The Beginning (The Originals' Story)

The Beginning (The Originals' Story)

A Chapter by iNSOMniAC
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My partner came up with these theories that used our emotions to create the greatest things that we know. I don't own these - they all belong to him.

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"First, there was no Earth, just the stars, the moon, the sun, and various other planets. There were no living things, until one day, two humans popped out of a rip in time: a man and a woman, both very different. They came to change things, to make it better, to give the whole universe something diverse, something... unexplainable. Something destructive yet beautiful at the same time. But first, they needed a format to begin. That's when they combined their powers and created a huge ball, full of variety. They called this big ball of variety the Earth, and it would hold everything on its shoulders for eternity, for every generation to come. There were the elements first. Fire, water, earth, light, dark. They were scattered in chaos and the humans decided to try a new task. The two humans persuaded the sun, the moon and the stars to give the Earth their support. The man promised their creation would be beautiful and will reward them greatly. The chosen objects did as they were told and began working. The Earth began to grow, not only in size but everything in it began to expand. Later on, the humans found out that the Earth couldn't hold everything, and out popped a smaller human, a child. The humans warmed up to the child and called him their son. Together, all three of them invented something new. The man made something called pride, the woman made love, and the child made happiness. When they told the planets about it, they didn't believe them. "Impossible has the words I'm and possible." That's what the child replied. He let the planets feel it for a brief moment. Soon, they believed them. The sun asked, "What will you call these unexplainable things as a whole?" In unison, the three humans answered, "Feelings." Soon, with all their effort, they created all feelings possible; love, happiness, pride, sadness, pain, depression, confusion, anger, sympathy, and much more. The man and woman thought their Earth was complete, but the child didn't. "Why make all these if it's only us three?" The man and woman agreed and began pushing the feelings inside the Earth, into its core. Soon, more humans popped up on its surface, but they instantly gasped. "They need air." The woman then began spewing out words of hope and encouragement into their lungs. The humans stopped gasping. That's how we got air; we're being driven by a sense of hope. Billions of humans roamed and walked across the ball. "They need a ruler," the man said. "Who will rule them?" "Not who, but what?" Love became in charge of all. The Originals learned to love each other and they learned to love the others. The rest began to do the same. The population expanded and they went on forever and ever. The Earth never gave up because it was being driven by a source. Love. It was being driven by the Originals' love and it kept them alive. Where did they hide it? Inside the one place you'd find it: the heart. The core for the Earth. It loved its inhabitants, and they loved Earth, too." - 1/2/15


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iNSOMniAC
My partner came up with these theories that used our emotions to create the greatest things that we know. I don't own these - they all belong to him.

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Added on January 18, 2015
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