Chapter 0 Prologue : The origin gods & Prophecies.
In the beginning, there was only darkness.
No voice to speak, no myth to echo, no tale to stir.
Until, at last, an Author dreamed of creation. From that dream, five gods arose each embodying a pillar of story itself.
The first god was Atnshos the god of settings, a god who resembles an artist, creating beautiful scenery, environments and places, he who's stricter and stern than the author themselves.
The Second god, Syrion the Goddess of Characters, she is a goddess who creates characters with passion and love, she who treats her characters like how a mother gently nurtured her child, she is to resemble a mother.
The third god was Patop, the God of Plots.
He was the director, the demanding hand that wove every tale. Among the gods, he was known as a perfectionist, relentless, unyielding, forever chasing a story without flaw. He demanded arcs that bent toward purpose, and emotions sharpened into weapons of meaning.
Yet not all welcomed his control. To Patop, a setting was nothing but a stage to be broken if the story demanded it. To this, Atnshos, the God of Settings, bore a quiet grudge for every mountain shattered, every city burned, every canvas ruined for the sake of "plot."
And thus, the fourth god was born Tharus, the God of Themes.
Though many looked to him as their leader, Tharus himself felt unworthy of such a crown. He saw himself not as a creator, but a chooser the quiet hand that gave stories their meaning. Yet without his guidance, the others faltered, for every character, plot, and setting longed for purpose.
The gods named him king in all but title, though he bowed his head and called himself less than they.
And from the silence beyond them, the last god emerged.
Endos, the God of Endings.
Shrouded and solemn, he spoke little, yet his words lingered longer than any tale. To Endos, every story, joyous or tragic, fleeting or eternal, required its final breath.
For only in endings could new stories be born. He was a philosopher cloaked in stillness, forever asking the question why.
As all the gods unite they begin the very first roots of stories. Each root grows different branches, as the branches grow the roots spread wider, as more and more stories begin the gods' influence grows, each holding pride in their domain, although.. endos.. the god of ending…feels torn and overwhelmed.. as the god of endings he can't catch what deserves or which deserves the endings more…
As the five gods stood united, the first roots of Story were born. From those roots sprouted branches, and from those branches blossomed countless tales. The more stories spread, the greater the gods' influence grew. Each took pride in their dominion.
Yet Endos, the God of Endings, felt the weight of his duty heavy upon him.
Every tale demanded its close, but how could one judge which deserved joy, which sorrow, which silence? Was it fair? Was it just?
Endos pondered until his thoughts became tormented. At last, in desperation, he broke himself apart.
His soul shattered into fragments, each one embodying a different kind of ending. Thus were born the children of conclusion: Baddos, master of tragedy and ruin; Goodos, bringer of fulfillment and triumph; Sweetee, the gentle hand that left endings bittersweet.
And so the world of Story was forever changed for from that moment onward, no tale should end the same.
…
But among the fragments, one began to question.
Baddos, master of ruin, asked: "Who decides what ending is just? Who decrees what tale deserves joy or sorrow?"
Goodos, gentle bringer of fulfillment, sought to calm him. Sweetee, the bittersweet, offered comfort. Yet Baddos would not listen. His patience smoldered into rage, until he discovered a terrible truth:
Authority could not be stolen—only absorbed.
And so the rebellion began. Baddos devoured Goodos and Sweetee, seizing dominion over all endings. With this power, he could twist every story into tragedy, and with each corrupted tale, he grew stronger. Cities burned, heroes fell, and branches of Story blackened beneath his hand.
The Origins watched with dread. They knew: bad endings breed destruction. No single god could stand against him. And so, they forged a desperate plan.
Syrion, Goddess of Characters, shaped a hero unlike any before—one who could cross the boundaries of stories themselves, to heal what Baddos had broken. But in giving life to this champion, Syrion burned away her strength, trapping herself between reality and story. With her final breath, she crafted hollow vessels for Patop and Tharus to hide within, should the need arise.
Patop, God of Plots, split his own essence. Half his power he sealed among the stars, beyond Baddos's grasp. Even if consumed, his hidden half would remain, protecting Syrion's hero from corruption.
Atnshos, God of Settings, wove a hidden world, unseen even to the gods themselves. A cradle where the chosen character might grow—safe, untainted. But when Baddos discovered his work, they clashed. Atnshos summoned dragons, storms, and meteors, yet each fell to ruin. At last, he too was absorbed… though his secret world endured.
Tharus, God of Themes, swore to guide the hero's path. Through the hollow characters Syrion left behind, he would whisper meaning and truth into their journey.
And thus the Prophecy was spoken:
> "A destined mage shall walk through tragedy, beauty, and love. Step by step, he will purify stories, judging how each must end. And when his own tale closes, he shall face the End itself… and decide whether it must be purified—or destroyed."
End of prologue