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"You're... uncle?" Runaan lifts an eyebrow.

"It's complicated." I pull my hair back.

"I'm listening." He says.

I let out a breath. I kneel down and I pick up a handful of dirt. I crush it in my hands. I blow it out. It swirls around us and the area around us changes. Blackness like a void. Stars and planets form around us. I turn to Runaan. His eyes are wide, and he looks confused. Two beings appear before us. Giant ones.

"There were two beings at first. The first out of the void. Before the stars, worlds, and us." I say.

"Your... father?" He asks.

I nod.

"And his brother." I say.

"What are you?" He looks at me.

I look down.

"I... don't know." I say.

"Was that offensive?" He asks.

"No, no." I say.

He smiles at me. I turn my head.

"Anyway, to know one surprise one of the brothers turned. He said that all the power was being wasted. Said something about remaking the whole of creation in his image. Then there was a battle." I say.

The image changes. Everything was crumbling. The ground shakes. 

"As they fought, they almost destroyed the galaxy around us." I say.

"A... galaxy?" He asks.

"A mix of planets and stars." I correct.

How I forget their simple minds. No idea of everything around us.

"So... he was banished. My father imprisoned him in a mix of earth and fire." I say.

The image changes to earth.

"Your world is just my uncle's prison." I say.


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