, like one great big sandwich, with the Spark as the bottom bread, and the void as the top.
Let's see who takes interest in my crazy ideas, shall we?