A long time ago, the God of All created many different worlds. Each world had its own unique characteristics—one was rich in various metals, another was covered entirely by vast bodies of water, and yet another held an invisible energy that could not be found anywhere else. From these worlds, life was born through the power of god.
One night, as a gentle breeze drifted through their home, a young boy sat by the warm glow of the fireplace, looking up at his mother with curious eyes.
"Mom, Dad… what happened to God?" the boy asked.
His mother let out a sigh, her gaze distant as if recalling a forgotten tale. "No one truly knows, my son," she said softly. "But many believe that the God of All used the last of His strength to separate the worlds, scattering them across different dimensions."
The boy furrowed his brows, puzzled by her words. "But why would God do that?"
His father, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "Long ago, after the God of All created living beings—humans, dwarves, elves, and other races—society began to flourish. With time, resources, technology, medicine, and living standards advanced. At first, God allowed them to grow on their own, believing they should learn to be independent without divine intervention."
The boy's eyes widened with anticipation. "So… what happened after that, Dad?"
His father's expression darkened. "Greed happened." He sighed. "Over time, the different races began to covet what lay beyond their own worlds. The wealth of resources in other realms tempted them, and soon, they sought to conquer each other."
His mother nodded solemnly. "At first, God chose to ignore it, believing that free will was necessary. But the rulers of each race feared Him. They were afraid that one day, He might intervene and punish them for their actions. So, out of fear… they turned against Him."
The boy gasped. "They tried to kill God?"
His father nodded gravely. "All the leaders of the different races united in secret. With their combined technology, magic, and power, they waged war against the very being that had given them life. And in the end… they succeeded."
The boy clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "But God never even stopped them! He let them live, and still… they betrayed Him!"
His father chuckled, though his eyes held sadness. "Indeed. But even in His final moments, God did not seek revenge. Instead, He used the last of His divine power to separate the worlds, placing them in different dimensions, beyond each other's reach."
His mother gently stroked the boy's hair. "No one expected it. In an instant, all the races were transported away, scattered across their own realms… and then, God vanished."
The boy lowered his head, his heart aching. "How sad… I wish I had been there to help God."
His mother smiled warmly. "You're a kind boy, my son. I hope you will always hold onto that kindness as you grow."
The boy straightened his back, determination
shining in his eyes. "I promise, Mother!"
His father ruffled his hair with a chuckle. "That's a good promise, but remember this—always protect your family and those close to you. Kindness is important, but so is strength."
The boy nodded firmly. "Yes, Father! I will!"
As the fire crackled in the hearth, the parents shared a glance, a quiet understanding passing between them. The boy was still young, but one day, he would understand the true weight of his promise.
And perhaps, the fate of the worlds would once again rest in the hands of a kind soul.