Centuries went by slowly but surely. I continued to sit on my throne while my Terrarian race began to grow and grow, developing their own beliefs and interpretations for the meaning of the stars. Many found their calling in mining or writing. Others found their places in singing and speaking. But everyone knew their way around a blade. It was a fact of life. But the world of Dawn was much more beautiful than any of them can truly express. Every week, Dawn’s core would force the ocean water up through the mountains and shoot out as geysers of water at the mountain tops, to flow down into the valleys or be carried away in the wind for moss to grow on the mountaintops. The water will then seep back into the soil and back into the ocean in everlasting succession.

The capital city of the Red Rose Empire was named Pilgrim, for its history as a city that just ‘existed’ and was only helped by the original Terrarians. I made it so those Terrarians die after five thousand years, but it might as well be forever. Although I made it so the next generation rarely had wings to fly around with, so I wouldn’t have to deal with a sky city. Within that time, they learned how to master every skill set possible for themselves and everyone was able to have something in common. A library was built by my order and it housed all the books I brought with me from Terraria and carried through Equestria. I never was separated from my Hallowed armor though, and I wore it like a skin.

Rainbow Dash got tired of waiting for me to fall in love with her and went out to make love with a resident she knew very well. In fact they were so good together, I was actually jealous. They married and had a child that would later be a significant part in my future, and the future of all the worlds. They both thought it wasn’t even possible even when Rainbow was in heat, because of the differences of species, but some sort of ‘magic’ happened and they raised a child together. I never really did tell them where that magic came from. Even when Rainbow asked about it, I played dumb and told her it could possibly be Isis’s doing.

Every time Isis saw me for the next month she would give me a wink and skip off giggling.

I periodically spoke to Peddler every two years to know the decision David chose and each time it came back no. I eventually asked why, and he told me he fell in love with that worlds Lyra Heartstrings and he couldn’t leave her behind.

Dusk has been growing in power and the planet began releasing some of it from over storage. I decided to use that excess energy to fire a red beam into the sky every week, because of the very powerful creatures I was creating on its surface. And they were breeding quickly. Each of them has something to do with a nightmare and when you look at them you’ll either feel a paralyzing fear or nothing at all…

Or so the rumor goes. In actuality the creatures themselves are absorbing heat from the lava pools on Dusk and creating energy and inventing magic. Some even can enter the spirit realm and attack prey by devouring its spirit and then eating the body. It’s impressive and gruesome at the same time. They even are able to heal themselves with certain spells.

One day I got bored and created another template moon and fired the red beam at it, to see what it would do. I discovered that it acts as a planet killer when it instantly burned the template planet’s atmosphere and cracked it in half. I had to remove it so the halves wouldn’t impact the current planets. Since then, the Terrarians were calling Dusk the angrier of the two siblings. Dawn was a peaceful sister of beauty, while Dusk was the angry brother of war. Together, the brother and sister planets created my universe and brought impressive life and beauty to the land around itself. I felt blessed that I helped create this world and that the natural processes sustained it.

Back in Pilgrim, a few Terrarians discovered magic spells and found a way to create their own mana. It required dedication and a full year of meditation to become magically gifted and have at least twenty mana. It wasn’t as close to my power, but it was magic all the same, and they were able to use spells. After ten years of meditation they were able to do much more than just a candle light of cursed flame and started spouting pools of green fire by the dawn of the next era. Rainbow’s husband was the founder of the magic group, and he created a college for those who wanted to study it.

The Era of Magic had begun.

I planned on going to Skyrim for magical spells, and found that instead of Tamriel I could get magic from my own people. They were influential and powerful people indeed.

Generations were almost unheard of, until the first mass deaths of the original Terrarians. Rainbow took it especially hard because her love was one of them. In her grief, she kept demanding I should bring him back, but forgave me for not trying after a month. Our friendship never did waver and she became a goddess of the weather. She abandoned the name Rainbow Dash and adopted the name Atmos. Atmos needed a new look because of this change as well. She couldn’t go around looking like Rainbow Dash and have a different name.

She came to me with this problem.

“I need a new look.” she stated nonchalantly.

We were in my throne room and Atmos was looking very bored. I rested my head on my right hand like I always do and peered over my kingdom with my divine sight. No crime ever happened in the empire.

“All right Atmos. What do you want to look like?” I asked happily.

Isis broke our connection with each other centuries ago, because she didn’t think we’d need it. A wise move considering the rough nights Rainbow had with her love.

“I don’t know, maybe something similar to this. I just feel like I’m my own reminder of my past life.” she admitted sadly. “I can’t even remember the faces of my best friends. And chances are they died a long time ago and I’d never see them again.” her voice lost all remorse in its tone as she finished.

She’d already moved on a long time ago when she finally realized her friends may not be around when she gets back to her world. I made sure she was comfortable during those times of remorse, and she eventually aged out of her depression. But something about her maturity changed after that.

“Then, maybe a new body?” I offered.

“I don’t know, I kinda like this one but it just… looks off you know?” she replied shrugging.

“Well not really. But I get what you’re saying. How about I make you completely sky blue? Will that do?”

“Uh, maybe?” she answered with an awkward expression of discontent, and motioned towards her body. “I don’t know. I just need something done to me so I can feel like a new me and be the new me.”

“Well you should go talk to Isis about that. When you both reach a decision on what your new body or look should be you can come to present it to me.” I suggested.

“Ok, that sounds like a good idea.” Atmos sighed loudly. “I really need something to do. Going around the country and bringing all its problems to the right people isn’t how I expected to live my life.” she looked fondly at the ceiling in remembrance. “Although an occasional Sonic Rainboom is pretty awesome. And a hurricane or two never really hurts. Meh, I shouldn’t be complaining.”

“All right. Just know that I’ve made my decision to start up Isis’s little program to find the creators. The Terrarians are ready to fight if they are invaded, and that’s all we need to be able to win any battle.”

“Ok I’ll tell Isis.” Atmos bowed and flew out of the throne room and headed toward Isis’s forest that lain to the east.

A large gust of wind followed Atmos out of the room. When the gust dissipated, I tracked Rainbow Dash as she flew away and then searched for anyone nearby. Only the guards that were stationed outside or near me, were the ones at the balcony on the other side of the council chamber for divines with physical forms or deities that will represent the worlds I will potentially ally. Although there was a new addition that was added thousands of years ago.

To the left of my throne on the opposing wall to Atmos’s bed was a door that was small enough for only creatures my height and smaller to enter. I had it magically locked so no one could enter and I remained in the throne room for thousands of years, just watching that door so no one could find out what was on the other side.

I got up from my throne after thousands of years of sitting in the same place. I didn’t forget what the motion of walking felt like and I was easily able to make it over to the door. Although I did wobble a little when I got to my feet, after finding my new sense of balance. I pushed on the door and it swung open at my command.

Inside were two pedestals that went up to my waist. On the pedestals were two cooking souls that I let age and learn as they watched the world and everything within it. I hid their wondering eyes with my own, pretending to try to get more detail in my sight of the universe, as normally it’s like a small blur in my mind’s eye. But Isis asked a few questions once when she noticed it, and I had to tell her to wait till I’m ready to reveal my newest secrets. She accepted it, knowing that I’m now the divine she will answer to for all eternity, until she changes her mind.

The souls were beating slowly and their beats pulses increased in tempo as I closed in and stood between them. They were anxious that their father was nearby. The most loyal of beings that I will now enact my will upon and give them a new life. A life where they understand the laws of my world and begin to control them themselves. Among the other things in the room, there happened to be golden square plates that held names for me to know like The Noble Order or Peddler.

I smiled at my work at magic making and the enchantments the wall held. It would add new names as I meet important figures in the universe. And only important figures I’ve met in the universe or the multiverse. Atmos’s name was on there, along with Isis under the section labeled ‘The Red Rose Empire’.

I turned to my right and looked at the blue orb that beat happily in my presence and then to the red one that also beat just as happily in my presence. They were the souls of Dawn and Dusk. Brother and sister souls of the planets that have natural and magical processes that make them powerful. Currently both planets are just simple tools for anyone to pick up and wreak havoc across all the globe or even across the universe. But when these souls are infused with the planets magical cores, they will give life to the tools and make golems that I can command and cherish.

“Hello children.” I whispered to the souls.

“Hello father!” the blue orb announced happily in my mind.

“I want to murder your enemies.” the red one replied aggressively to my mind as well.

They were linked to me in the most spiritual of ways, as if they were an extension of me. Just like how Rainbow and Isis were also added limbs when we did that ceremony together to allow our souls to bond the way they did. In fact Isis’s spell was what I used to connect both the souls with mine, so I’d know their fate at all time. And I could feel their places in the universe so I’d never lose them.

Although I didn’t just create them for simple purpose of having spiritual control over my worlds. No, I created them because I wanted a god or deity that did more than just control specific aspects of the world. I created Dusk to represent sin, anger, rage, and the lust for power. His sister, Dawn will represent joy, excitement, morals, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Of course they both combined were almost like yin and yang, only they were true and complete representations of good and evil. But they were both truly loyal to me. They will even betray their own beliefs and roles in the world if I gave them a command. But I made sure they always had a choice to follow me and leave me.

If Dusk thinks his sister is in danger, and I ask him to let her handle it and do work for me, he'd go against my order and help his sister. Their love for each other is incomparable to the loyalty they feel toward me. And that’s the way I like it. Followers that have priorities other than my orders. I can’t say the same for Terrarians though. If I asked one to kill their unborn child they’d rip themselves open and stomp on the fetus rather than abort it because it was faster.

I picked up both souls and placed them in my inventory. I walked back into the throne room and locked the door behind me with magic. I walked over to the white and golden throne, and sat down on its stony surface. I then sent a command to a general in the military base on the outskirts of Pilgrim to collect the greatest warriors that the empire has ever seen.

I then waited a full day.

Just before the sun poked above the horizon, the general clad in golden armor with a ruby crown opened the doors and stepped up to the throne. He gave me a low bow and straightened himself.

“My lord, the greatest warriors from each of the reserves are ready to be in your presence and are currently waiting in the council chambers.” he stated with a gruff voice.

“Send them in and leave us. You will return to your duties after they enter this room.” I told him.

“Yes, lord Oden.”

He turned and walked to the double doors and pushed them open. Once they closed, I heard voices on the other side of the door and then a few seconds later it opened again revealing six Terrarians that walked in a column toward me and fanned out to a line formation, all facing me. They each got down onto one knee and bowed toward me in unison.

“Rise.” I commanded them.

They stood tall and I got a look at each of them. They were all fully clad in different sets of armor and battle ready. Each were specialists and masters of their own trade.

The one on the farthest left had Necro armor on, and I could only tell his eyes were blue. His weapon of choice was a large ebony hammer the size of a Terrarian torso. He comes from the Necro army that dedicated themselves to training, to one day go to planet Dusk. He grew up in a small settlement and other Terrarians called his size ‘divine will,’ and he grew up a respected member of the community. He was a little antisocial, but would always protect his neighbors from dragon attacks with indisputable success. He was the largest of them all, towering two feet above all the rest. Each Terrarian was a default 6’5 when fully grown but he came in at 8’5 easily and his Necro armor made him seem several thousands of times more intimidating.

The one next to him on the right, was a mage from one of the many colleges of magic. He had meteorite armor underneath his robes that made him better in magic, and he had a full bar of magic from years of study. He had a familiar hat, that made it so you couldn’t see his headgear. He grew up in Pilgrim, and was the son of the founding member of the magic era. He mastered every spell in the library. His father was actually the one who courted Rainbow Dash, and somehow they had him. His adventurous spirit turned him into an adventurer and eventually he left home, and Atmos never saw him for a thousand years. Once he was reunited with his mother, he pulled out a map of the entire world and told her of all his adventures. Atmos was so proud.

The next one beside him, was a college buddy that he lost contact with after he went on his journey to map the world. His father was a master alchemist, and his father taught him everything that he knew. He later had a fascination in magic, met Atmos’s son and became great friends with him. Although I couldn’t say his fascination in magic was ‘natural’ at all. And I gave him a specific ability to read minds when he was a small child. He abused that ability to no end, until one day the people of the small settlement came to me to remove the gift. I explained to him to never use it again, until he gets gifted in magic. So he joined the college, became the best and I approved his use of the skill to read minds. Much like mine, it required touch. But he had a different plan and decided rather than announce it to the world, he would keep it hidden from everyone. He wore the same magi clothing and armor as the other mage did.

To the left of him, was a warrior of the night that became legendary in midnight combat. His skills with sneaking were beyond compare, and if he was behind you, you wouldn’t know it until you turned around. He had also developed large lungs as a child that held in more air, to hold his breath longer than anyone else. An incident where this came in handy was when a mine flooded because of the daily geysers, after a mineshaft went too deep and the underground ocean pushed through the small wall that separated the miners and the ocean, they didn’t know was there. He swam two miles before reaching the surface, while everyone else drowned and respawned. His sneaking skills were first used when the village elders asked him to hunt down field mice in the infested fields. He was also the only Terrarian born with natural bat wings.

To the right of him was an archer that was known in Pilgrim, as the best around. He wore gold armor, but chose not to have headgear so he could sight in on his targets easier. His fascination with a bow started when he was a small child, and his father and mother chose bows over swords. Of course it didn’t keep any of them from having a short sword. He became so skilled with the bow, he was able to outshoot his father. He gained this ‘unnatural’ mental awareness of the wind, and would always be able to adjust his shots to that wind. He one day found a strange golden alloy deep within a mine and kept it for himself, mistaking it as gold; he later forged it into a golden bow. His legendary moment was when a stone-elemental dragon tried to destroy a caravan he was guarding, and his new bow shot so true and strong it pierced through the stone dragon's scales and penetrated its magical heart, killing it instantly. He never again felt the need to carry a sword for the rest of his life.

The last warrior, was a Legendary Gladiator that remained champion of the gladiators to this day. His father was a gladiator and he grew up in Pilgrim while being taught by his father about the importance of situational awareness. He, like his father, practiced fighting with many different weapons until he mastered the art of dual-wielding a spiked mace and an iron sword. He had recently learned how to fire a crossbow, and he chose it as his favorite ranged weapon since it required only one hand and left him room to hold another blade. He came in the best armor the richest Gladiators are known for. Mythril; Mythril was a very rare material that only is purchasable by nobles, people of importance or traded for entire cities. He used this ore to forge greaves and chest plate; he also found no need to wear a helmet, since it would restrict his ability to use his peripheral vision to see any opponents. His long uncut hair made him look barbaric, and his ego could match it, if not top it. But he never disrespected other combatants. He also was born with a ‘sense’ to tell him when danger was nearby.

They all were great warriors, but their skills and social understanding were varied and unique. But they were all also born with a gift given to them by me. They all eventually left their respective fields and signed up for some branch of the Empire’s army to defend the people they grew up around. None of them had wings, except for the stealth expert.

And that was the group of adventurers that came into my throne room. I gave them all a once-over, and reminded myself of their use in my grand plot to change the multiverse for the better and unite everyone under my rule or at my side, while having a little fun along the way.

“You are all here to take on a mission.” I told them while looking at the double door which none of them were standing in front of. “You six are among the greatest warriors and wisest minds in the Empire. But none of you will be able to complete the tasks that I would ask of you.”

“Uh, with all due respect, lord Oden.” Atmos’s son spoke up confidently. “I think whatever task you ask of us is within our skill levels.”

I slowly swiveled my head toward him and he fidgeted uncomfortably when my eyes were upon him.

“Prism.” I addressed Atmos’s son. “I will have you know that there are things you will see, that will change your perspective on the world. I know you’ve had some of those while you were out adventuring, but none were like what is to come.”

Prism cocked his head to the side. “Wait, so where are we going?”

“I’ll reveal your mission shortly. Now. Turmoil.” I looked over at the unnaturally tall Terrarian with his dark armor and threatening war hammer. “You were known as the Dragon Killer back in your hometown, Lancelot correct?” the five other Terrarians in the room looked over at him with wonder.

“Yes my lord.” Turmoil replied in a deep gruff voice.

I smirked at him under my helmet. “Well, you’ll be fighting much more powerful adversaries than simple dragons.”

“Dragons are not simple, my lord.” he retorted and tried not to seem threatening.

“Oh, with what I’m going to throw at you.” I leaned forward grabbing everyone’s attention, and finished darkly. “They will be.”

“Lord Oden.” the gladiator in Mythril spoke up and everyone looked at him. “Are you going to impede our mission?”

“Good question Spiculus. No, I will not. In fact I will be helping you on your journey. But the creatures of Dawn do not obey my every command. I can influence where they wish to go, but what I ask you to do will make Dawn actively try to hunt you down and impede you.” when I finished my statement, everyone was in stunned into silence.

“My lord.” started the Terrarian with bat wings.

“Yes Hunter?”

“What are we carrying?” asked Hunter, his purple eyes holding confusion.

I looked at him for a few moments before I nodded and decided to take out the first soul I wanted them to deliver. I pulled out the soul of Dawn, and they looked at it in awe as they felt it reach out to them like family. I looked between them all and they looked at it with awe as the presence of a eighth member in the room became known to them. I spoke up before they could get too spiritually involved.

“This is the soul of my daughter, Dawn. The soul of the planet we are living on. I want you to go to the center of the planet and deposit the soul into the magical core of the planet.” I told them and I let the information sink in.

“Whoa. So we’d be giving life to Dawn?” inquired Prism’s college friend.

“Yes Ambrosia, you’d be giving it life. But this is going to be no simple task.”

Spiculus, the gladiator, spoke up. “But couldn’t we simply go into any mine to drop it into the ocean?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t seem to understand souls.” I replied, letting go of the Soul of Dawn and letting it hover freely in front of me. “One of you will have to hold their breath and swim to the bottom of the ocean, to put the soul inside Dawn.” I stepped forward and returned Dawn's soul to my hand.

“I’m sorry my lord, but this task is impossible. No Terrarian can hold their breath so long!” exclaimed Spiculus.

“You obviously have not heard of Hunter’s exploits.” I noted, pointing at the bat winged Terrarian. “Hunter has swam two full miles without stopping to take a single breath.”

The archer looked at him. “By the gods, that’s impressive.”

“You’re one to talk.” I commented. “You used your Angel's Bow to pierce the heart of a rock-elemental dragon.”

Brian Ambrosia, the friend of Prism, looked around the room warily. “Seriously? What kind of Terrarians am I in the presence of?”

“You are among champions, Brian. And you are not short of one either.” I responded.

“Seriously? Brian a champion? He’s only capable of maybe a few minor magic spells. There’s no way he could be a savior of anything.” Prism commented with a snicker toward his friend.

The other Terrarians gave him the death glare, other than Brian, who knew he was correct. The death glares were for speaking out of line and without respect for me considering I’m the king of the Red Rose Empire.

“That’s where you’re wrong Prism. I gave you all certain gifts that would help you in different ways throughout your journey. You each have a special power that I gifted to you, or some aspect of yourself that I chose for each of you to have. The fact that you were all champions in your own right was no accident, or simply you were just better than everyone else.” I explained to them.

They all looked at me strangely, but Turmoil kept his stoic gaze. He emulates Darkness in a way with his personality, but he’s several more times caring than anyone would give him credit for.

They were all silent except for Prism who spoke up. “Lord Oden.” he started his question quietly. “What did you give us?”

I smiled under my helmet and pointed at Prism. “I gave you life, Prism. Your mother was not capable of bearing a Terrarian child, so I gave her one. You.”

His eyes widened. “T-then I owe you my life.” he slowly got down on both knees and bowed toward me an all fours.

“Stand Prism.” he did but he had a concerned face, and I turned to Spiculus. “The next gift I gave one of you, was Spiculus’s danger awareness.”

“M-my lord?” stuttered Spiculus.

“When you swing your sword at an opponent, your senses tell you if it was a good idea or a good trade or when you should back out of the attack to dodge the unmistakably great counter. You can even tell if you won’t be able to defeat an opponent, when you’ve practiced with your father.”

“M-my lord… thank you for your gift.” he replied giving another respectful bow.

“May it treat you well. And Hunter.” I looked at the bat winged Terrarian who gave me a short and courteous bow.

“I gave you your unnatural bat wings. This is a useful trait when conducting a stealthy flight. Your lungs are also very large compared to others' and that is another gift of yours. You will carry the soul of Dawn, and push it into Dawn’s core.” I presented the core to him.

He hesitantly stepped forward and placed the blue soul into his inventory.

“You are to hide when danger approaches and your skills aren’t what is necessary to defeat the danger. But I want you to destroy the threat if you have the skills to deal with it.” I told him.

He bowed and replied, “I will carry out your commands.” he stepped back into position between Prism and Turmoil, with the soul of Dawn in his inventory.

“Turmoil.” I turned to the big hulking Terrarian with a threatening war hammer. “I gifted you your height and muscle control. An average Terrarian normally only uses a third of their muscles just like a human. You have constant control of twice that daily, and since you exercise them all, they are stronger than any being I know of. In a battle situation, you are able to use all your muscles to fight your foe. Especially dragons. You’ve overpowered your fair share of them I’m sure… in fact I watched you do just that. But of course, the wear and tear of your muscles were too great if left unchecked so I gifted you a stronger muscle tendon structure, so they wouldn’t snap when pushed to the limits.”

“Thank you, my lord.” he plied with his deep respectful voice. “It has made me a protector of all those I hold dear. The gift is well used.”

“And so it should be.” I responded. “Now I have Auriel Trueshot, and Brian Amborsia’s powers I must explain. But first. Auriel bring me your bow.” I commanded him.

Auriel looked concerned, but didn’t question me as he brought the golden longbow that was slung over his shoulder around and into his hands. He handed it to me with a bow. I grasped it and took a look at it. It looked exactly like a golden bow that was forged from simple gold. But I knew what this material was.

“This is not made of gold, Auriel.” he looked nervous. “It’s made of something much stronger.” He calmed. “And out of something very divine, indeed.”

I held out the bow toward him and he was confused for a moment before trying to reach for it. But to his surprise, the bow began to get longer and thinner. The string snapped and a handle began to form where my right hand connected the bow. He, along with everyone else, in the room was rendered speechless.

“This bow was built by me eons ago, after I finished this world. I grew bored as the settlers did predictable things. While I waited, I created the greatest bow in the world that had no real use in my throne room. No one other than the people in this room knows it exists. Although I found it had no use sadly, I chose to melt it down and place it in the earth when the right Terrarian found it. That Terrarian is you, Auriel Trueshot.”

“I-I don’t… My lord.” he looked like he was having a spiritual moment.

“Please… but the bow isn’t finished, without a string.” I grinned behind my helmet.

“S-shall I buy one?”

“No, for a bow like this, no normal string will be able to hold enough tensile strength to be fired safely.”

I removed my headgear and the Terrarians looked away out of fear. I changed my face long ago to show how powerful I am, and be able to look at someone with a believably warm smile rather than mischievous one. My hair was bright yellow blonde, and my eyes had no pupils as they were fully sky blue. Everyone including Auriel bowed and looked away with a certain amount of fear.

“P-Please forgive us for seeing your form lord Oden.” begged Prism looking at the round.

“Please. You all truly think I’d hurt you, if you saw my face?” I asked with a warm smile on said face.

“W-well, the rumors sir.” he replied lifting his head slowly.

The other Terrarians did the same and laughed mirthfully at their silliness.

“You’re so superstitious. But that’s not to be entirely stomped out, considering the things you’d soon learn. Anyway back to the string this bow will require.” I stated, putting a hand to my head.

I then pulled a single hair from my head and held it in front of me with my left hand. I made the small hair grow several sizes larger, and it grew to the size of a bowstring. I then placed one end of my hair on the tip of one end of the bow and it fused to the material. I did the same with the other end and tightened it to make the bow arc. I then gave it a few test plucks and became satisfied with my work and began explaining its abilities.

“Auriel. This bow is now the most powerful weapon on Dawn. But you must always remember that just because it’s a weapon, it doesn’t need to be used to take a life.” I explained.

“I understand my lord.” he nodded.

“Now.”

I turned around and held the bow backward and swung at my throne with the string. It was easily cut in half, like it wasn’t a material I had specifically created to resist explosions and centuries of brutality. The other Terrarians became slack-jawed at the display.

“This string is so strong and thin, it will cut through anything you want it to.” I told Auriel.

I grabbed his hand and quickly forced the string up against his palm, to which he flinched, but noticed it didn’t cut through him.

“But... it will not cut through the flesh of its wielder.” I placed the hilt in his hand and he observed it, and explained further. “The bow is selective at what it cuts. Innocent creatures cannot be harmed when they touch the string. It will also not cut whatever you don’t want it to. So if you wish to cut firewood but not the other weapons it’s laid next to then it will obey your wishes.”

“That’s amazing, milord.” he replied.

“I’m not even done explaining. When you pull the string with an arrow, magic is infused with the arrow and it will pierce anything you want it too. Let’s say you want it to go straight through a dragon and the arrow is hurdling toward an ally. The dragon will die, but the ally will simply have the arrow bounce off of them. Even if it hits their eye. No damage whatsoever will be dealt to them. You can do the same by shooting through an ally at an enemy, and your friend won’t be harmed as the arrow passes through them, but instead impacts the foe you’re fighting. Remember that.”

“I will, my lord.”

“And again… I’m not done.” I whispered. “Come with me, all of you.”

I turned around and headed out to the balcony where all the Terrarians then joined me. I motioned for the bow to be handed to me and Auriel complied. I then pointed it at the sky and pulled the string. A magical arrow the color matching the purest white appeared in the spaces between the pulled string and the hilt. I then released it and the arrow shot off at the speed of light leaving a white trail and a small boom.

“That was a magical arrow. Those are your most powerful arrows that you can use with your magic.” I explained to him.

“But my lord I don’t have magic.” he replied to me.

“But the Bow does. It has the capacity to only create three of those arrows a day. Use them sparingly for you cannot hold more than three. But remember that they require accuracy. They are just a small object that does damage only to what it touches and no area damage. If you want to take down a foe larger than a simple blade can destroy, then you’ll need to aim for the heart. I can fight you with three pins and I wouldn’t be able to kill you. But if one happened to hit your heart, then I’d be victorious.”

“I understand the concept, lord Oden.” He bowed respectfully.

“That’s all about the bow. As for your natural ability to know where the wind is moving no matter what distance you are from the wind, that’s also my gift to you.”

“Wait.” Brian turned to me. “Do we all get cool weapons like that or no?”

I smiled at him while handing the bow back to Auriel.

“No. But I will give you each weapons and tools to greatly enhance your current skills. Oh, yes your gift.” I stated looking at Brian with a smile, he began to sweat nervously. “Brian Ambrosia is able to read minds.”

The other Terrarians gave him a wary look. Prism seemed skeptical, but remained quiet.

“He is also a master of potions. Which is why I’ll give you this.” I pulled out a four inch wide glass ball.

“What’s that?” Brian asked when he saw it.

“This is the Ball of Mixing.” I responded, and continued to explain, “It gives you the ability to mix together any potion by just having the ingredients. Rather than taking hours to prepare a complex potion that requires time and energy, this ball will mix it in seconds and create small glass jars filled with whatever you wish to make. Just remember to put the glass back when done with the potion it creates. And if you create an explosive cocktail, then you’ll have to find more glass to place inside the sphere.”

“Oh cool. But do I get a weapon?” he asked.

“Use what you can, but don’t begrudge what is given to you.” I noted, deadpanning at him.

“Sorry my lord, I guess I’m just too ungrateful.” he replied taking it in his hand and looking at it.

“Indeed.” I remarked, rolling my eyes and he winced. “Oh, Prism.”

“Yes?” he asked excitedly.

“You won’t get anything for now.”

“Aww.”

I chuckled. “Now Hunter.” I turned to the bat-winged Terrarian. “I have a very special gift for you that you’d find more useful than a mixing bowl and a bow.”

“I thank you in advance, lord Oden.” he bowed just as respectfully as his tone.

“I give you...” I reached into my inventory. “My Invisibility Bracelet.” I took out a golden bracelet and handed it to him.

He responded by putting it on and looking at the small grey circle in the center of gold.

“What’s this symbol, my lord?” He asked.

“That’s the symbol of the moon.” I responded.

“But the moon is crystal and purple my lord. Please explain how it represents it.”

“The moon used to be white and grey, before the times of Red Rose. It was also known for being quiet and tranquil in the face of danger, rather than active and aggressive like it is now.” I told him.

“I believe I understand, my lord.” he gave a respectful bow.

“Good. Oh yes. Turmoil and Spiculus.” I continued, turning to the gladiator and the tall Necro warrior. “You two also have gifts, but they are not acquirable on Dawn. So you will not receive them now.”

“I understand my lord.” stated Spiculus bowing to me.

“I’m not sure I understand my lord.” added Turmoil.

“Then I’ll explain to only you.” I replied to him. Turning to the other Terrarians I spoke, “Everyone back into my throne room. Leave us to speak on the balcony.”

They respectfully filed out and left Turmoil and I to ourselves. Turmoil looked at me, but he held a silent amount of worry to the knowledge I was about to give him.

“Your mission will soon bring you and the rest of the Terrarians to the planet of Dusk.” I whispered to him.

His eyes widened and for the first time in seven years he smiled.

“M-my destiny? Fulfilled?” he whispered back with no trace of hiding his excitement.

“Yes. Your weapon gifted to you will be located on Dusk. Spiculus’s will be in a different location. You probably could have guessed this, but when you return I will hand over the Soul of Dusk onto you to begin your next mission to place it within the center of the Dusk planet.” I told him.

“H-how will we get there my lord?” he asked giddily.

“Patience. I promise you, you will be on the surface of that planet, without a doubt. But let it be the motivation to protect your allies and to succeed in this mission come first, so you may be worthy of entering Dusk. There is a lot you must do before getting to it. And it will be no easier than this one. In fact harder. I’ll explain more in the throne room. Tell no one of what we spoke of, until I assign the mission.” I whispered this order to him.

“Yes, my lord.” he bowed respectfully and turned to leave but stopped. “…and thank you.”

I nodded my head in understanding. I then placed my headgear back on, and used my power to fix my throne while walking back into the throne room with Turmoil returning to his position. I sat on my throne and noticed the Terrarians were back into the original order they were when they came in.

“All right. With that aside, it’s time to finally discuss your mission. As you know you will be delivering Dawn’s soul to the core and placing it inside. Dawn will test you to try to stop you. You will work together to overcome any obstacle that it throws at you. But remember, at times only one of you will be able to overcome it and allow the rest to move on.” I warned them.

“Now, you will have to go to a specific place on Dawn for Hunter to be able to swim to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Wait.” Prism stated. “Isn’t the bottom of the ocean flat? Or so I’ve heard it is. So wouldn’t that mean that no matter where we go, we could simply build a mine anywhere and have Hunter go down it?”

“No.” I responded. “The bottom of the ocean is indeed flat. But the top of it is as rough and uneven as the makeup of a natural cave. If you were to dig a hole here, you’d drown before reaching the center like the myth goes. But there is one place on Dawn where you can dig down and be only a mile from the bottom of the ocean.”

“Uh, where is this?” he asked.

“The Ghostly Gorge.” I replied to him.

Prism began to pale for a moment.

“Where is that, my lord?” Spiculus asked.

“Ask your guide.” I motioned toward Prism.

Everyone noticed his horrified expression and began to become uncomfortable.

“You ok, lad?” Spiculus asked.

“G-Ghostly Gorge i-is a-a terrifying place.” Prism admitted, trying to get ahold of himself. He breathed in and out then began to speak. “W-well…*sigh*…Ok well Ghostly Gorge is a place I mapped a few years into my journey, to map the world. I heard that long ago the geysers were so many around there that it loosened the ground and the land began to fall. Oden then stopped the falling of the land and sealed the cracks, but the animals that lived there hit the ground shortly after and all died.”

“So?” Brian interrupted.

“So being so close to Dawn’s magical core it trapped the animal souls within the magical field and they now haunt the low areas of the Gorge. Their spiritual essence is so thick that the ionized air creates a ghostly fog that they say you can see spirits running around in.”

“Is it true?” asked Brian.

“…” Prism looked at the ground. “Yes. And it scared me half to death. Some creatures that died are so aggressive and chase you until you leave, but they can’t hurt you. It’s just unnerving. But in the middle is a small mountain that didn’t fall over, that spiritualists inhabited a long time ago to learn more about the spirit world…” he seemed hesitant to continue.

Hunter picked up on it. “What happened to them?”

“T-they…” He stuttered. “They built a castle at the top of the mountain and I went there to spend the night and get a better vantage point from the fog below. But I found skeletons of Terrarians in full battle armor lying around.”

“So Terrarians die all the time. They came back right? Or did they move out?” Brian asked.

“No.” Prism kept going fearfully. “Something there removed their ability to respawn and I found full Terrarian skeletons littering the floors. And the castle wasn’t even in the mist either.” he looked on fearfully. “I would have fled for my life right then and there, but I had a dream to live up to. It was the most terrifying thing in my life. Though I’m glad I’m going back with company.” he gave a small smile.

“I will protect you with all my might.” Turmoil stated reassuringly.

“Thanks.” Prism nodded to him, then looked at me. “Just wondering, though. What happened to their spirits lord Oden?”

I leaned back in my chair for a moment before contemplating telling them the truth. I eventually reached a decision.

“They still remain there. You may not hear them, but I do every day. The creature that killed them has never been seen before because it was an aquatic creature of the underwater ocean. Since it lived so close to the core it developed a magic siphoning ability to keep it alive. Without that, it needed to turn to life forms with natural magic to sustain itself. Taking a Terrarian’s immortality was a side effect of its feeding.”

“Wait, but why do the spirits remain there? And what do you mean you still hear them?” Hunter asked.

“Their spirits roamed down the mountain and then were trapped in the mist. So their screams of anguish from not being able to return to the land of spirits can be heard ever since then. Prism never heard them because they only just entered the mist and didn’t realize their fate until a day after he finished mapping the Gorge and left.” I explained.

“Wait.” Auriel said drawing everyone’s attention to him. “If the spirits were heading to the spirit realm, why would they enter the mist?”

“That has to do with the positioning of the Crystal Moon.” I told them.

“What does the moon have to do with the spirit realm?” Asked Hunter.

I thought about not saying anything, but I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I then leaned back forward and was about to speak before Hunter spoke up.

“Sorry my lord, I don’t wish to demand answers I have no right to know.” He said shamefully.

“No, no.” I responded dismissively. “I was just wondering if I felt it wise to tell you where spirits actually go. And I’ve decided that if you are to carry out missions where your eternal rests are in danger you have the right to know…” I prepared myself and continued, “When a Terrarian dies, their souls leave their bodies and wander aimlessly. I was aware of this after the first generation of Terrarians died and I decided I’d do something about that. I made an inner world for spirits to go to inside of the Crystal Moon. So now whenever you permanently die, you enter the moon to spend the afterlife with all the other living Terrarians. And the space inside it is limitless.”

“S-so I’d be able to see my father again?” Prism asked remorsefully.

I simply nodded my head.

“T-that’s interesting.” he remarked with a small smile.

“Be warned.” I started and they all snapped to attention. “I may not be able to save you, if you die in the mist. I may even send you to places where your soul won’t be able to return to me. In those worlds, I want you to be careful and be wary of your steps. Practice this caution on your mission.”

“Lord Oden.” Turmoil asked, “Can you save the ones trapped in the mist?”

I smiled. “When the Dawn soul is placed in the core I’ll ask her to push the Gorge up to its original position. Effectively freeing the Terrarians and the animal spirits. Although before I can do that, the creature must be destroyed. Make that your secondary objective as you enter the Gorge.”

“Yes, lord.” they replied in unison.

“Dismissed. Brian, Prism, Hunter.” I spoke to the magi and the bat-man. “Go to the Armory where you’ll be fitted with better gear.” I commanded and they bowed and filed out of the double doors.

When they were gone I was left alone again in my beautiful throne room. The only company was the bed on the right and the door on the left. Both missing key items to tie me to this room. I thought for a moment and took into account of Atmos’s location, direction, and speed. She will reach me in several seconds. Perfect timing too.

*WOOSH!*

“Hey Oden!” exclaimed the rainbow-maned pony-turned spirit happily, sitting down in front of my throne.

“'Sup Dash.” I replied a little more chipper than usual.

She frowned and rubbed the back of her neck. “So, I got an idea of what I want to become.”

“Yes?” I asked confused to her sudden change of demeanor.

“Well…” she looked away at the ceiling for a moment and then back to me. “I think I want to become a Terrarian. Like hands, legs, and feet Terrarian.” she shifted uncomfortably.

I put a finger on my chin for a moment and thought.

“I think I can do that.” I smiled happily. “Any preferences of your body?”

“Well I think I’ll keep the hair. OH! And my wings! I don’t want to lose those.” she exclaimed with a demanding gaze.

“Uh sure, I can do that. Anything else?” I ask with a smile.

“W-well…” she blushed.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. I then looked at her and made it easier for her to ask.

“Small, medium or large?” I asked with a knowing grin.

“Hehehe. Large, if you don’t mind.” She grinned with her blush's intensity increasing dramatically. “I want to have a better sex life, you know? Being me is more stressful than I thought, and I totally want to have more kids than one you know?”

“I can do that.” I nodded. “Do you want me to change the body you currently have, or start fresh?”

“Uh, new. But I want Prism to know I’m his mother, rather than some hot new girl on the block.” she winced. “That’d be awkward.”

“HAHAHAHAHA! Want me to set up a date with Brian?” I snickered loudly.

“NO I DON’T WANT TO DATE MY BOY’S FRIENDS!”

“You sure? One of the newer ones happens to be a gladiator.” I stated conspiratorially with a matching mischievous grin.

“I SAID N-wait which one?” she asked putting a hoof to her chin.

“Spiculus.” I snickered.

“I’m game!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Author's Notes:

OK I'm going to lay this on you guys right now....

I'm putting this story on haitus. I KNOW IT'S TERRIBLE THING TO DO! But I've been working on this for way to long and I can't bring myself to write another chapter about it. It doesn't mean there won't be future chapters though.

I've actually filled up my stories list by 10+ new stories that I have yet to write a single chapter for. I was thinking on doing a semi self insert for my next story, and to do that I needed to use my time. Time that I can't share between two stories. I wanted to multitask before and realized that not only was it nonproductive.

But it took too long and I'd get bored with one story for the other...so yea.

BUT THIS STORY IS NOT BEING CANCELLED! I promise you it's not! It will continue! the last chapter will be chapter 23 and then I'm done with this story for a while. the story WILL NOT end quickly when I get back!

I plan at least passing chapter 30 for the events I've already planned out. But for now enjoy this chapter and remember it's not the end.