Chapter 1 – In the Beginning
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Oh, hello again. Welcome, welcome.

 

So, here’s the world I was ranting about earlier. A small, blue and green planet with simple organisms living about their carefree lives. If you think about it, it’s actually perfect the way it is – calm, orderly, and untainted.

 

However, that’s not the Creator’s way. The Creators are tasked with progressing the planets they created. Don’t know why for sure…my Creator never mentioned it to me…that lazy bum!

 

Anyways, let me tell you a bit about this world. There is the sky, some flatlands, some mountains, and a sea of beautiful blue. In this world, there is life and then there is magic. A typical base for a standard fantasy world…or so I hope.

 

Hopefully, I won’t cause any disaster…hopefully.

 

Now, this rectangular-shaped thing in my hands is called a Creation Pad or C-Pad for short. Currently, you can see six buttons displayed on the screen. These six buttons are the six items we can use to combine into new things: Sky, Flatlands, Mountains, Sea, Life, and Magic.

 

By selecting two of these choices – say Sea and Life – I will be able to make something new, probably fish from the looks of it. However, if I were to choose something like Sky and Flatlands, nothing will be made.

 

Here, let me show you. If I choose Sky, the icon will begin to wobble. This just means that the icon has been selected, nothing out of the ordinary. Now, if I choose Flatlands, both the Sky and the Flatlands icons will wobble together briefly before an error message pops up.

 

Alright, here goes…and…wait, what? Why are these two icons swirling about and converging to a single point? Could it be? A combination!

 

Look! The two icons have combined! This! What is this new icon!? Flying Island??

 

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A serene world with numerous simple organisms and vegetation. The sky appeared cloudless while the sea appeared calm. The mountains loomed over the flatlands which stretched for miles and miles. Swirling streams of magic could be seen flowing about in the air. This was a world – newly created and untainted by the progress of time and creation.

 

All was calm…all was orderly…all was pure.

 

That was until a specific location of the flatlands began to rumble. The earth cracked and rumbled with pain as a large area of the flatlands suddenly rose up into the skies. As if bound by a mysterious force, the piece of flatland stayed fixed in the sky as if flying eternally. It was…had become a flying island.

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