I have been alive for a very long time. I've gone by various names and identities. Along the way, I even took on a few different faces. I am Medo. One of the few that have lasted as long as I have. The last of my kind would have half jokingly called me an ancient among ancients. I'm known by different names wherever I go. But Medo is, and has always been, my true name. The name spoken during my creation. I'm older than Nex, the oldest and wisest himself. Yet it's hard to tell his type what's really going on.

Heading towards a request for my aid, I traveled through the ethereal web that coated reality. The request had traveled like a beacon through astral film. It smelled like the waft of smoke on the wind when you were away from home. Not knowing if your house really was on fire, but knowing you didn't imagine it. It was a softly muttered whisper, evoking feelings of urgency and panic.

Calling for me was the divinity of Letrin. A planet not considered extremely desirable or problematic. It was just another dot in the sky. To be exact, I was heading towards Letrin's orbiting ivory colored moon. The satellite was massive and almost equal in size to the planet itself. It floated silently and peacefully, utterly unaware of what was going on around it. Completely devoid of any issues involving it's mate in orbit.

I had always been attached to the deities of Letrin. Perhaps, it was because they were willing to do things that others would deem against tradition. Or the fact that I could tell that their leader, Kindine, had potential to do great things. They looked up to me and in turn, I respected them. Sometimes it felt like they were the pantheon I belonged to, now that my own was thousands of years gone. Sometimes Kindine felt like her... but that is just my imagination. He never really was the same as her.

When I arrived at their domain, I was still not a part of the physical world, just a faint movement on the stillness of space. I was greeted with a sight that made me half wish I had a physical form, so I would have eyes to close.

Plumes of fire pushed their way past blackened ash stained clouds and exploded into the atmosphere like dozens of exotic blooming flowers. The planet's surface was slowly being covered in red ember-like destruction.

I could have gone on watching the burning planet forever, but I tore myself away. It is not everyday you see a planet at the moment of it's death. I glided swiftly over the pale rocky foundation, the emptiness of my form slowly giving way to a physical body. As of lately, the form I had chosen was that of a pale skinny young woman. Silvery white hair fell to my waist and red eyes peered from my face. No matter what my form, I always kept the red eyes. They are the only feature remembered from my original form.

Soon, the home of the Letrin gods loomed over me. It was all arching pillars of marble stone, glittering stained glass windows, and spiraling towers. I pushed aside the heavy silver embedded doors. Inside, many of the gods were cowering, tucked away in corners, or hiding under shadows. Many of the others sat in large groups, clutching onto each other. The calmer deities comforting the hysterical ones. My initial thought was that the mortals of Letrin must have been begging their gods for help in a similar fashion. Yet, who do the gods pray to when they need help? They had chosen me.

As soon as my arrival was noticed many stopped whimpering and crawled out of their hiding spots. I was hoping they did not think I could cure their pains. I ignored all their stunned looks and half babbled questions, I headed straight for Kindine. He appeared a fair skinned man with long, straight, deep brown hair and maroon eyes. He stood quietly before a window and watched, regretfully, the destruction of not only his planet, but his memory.

That it how we die. When there are none left to remember us, we merely fade away.

I pushed by the others and approached Kindine. I spoke, my voice sounding less confident than I had planned, "I'll remember you."

He looked over at me with calm eyes and replied in a much steadier voice than I had used, "If it was only that easy. Medo, mortals from millions of worlds know of you. We only have this place. Our lives are only secure in a mortal's memory."

I knew this was true and I knew there was nothing I could do. So, what did he want from me? I stood beside him and gazed out the window to behold the strangely beautiful destruction.

It was not as easy for these younger deities as it was for me. They did not have as wide of an ability to travel without form. Besides, that was what my original purpose had been for, traveling. These deities were meant for raising worlds and staying close to their work. Most the young ones were too trapped in the idea of holding a physical form. It would be impossible to get them to a new world in time. That doesn't include the “production costs” of kick starting life.

Kindine began to utter something for my ears only, "I'm going to do it. I have achieved what I need to do so."

Sudden anger swelled inside me, it came quicker than I would have ever expected. The long debated issue almost made me forget the destruction that was upon them. I replied heatedly, "You can't! Something horrible will come of it!"

"How do you know? None have done this before."

There was no way I could answer. He knew too much about my past. He knew how old I really was. A silence swept the temple. One of the calmer and more bolder gods broke the silence, "What is going on? Kindine, what have you decided?"

Kindine leaned against the window ledge, his eyes refused to leave the spectical outside. I snorted at him, "If you will not tell them, I will."

I received silence for a reply. Turning to the now intent gods, I spoke the truth, "He wants to do the impossible. He wants to remake the Creator.”

Somehow, I knew that calling it impossible was false. Somehow, I knew I had lived through similar events on the edge of my memory. Similar, yet not truly the same.

Various voices burst forth from the group, everyone trying to be louder than the other. Kindine began to speak and the many voices died at once, "Gods are made of more substance than what the mortals possess. It is what makes us gods. I believe we are balanced with what is good and what is evil. I believe we can split and divide these halves. And in the dying action of creating a replacement, I will focus only that of the light into my creation. Taking the dark with me, and keeping just that bit from existence.”

"You shouldn't do this. Something is not right. This isn't a natural thing to do.”

“Natural? I always thought you spoke against the Elder's traditions. And you don't even understand what it is that did this to our home.”

"What?" I was thrown off by his sudden change of the subject, but realized he meant his planet. What had done this to his planet?

"They came from the Astral. You and the Elders always told us that nothing was aware out there."

"That's impossible... the Astral is only inhabited by souls. They are mindless and emotionless. They can't do this. They can't even leave the Sarath without enduring physical birth. And nothing in Anath keeps a memory of life for long."

"There is so much we don't know. So much that Nex himself doesn't even know. Trust me."

He put a hand on my shoulder and our eyes met. He smiled weakly and nodded his head towards the window. We both turned to gaze back out the clear surface. I was more confused than ever before in my existence. The possibility of creating utter purity in a single being was incredible. Now I knew why he wanted me here. He wanted there to be a witness for his accomplishment.

Yet, why was I afraid? What if he did succeed? What if he could create a possible solution to the universe's problems? All I could do was wait and remain speechless with my own thoughts taunting me. I realized the entire temple was quiet. Perhaps it was the reminder that a deity can only create a replacement during the brink before death and they were readying themselves for what they would do.

I found myself holding hands with Kindine. I can't remember who grabbed who's hand or who needed the reassurance of the other at the time. A thick layer of anticipation filled the air and the pale blue tiles of the floor began to shake beneath us. My eyes widened as we watched the globe's crust begin to buckle. Without much more warning, it shattered like glass. The fragments shot outward and all life on Letrin was silenced. The only remaining evidence of it's existence would be a pathetic asteroid belt.

The temple crossed over the thin ethereal web and entered the first layer of the Ether. Kindine's solid hand became a moist mist in mine and gently slid away. An orb of blending multicolored lights appeared at the center of the temple. Millions of souls streaked pass me and into the temporary portal that led to the next, more solid, layer of the Astral. Their touch as they passed me was warm and their smoky white shapes completely filled the room.

I resisted the urge to weep that accompanied the loss of the Letrin gods. Mostly for the loss of Kindine. There have only been a few times in my life where I have been on the edge of tears and even fewer times where those tears could not be held back. At this moment, it took all my will not to break down. I finally buried the sadness with the duty before me. To discover what Kindine had created.

It seemed like it took forever for all the souls to file into the gateway. When it was finally complete, the orb closed itself with a brilliant yet blinding blast of light. I couldn't see for a moment and when I could finally open my eyes without pain, several smaller orbs of light bobbed around the vast room. Those were going to be another fresh wave of deities to grace the universe with their creations.

I remembered my own creation. Floating in a endless sea of white with thousands of misty and obscure forms surrounding me. They chanted words that meant nothing, but the gods who heard those voices were to consider the chants their names.

This same process was happening to these gods. I watched them for a moment, knowing that these things take time and I wouldn't have answers until these gods were ready. Nothing distinguished one orb from another. One of them mindlessly bobbed in front of me and I watched it. It was perfectly spherical and emitted a faith light, identical to the others. Without realizing, I took a fixated interest in it's every detail. Trying to make my eyes lock onto something unique. It kept floating further from me and I pursued it, eventually trying to grab it out of frustration. It would always move just out of my reach and my finger tips would rake thin air.

It suddenly stopped and rested on the floor. I paused for a moment, feeling something ease out of my head. It had somehow latched onto my mind, I hadn't even noticed until it was over. Did this thing have some sort of power over me?

The orb began to fade and a figure was curled up inside. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other orbs doing the same thing. I kept focused on the one before me, it had wanted my attention and now it got just that. The woman inside had pale blonde hair that curled ever so slightly, fair skin, and brown eyes. She was naked with her arms wrapped around herself. She was pretty yet seemed melancholy in a heartbreaking way. The surrounding orb clustered together into five smaller ones that bobbed around the newly born goddess. The five orbs made up the spirit mass that Kindine had put into his creation. But was this her? Had he really remade the one I knew so long ago?

The tiny orbs began to fade. Losing their visibility to the physical world. Those would later become guides for her in the world of mortals. I looked down at the woman and did something I hadn't expected to do, follow old tradition. I asked her what was said to me after my own birth to the cosmos, "Who are you and what purpose shall you serve?"

"I am Sarcate. I shall conquer the dark. I am creation. The complete beginning," she replied with a humble and melodious voice

At that moment, I knew Kindine had succeeded. He had created something abnormally pure in a single being. Part of my heart fluttered and said it was her, while another part wondered if it was my imagination. Before I could comprehend the magnitude of this and assist Sarcate further, a voice sent a violent shiver down my spine and for the first time I felt the raw undiluted terror that I hadn't felt since he roamed existence. I realized now what I feared would happen, the flaw to Kindine's plan. One cannot exist without it's opposite.

“Who are you? You were not born with us. You asked the question and sought only half the answer. I am Aidon. I shall conquer the light. I am destruction. The complete end of all."

I whirled around to find the speaker with the strangely passive yet firm voice. Behind me was a tall lean man, just as naked as the other new born deities. His hair was straight black and brushed his shoulders and his skin was ivory pale. Eyes of pale blue stared pass me in an gaze that looked eternally icy.

I turned back to Sarcate and saw that she also stared pass me. Her eyes still held that sadness that made her beautiful, yet a slash of something deeper reflected across her face.

I realized I was standing between the opposite sides of the universal spectrum. The air around me seemed to tingle and come alive. It felt much like the air feels before a thunderstorm. I couldn't help but shiver. I quickly regretted it because the action drew Aidon's eyes. His stare was like a cold hand being placed flat on my back. Never had I wanted to leave somewhere quicker than I did at that moment.

I grabbed Sarcate's upper arm in a firm grip. I almost pulled back because as soon as I touched her, a brilliant white hot wave of pure ecstasy wasted over my body. It lasted only a moment but it was as intense as a super nova.

I shrugged it off and together we lost physical form. We traveled to the Center.

AN: Constructive criticism and nitpicking welcome. Questions? Comments? Also welcome.