The Beginning
They watched as he writhed on the floor, his body contorting in a struggle against an unseen force. Death had put his Master back to sleep, but the remnants of his chaotic magic swirled in the air like a tempest. It was strange; the last time he had unleashed such power, it had wiped out all life on Earth. But this time… it had birthed beings.
“How?” Fate turned to her brother, her eyes wide with disbelief. “This is impossible!”
“Sister of mine, I don’t know either!” Death exclaimed, his voice tinged with confusion and urgency. “I saw his magic lashing out, and I rushed to stop it. The next thing I knew, there were animals, trees, and beings emerging from the earth around him.” His brow furrowed, reflecting the turmoil within him.
“What is that?!” Fate screamed, her voice piercing the heavy atmosphere as she pointed at the new gods among them. One figure stood out—a tall woman with long, flowing brown hair, adorned with intricate vine patterns etched into her skin that shimmered as if alive. She turned, waved, and smiled at Fate, an ethereal glow surrounding her.
“Hello, sister,” she said warmly. “I am Mother Nature, the embodiment of life and growth.”
“No, no, no! Not more!” Fate’s voice quivered, teetering on the edge of despair. Her heart raced as she felt the overwhelming weight of chaos enveloping them. Death stood shaking, his expression a mix of shock and concern. Magic, who had just entered the scene, looked bewildered as she turned her gaze between the trio.
“What did I miss? Do I need to get the others?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously. Death shot her a look of disdain that clearly conveyed, "Of course."
“I’ll go grab them,” Magic said awkwardly, her tone quickening with the urgency of the moment before she sprinted off to summon Water, Dreams, Strength, Mercy, and Health. The tension hung in the air as it took five minutes for them to return, each step echoing the uncertainty that loomed over them.
“What’s going on?” Dreams asked, pushing his long white hair away from his face, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. Water, standing directly in front of him, stopped abruptly, causing Dreams to walk straight into him with a startled grunt.
“What was that for…” Dreams muttered, both of them momentarily frozen as they stared in shock at the transformed world around them. Where there had once been barren, empty earth, a vibrant mass of foliage now flourished, teeming with life.
“What. The. FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Health shouted, her usually calm demeaner shattered as she stared wide-eyed at the spectacle before her. “Bunny! Why is there a bunny???” She pointed in astonishment at a small brown speckled bunny that was curiously sniffing at Harry's sleeping form, its little nose twitching adorably.
“Well, Death’s dearest master decided he was bored of sleeping in the dead world he created and chose to explode a surge of life into it,” Fate said sarcastically, her voice dripping with spite. Death glared at her, his patience wearing thin, before nodding at the others' questioning looks.
“Master’s seal on his core broke, allowing his magic to bring things to life,” he explained, gesturing toward the ground. Harry’s long black hair—now cascading down his back like a dark waterfall—had grown during his sleep and was almost merging with the healthier grass, which thrummed with an otherworldly energy. His breaths seemed to infuse the air with magic, creating an enchanting melody that resonated with the life around him.
As several minutes passed, the group continued to watch in awe as Harry, in his unconscious state, breathed life back into the desolate Earth. Mother Nature turned to her siblings, determination glinting in her eyes.
“We should help,” she urged, pointing out some of the magic that had condensed into formless beings, shimmering like stardust. “We need to give them forms.”
They nodded in agreement, each contemplating the profound responsibility that lay before them. Together, they walked among the gatherings of new life, channelling their powers to shape beings into existence. Some emerged as tall and graceful figures, their leaf-shaped ears giving them an air of elegance, while others were short and hairy, resembling the quaint creatures of the forests. They created couples reminiscent of the ancient people of the world and small beings with hairy feet that brought comfort and warmth. The air filled with laughter as these newly formed beings danced to the music sung by Harry’s magic, each step resonating with joy and life.
As the first century rolled by, the beings began to give themselves and the gods names in their own languages, a testament to their individuality and connection to this vibrant world. Six more gods emerged, much to Fates disapproval, or as the beings affectionately called them, Valar. The Valar transformed alongside the new age, adopting new identities: Death became Mandos, Fate was now known as Vaire, Mother Nature was called Yavanna, Dreams became Irmo, Water was named Ulmo, Strength was Tulkas, Health became Este, and Mercy was Nienna. The six new beings were called Aulë, Oromë, Vana, Varda, Nessa, and Melkor.
Strangely, Melkor was unable to perceive Harry’s presence, an unsettling observation that gnawed at the others. That would become the first thread of suspicion woven into the fabric of their existence. Little did they know that in a couple of years, Melkor would rebel, igniting a cascade of conflicts that would echo through the ages.
Several years later, the Valar were blessed with two magnificent trees, Telperion and Laurelin, whose radiant beauty blessed the land around them with vitality and abundance. Their silvery and golden leaves glimmered like stars, illuminating the world in a gentle glow. However, this serene period was not to last. Soon after, Melkor, driven by ambition and envy, rebelled against the Valar. A short, tumultuous battle ensued, resulting in his imprisonment, a dark chapter that foreshadowed the tumultuous times to come.
As the dust settled, the Valar were left to contemplate the fragile balance of their world, unaware of the trials that lay ahead. With every heartbeat of the earth, the story of life, rebellion, and renewal was only just beginning.