For so long there was nothing, just the darkness between existence and the void with little more then shattered memories of what had ben, or perhaps could be, or even potentially what was. He was no longer sure of what the memories represented; was not even sure where or what he was. Floating there he was only sure of one thing. He would find reality, find time once again for he was sure that it existed or perhaps would exists. But he was sure that in time he would find reality and this time when everything ended he would not be left with nothing but shattered memories. But then what was this time, this reality he sought? He knew that he sought it but could not fully recall what it was. Time after all had ben a alien concept to him; floating in the nothingness as it was. He dwelt on this for a unknowable span, for without time there was no way to measure the length of things. However while dwelling on this and much more he came to find a light within his mind. It was not a brilliant light but rather a dull golden light. He knew however; without knowing how, that this was what he sought. He knew he was intended to find this light. Deeper within he plunged his mind racing through the void of the space between what was and what was not. As he neared the light many strings started to come into view. Some strings were dim and beginning to fade, while others showed vibrant and strong. He recognized these strings though he could not recall why. These were the strings of reality. Each one leading to it’s own reality, it’s own timeline. For a long time Swift sat there wondering which string was meant for him. Knowing that to choose the wrong one would be to deny him the existence he so desired. He watched as entire timelines began and ended. He learned much in this span and while he watched the light around him grew calling him forth until a tiny string appeared within the tangle. This sting was his, he could feel it grow as reality suddenly began. He watched as the first gods appeared within this timeline, he watched as time itself was formed. As the potential became the reality, New life was created from nothing and nothings became something. There was no doubt that this and only this timeline was meant for him. He was needed here; yet he did not enter the growing line. Not yet; for he sensed there was something he must witness. So again he watched for a unknown time, for time had truly begun for him, yet without fully embracing it he could not know how much had passed.. Then he saw it; right as another time line seamed to end before it should, he saw the line of energy that signified a transference of potentiality. He could see the god that was never meant to be enter his timeline. He watched as the timeline began to split reeling from the entrance of potentiality that was never meant to exist there; or anywhere now that it‘s line was shattered and forever gone. Yet somehow This strange god must have ben meant, for he knew he had ben waiting for this very moment. He had waited to see the timeline fracture, he had to see the rifts form and knew that he was intended to fix this. Yet he could not grasp what force gave him this sight; but then such things were not for him to concern himself with. For now was his time to enter the timeline himself. Now he knew there was a purpose, a need for him. He had to use the knowledge that he found while watching the timelines to repair this one. For even as the being should not be of his new timeline he knew it must be.
Without waiting longer swift plunged himself into the light and became one with the timeline he had ben watching , His timeline, the timeline he knew would be his for the rest of it’s existence. The void was lost to him as nothingness became reality and time took it’s full hold his essence. He found himself or rather the essence that was him trapped in a egg. In moments his essence had filled the egg, and As his essence grew so did the egg, burning as it drew the power from Altair to fuel it’s growth, the egg grew larger yet lifting into the air as it grew. In mere moments the egg had grown round and to be as a golden moon floating beneath the sun. It was only then that swifts essence fully entered the timeline. Though many sensations flooded the swifts essence he did not dwell of them, not yet. Instead swift turned his gaze to the form of the god below. A barely visible golden light shone down upon Desha from the golden moon that held swifts essence. Swift watched for a moment while Altair blasted the rock away, each time the rock shattered and reformed swift could feel the timeline splinter even further. There was no question that is was indeed this god that he had followed. The strings of his old timeline now visible in the golden light wiping in the breeze, seemly they were little more then spider webs, but swift knew that until these lines were tethered to a timeline that reality would not except the existence of this creature. Swift extended his essence through the light down upon the world though invisible Altair and Desha they could however feel the presence. Slowly swift touched Desha using his very essence to tether the broken line of potentiality, Though as soon as swift connected with Desha until the moments later it took the task to finish swift learned of fear. Not fear for himself , not fear for others but simply the very concept of fear. In his memories and in the void he had never know of fear. The very concept seamed inherently wrong to him. To him fear was unreasonable, things simply happened and there was never a reason to fear them only to deal with them or move beyond them. But for those few moments swift felt fear, he had felt it and knew he did not like it. His task complete swift withdrew his essence back to the warm comfort of the moon that was his home. It was in this moment that he decided he would apposed the very concept of fear, he would do his best to make sure others did not feel this unreasonable feeling. Though how would he do this. That perhaps would come to him later. For now he would watch and learn of this new existence. Though still at the very edges of his mind fear remained fear that he would fail, that he would again lose the knowledge’s of existence and find himself lost in the void with only fragments of memories. Though fear was alien to him, the mere moments in contact with this strange god for another timeline would haunt him. Whishing to dwell on it no further swift turned his gaze to the rest of the world, the rest of existence he had much to learn.
[spoiler=PP]0 - Cantrip alter- Desha potentiality is now tethered to the main timeline so Desha no longer turned to doomstone or needs to phase shift. Possible because Desha’s other timeline no longer exists
0 - Cantrip - The golden egg circles beneath the sun around the world so that the sun is both in the center and above the golden moon and the world is always beneath the moon. Will detail more about the moon on wiki later
8 -PP remaining
OOC: Swift foot now knows of the concept of fear
OOC; Swift foot has not taken on a physical form yet, I will probably not HATCH swift foot until the other 2 moon gods ascend so that all 3 of us can hatch at once but the story will dictate more then anything.
Though swift tried to turn his gaze away from the dark god his attention was once again drawn back to it as Altair screamed to the sky. Though slightly reluctant to return any attention to being who had taught him fear, his thirst for knowledge would not allow swift to not watch. There wasn’t after all much more in this young world to watch, he would fix that soon enough but for now he would watch.
As Swift again returned his gaze to Altair and Desha the golden light cast from the moon that was his form shone down upon them, though this dim light could not be seen against the brilliance that was being cast from Altair at this moment. Some part of swift hoped that this being of light would crush the creature, Though he knew that the time was not right for such a occurrence. The unfathomable path of potentiality had brought the god of darkness here and swift could sense that it was not to be destroyed , although recalling the feelings the dark one had caused him in those brief moments of contact; he didn’t relish the thought of helping it ether.
For now Swift would watch and see what he could learn, see what came of it all.