All right, let's get things straight. This whole chapter is me—the author, RegoNoctice—trying to put my multiverse into perspective. (Well… not technically mine. I might be writing it down, but whether I actually created it is another story. If it does exist, I can't exactly take full credit for it.)
It's kind of a chicken-and-the-egg situation. Anyway—back to the multiverse. God, Yahweh, Allah, Pangu, or whatever name you prefer for the Creator… let's just say "God" for continuity's sake. From what I know, numbers like 0, 7, 10, 6, and 3 are important, so keep that in mind.
So—God created Earth. The original Earth. Not Earth-0, but 0-Earth. Notice the order of the name: 0-Earth, not Earth-0. That matters.
For reasons too complicated to get into right now, the multiverse came into being. It grew so large that it became an ultraverse, with all sorts of super-verses branching off—fanfiction universes, actual stories, and everything else neatly categorized.
Within those super-verses are megaverses. Think: everything owned by Warner Bros., or all the superhero universes bundled together. Inside those megaverses, you get the individual multiverses, like DC's.
This particular multiverse mostly sits in the superhero section of the fanfiction super-verse. And this Earth—the one you're reading about right now, the one with Ao Bing and Nezha lookalikes—is the center. Why? Because this is the place where the Dragon breathed fire, bringing magic to the multiverse and creating the realm of Magix. This was the multiversal "big bang."
Cough, cough. If you've ever watched Winx Club or something similar, imagine that narrator's voice as you read the next part.
[In what would later be called the Center of the Multiverse, a creature came into being. Whether born of the Creator's whim or will, this creature emerged from the pure magical power unleashed by the Big Bang. It was known only as THE DRAGON. When it breathed, flame and magic came into existence—under the watch of the Creator and the angels, of course.
Keep in mind, this was after the Universal Reset.
The Dragon's flame became the Dragon Flame. After millennia of doing whatever overpowered cosmic entities on par with—or even beyond—the Phoenix Force do (depending on who you ask), the Dragon created a planet in its magic-rich universe. It then lay to rest. Its body decayed, while its magic and will condensed into two legacies: the Dragon Flame and the Dragon Pearl.
This planet would become Sparks. Its royal family carried the blood of the Dragon itself, elevating them above the lesser dragon-blooded peoples scattered across the realms.
Some of the Dragon's magic mutated, eventually giving rise to the Primordials, who later became ancestors of many gods. The gods often appeared stronger simply because they weren't bound by as many restrictions as the Primordials.
But balance demands opposition. While the Dragon brought fire, warmth, light, storms, and even water and ice through its Pearl, something else stirred—a darker counterpart. A shadowed light meant to counter chaos with order. Yet even this darkness could not compare to what existed before the Dragon's flame: a void deeper than the pits of hell (and yes, even hell has at least some light). This darkness was so absolute that even Knull and the dark elves avoided it.
The darkness coveted the light, desperate to corrupt it, to twist it into impurity. It failed. Broken and weakened, it condensed its remaining essence into physical form to survive. You, dear readers, might recognize its closest attempt at victory if you've seen Winx Club Season 2—Dark Bloom. But here, that outcome remains uncertain.
The failed attack birthed legends: tales of the demon child who slew dragons for sport before his own death and reincarnation with a lotus, and of his greatest rival—Ao Bing, the Third Prince. Because of Nezha (the so-called demon child) and his unruly descendants, asian dragon kings like Ao Guang and Ao Bing intermarried with Sparks' royals, ensuring their lineage survived despite efforts by the Chinese gods to wipe out one of their most dangerous rival races.
Western dragons fared differently. They roamed the Earth before Pangea, then slipped into legend and myth, with only a few ever making the journey to Sparks.
As magic saturated the world, evolution took strange turns. Many magical creatures gradually became more humanoid, since humanity proved to be the most versatile and adaptable form. The closer a being was to human in appearance, the greater its potential for power, control, and stability. Over time, these races mingled with humans until distinguishing them became nearly impossible—though remnants of their traits and legacies persisted in descendants.
In time, magic and non-magic societies drifted apart, largely due to the Inquisition. The Church decided to "handle things" itself, disappointing the Creator and reinforcing certain decisions. Many races left Earth as a result—the elves, for example, sailed across the sea of stars.
Centuries later, magical families with fairy blood saw daughters born as fairies or witches far more often than sons, since males rarely had enough magic to trigger a transformation. (Fairies are overwhelmingly female, after all.)
Of course, there are exceptions: descendants of angels, demons, or devils (yes, the ones Lucifer calls when he wants someone gone). Then there's atavism, when ancient bloodlines resurface, or when someone wields a legendary weapon powerful enough to force atavism.
And that's it. You now have the crash course on the origin of magic within this multiverse and some of its quirks. Keep in mind, all this happened millennia before our story begins.
Now—shall we check in on our main character? I think we shall. After all, this is his story.]