Fate’s World

Fate was but an infant when he started to create. With his power to rule over all events for all things, there was nothing to govern. Before the world, fate attempted created his first experiment, the soul. The soul was meant to be the life of all things, it was meant for controlling, for exacting his plans. He spent ages creating the perfect soul, but to no avail. He tried many times to take hold of the soul, but it would just slip passed through his fingers, and what would something he could not hold be of any use to his powers? He kept trying to materialize soul but it lost its initial purpose to be catalyst for all beings.

His first attempt to materialize the soul resulted into air. He saw the potential of air so he decided to keep it. The next few centuries, there was just air in dead space because he was preoccupied. Fate was very much delighted with air, it’s free and loose but fate could still control it. He brushed it about, fanned it all around.

After those centuries with fate only playing with air, he felt the need to finish what he initially wanted to create. Air was too loose, it could never fit in a being, the being would fly about and possibly explode, no, fate did not want his beings to explode. With his perception of air being such a success, he decided to further the materialization and created water.

Fate never intended to have this much fun creating things, but he was such a young being that he found everything he had created was amusing. Now there was only water and air in dead space. Fate playfully spent the next dozens of centuries interacting with his newly created playthings until one day he scooped up a handful of water and noticed that it kept in its place. He remembered what he was supposed to be doing all this time. So he moved on.

Fate grew up to almost the age of reason, he noticed that if ever he created millions of things, he would have no place to put them in, therefore he would probably have a hard time looking for a single object. He started working on his next project, the Earth. He failed many times. The first he created was too hot and as all air and water were attracted to it, his creations were destroyed. He could always create a new batch of air and water when the time is right. The next he created was too small, it was cold, air and water simply froze near it, he placed it far away from his first attempt. His next two attempts were of size between his first two attempts, but they failed horribly as the air reacted to one and changed colors creating rings around it. This made him afraid to use the other of that size. He placed these in between the first and the second, but were slightly pulled towards the first.

The next six were created of almost same sizes but because of his other outcomes, he noticed that placement in between his other attempts played a great deal. So in actuality, none of them were failures. He placed two close to his second, they grew cold and frozen, they grew larger in size. He placed the other four close to his first. The nearest burned up and shrunk. The one next to it too. The third and the fourth were the most decent but air corroded the fourth and made water shun from it. The third it was. He decided to call this place Birth but it might confuse its inhabitants so he settled with Earth.

He playfully pushed all his creations and they slowly revolved around his first creation, fate was amazed by this but he had no more time to spare, he wasted enough time playing around.

Fate felt Earth was the perfect home for air and water. Air traveled around it carelessly and water surrounded it with serenity. But that was enough gawking for him, he created the first beings, the first ever beings to be created out of water. Fish, he called them. Wrapped in scales and filled with water of course. He created whole schools of them and he thought they may play in water for all eternity, and he governed them so. But there was one big flaw to his design. The fish could not live a lifetime without food, mostly sharks were left after a couple of years. Fate created more fish and also food for them to eat. Again he created these things with water. He was very proud of his work with water that he wanted to create life in a whole other level.

He raised up the ground from the depths of the water and found it covered with the food that the fish was to eat. The ground was slippery and moist that the first being he created on it was the snake. Snakes roamed freely around the ground until it dried up, after which, they could only travel a short distance before being tired. Fate did not like the ground drying up, so he scooped up some water from the seas and sprinkled them on land, another flaw to his design and right then and there, he was chained to create rain for eternity.

A few years later, the planets that he had created stopped moving and half of the Earth dried up and half withered away, another flaw to his designs. So he pushed the Earth again. The other planets fell into disarray and scattered about so fate replaced them and pushed them along their way. Another task he realized he was to do for eternity, to push the planets.

Fate cared for all his creations and at the same time created new ones. He pushed the planets and created rain. He brushed the wind when it was too still. He governed over events, he took care of life and created it.

He never even considered that even with his ultimate power to create, to rule, to determine outcomes, to be the master of masters, he was to be the slave of slaves.