Creation, Or the Tale of the Great Two

In the beginning of the multiverse, there were two beings: Rift and Void.

The two aren’t related, and they aren’t lovers, but they collaborated, and formed the Multiverse. Both of them created the solid matter in each realm. Rift inter-connected them, stringing their creation together, but there was a problem. The connection was so powerful that it burst into the realms and destroyed them. Void them provided the means to stop this from adding in Dark Energy to the realms. This counteracted the force of the rift, linking the realms together, and safely. (Plainswalkers can open portals by drawing the rift’s connection to that realm into one point. After they go through, the rift goes back to normal, and the portal is closed by the counteractive force of Dark Energy. Dark Matter is Rift’s work, binding things in the realm together.)

Time passed, and eventually their work was complete. The realms had been created and set in motion, and life sprang into being there. Rift and Void watched on from the first realm they had created, one that Void had poured the most of his energy into. He could shape it to how he willed, and it integrated itself to match his being, and so it became Void, named after its creator. Similarly, the energy that wove the realms together was named The rift after its maker.

However, all good things must come to an end, and Void grew tired of his creations, no longer enthralled by their wonders like Rift still was. He began to pull the Realms into his realm, wanting to see what would happen if he merged them. Rift, though excited about the opportunity for change this would bring, was soon horrified at the constant battles and wars that the civilizations that were brought together waged with each other, and she pleaded with Void to stop the fighting. Void didn't care, and told Rift not to interfere in his work.

Rift, being furious, left and thought over how she could stop the fighting and death that Void was causing. And so, she stumbled across the last Realm that she and Void had created. This one hadn't had as much work put into it as the others, and so it had none of the more interesting aspects that other realms had. No magic, no spaceships, no powers. But from this Realm, she felt something special. The souls that died there, there were ones that were strong. There were ones that stood and yelled that they would not go quietly into the night. Those souls had power.

And so, she began to save them from the anti-realm known as ‘Limbo’ that Void and Rift were born from. She sent fragments of her power to them, giving them a lifeline. Sadly, the power was too much for the first few, burning them to husks. Rift had to improvise. She scattered hints of the other realms into the one that these souls came from, stories and legends of happenings elsewhere. The souls that she began to save remembered these stories, clinging to a hope that there was something more out there. And they began to survive.

Rift was surprised to find that when the saved souls emerged, they had new forms. The forms from the legends that she scattered. But they lived, and they adapted. And they began to fight Void’s power, becoming the Plainswalkers.

Void, realising what Rift had done, began to steal the souls that she was rebirthing. He started overwhelming the fragments of power that she had sent, draining the souls of their desire to fight. He wiped their being, their memories, and refilled them with rage and hatred, creating the Shadows.

Rift soon drew back from the fight with Void, content to save souls and to watch the beautiful mysteries of the multiverse. Void, on the other hand, threw himself into the fight. He sent out his Shadows to fight Rift’s Plainswalkers, and the two sides began to clash.

Rift, realising that the Plainswalkers weren’t just her warriors, but equivalent to her children, created one last Realm. One last place that Void could not get to, as he had no power over it. And it was called Locostral.