The story's setting would be in an alternate universe called Orinthia.
THE CREATION OF ORINTHIA
Before Orinthia existed, there was only the Void, an infinite expanse of nothingness, a blank canvas untouched by time or form. It was a realm where nothing was born, nor could anything perish. The Void was formless, silent, and endless, swirling with the chaotic energies of creation and destruction. It was within this boundless nothingness that the Creator, an ancient being of unimaginable power and wisdom, first stirred.
The Creator had always existed, timeless and beyond comprehension, a force of pure magic. But for eons, they had watched in solitude, contemplating the nature of existence. What was it like to shape, to create, to fill the void with life? A longing began to take root in the Creator's heart, a desire to bring something into being—something that could experience the beauty of creation, the trials of life, and the sweetness of free will.
And so, the Creator began.
With a single thought, the Creator summoned the Essence of Life; a force of raw, untamed magic that flowed from the deepest corners of the Void. The Essence was pure, untouched by time, and it held the potential to shape all things. It swirled around the Creator, coalescing into a brilliant, glowing mass of light and energy. This energy, like the heart of the universe itself, pulsed with the power to create worlds, to shape the fabric of existence.
The Creator stretched out their hands and began to weave.
The first thing formed was the Sky, a vast and endless dome that stretched above all things, painted with the hues of twilight, dawn, and dusk. It was the first manifestation of order, a canvas upon which all life would eventually be drawn. The Creator's fingers danced through the air, shaping clouds, weaving stars, and breathing life into the winds. The Celestial Winds were born, swirling through the heavens with ancient songs of creation, each gust carrying with it a whisper of magic.
Then, the Land began to take shape beneath the Creator's touch. Mountains rose from the depths of the Void, their peaks sharp and piercing like the Creator's will. Rivers flowed like veins of life, winding across the earth in elegant, serpentine paths. Valleys were carved, plains spread like blankets, and forests bloomed with trees that reached toward the sky. The Heartwood, a vast forest of ancient trees, grew first—its roots sinking deep into the earth, connecting all of Orinthia together in an intricate web of magic.
Next, the Seas were born, immense, glittering bodies of water that stretched out to the edges of the land, each wave carrying the promise of life yet to come. The waters shimmered with untold mysteries, and creatures of pure magic swam beneath the surface, unseen but always present. The Song of the Seas resonated through Orinthia, a melody that echoed the deep connection between water and life.
But the Creator was not done. A flicker of thought led them to forge the Throne of Ages, a place of infinite power where they would rest once their work was complete. At the very heart of Orinthia, the Creator crafted a throne of stone, the Throne of Ages, where the energies of creation and destruction would eternally coexist. It was here, upon this ancient seat, that the Creator would rest after shaping the land and the skies. The Throne itself radiated with immense power, capable of influencing the balance of life across all of Orinthia. Whoever sat upon the Throne would hold dominion over the realm, able to weave the threads of fate and steer the course of history.
But life, as the Creator knew it, was not yet complete.
From the Essence of Life, the Creator forged the First Beings; immortal spirits who would guide the new world. These beings were both of the earth and the sky, formed from the very elements that the Creator had shaped. Some were born of fire, others of water, air, or stone. Together, they would protect Orinthia and ensure its growth. They were not bound by time but were instead keepers of the natural balance.
For countless eons, these first beings watched over the world, their energies infusing Orinthia with life and magic. As time passed, other beings came into existence; mortal creatures imbued with the same essence of life but bound by time. The animals, the plants, the races of mortals, each one crafted with purpose and intention. They were given free will, a gift from the Creator, who had long ago chosen to allow them to grow, learn, and shape their destinies.
However, as the Creator rested upon the Throne of Ages, the balance of life in Orinthia was constantly tested. Forces of darkness, born from the fringes of the Void, sought to corrupt the harmony of the world. These forces, led by beings of great power and malice, rose up to challenge the Creator's vision. It was in the heart of this struggle that the prophecy was born—the prophecy of the Child whose existence would either bring about Orinthia's salvation or its destruction.
The Creator's work, it seemed, was never truly done. They had formed Orinthia, but they had also left it open to the forces of fate; forces that would challenge its very foundation. And so, as the ages passed, the Creator continued to rest upon the Throne of Ages, watching and waiting for the day when the child of prophecy would rise to fulfill their destiny, one way or another.