Beginnings

[stories_by_rushlight]

I came into being at the beginning of time born into existence during the creation of the universe. At first I drifted, with out form, just thoughts. Who was I? Did I have a purpose? The cosmos shined brightly around me; stars and planets formed in violent beautiful dance. Something called to me but I knew not what. I could not help but follow its heed. Soon I became of other presences like me, my siblings. Our thoughts became stronger, clearer and as they did so we began to flicker with light. Nine flickering lights floating through the depths of the universe pulled along by the silent siren. It was clear to us that we were being drawn to our true purpose, our reason for being. But what that purpose was we still did not know. Time meant nothing to us, yet all around us, worlds formed and tiny sparks of life began. The presence calling us was clear now; an insignificant planet, in the vastness of the universe. What was so unique about this place to summon us so? The blue-green jewel drew us on, or flickering grew stronger, pulsating with light we reached our destination. My siblings and I could feel such power radiating from this place. When we came to stop the surroundings were lush and inviting, so many shade of colour. Plant life covered the land, but this is not what caused us to be overcome with peace. The moment we stoped our purpose was clear, this place had drawn us forth to protect something. A crossing between times or realms, maybe both. We were the Guardians of these gateways, it’s caretakers. Time would mean nothing to us, as ageless as eternity we would do this gladly. The world around us was pure, teeming with all manner of life. My family and I drifted with purpose on this strange peaceful place, pulled by invisible lines of power. These lines encompassed the entire planet and where those lines the power given off by them was immense. These spots were were the gateways could open, we could feel it in the core of our beings. There were nine of these places that we found, one for each of us. Gradually each of us was called to one of the places of power, as we arrived we were no longer nameless...I was the last to find rest....my name is Ninde and I shall endure....