The Perfect
Life. Some say life is nothing more than a recycled energy, doomed to continuously roam existence. Some say that our life, our energy, has existed before, and will exist again in some way or another. They call this recycling of life... Reincarnation.
It's unknown how long this reincarnation has occurred, but what IS known is that once, long ago, there did exist a race that, in many ways, were just like humans. They looked human, acted like humans, and lived like humans. However; they were certainly NOT human. They were, as they called themselves... "Perfect".
Our story begins with one such Perfect named Dakome, and at the start of our story, he is but a teenager, a boy for all intensive purposes, who, like most boys, has a dream. You see, the Perfect, Dakome had long ago realized, were a bit over-confident. You'd be too if you had the abilities a Perfect had. The Perfect could, after all, control existence -- manipulate forces like time, space, creation, destruction, fate, anarchy. However; the Perfect had a fatal flaw...
They thought they were gods.
The Perfect, at the start of our story, lived in a place they called North. The North was one of four realms (perhaps you can guess the names of the other three realms). These four realms were vast and unbelievable. They were separated only by the whiteness of empty space, the void where nothing had been created.
Most of the Perfect seemed to prefer North, and travel to the other three realms had long ago ceased. North was a nice place, of white skies, sunshine, and tall cities made of elaborate minerals and metals. It was... Roomy. A sort of home.
However; lately, many of the younger Perfect, such as Dakome, had started to dream of a new place. They longed to see the East or the West. They longed to travel and experience what their fathers and grandfathers had experienced. This had, of course, created some bit of an upset among the way of the Perfect.
But young Perfect like Dakome stood their ground. And, in time, the older Perfect too grew tired of the North, and once more longed for the green hills of the East, and the rivers and mountains of the West. They longed to once more to see the lands they had abandoned... But not the South.
No, for the South, you see, was a dark place, one which the Perfect chose not to visit. Though none of the currently alive Perfect remembered it, legend had it that it was an infinite beach of black sand and plasma waves. Rumor had it that the very stench of death itself existed in this place, the South. It was said that long ago, the Perfect had found a set of scrolls there, older than the Perfect themselves, left behind from some fragment of another reality.
It was said that they took these scrolls, and created a creature -- a phoenix -- to guard them. The Perfect knew that these scrolls were powerful -- too powerful for them. And so, the Phoenix was created to guard these scrolls, which were dubbed the "Arami Scrolls". And so, South was given the name Erebus, and forevermore abandoned by the Perfect.
And so, the Perfect settled on the East as their new home... And all was well... But in time, the Perfect grew bored with their lives once more. It was then that they decided to try to play the part of gods. They tried to create life. They tried to create other living beings, in their own image...
But they failed.
The beings they created were not Perfect. Sure, they looked like the Perfect, but they were not Perfect at all. They could not manipulate existence like their "fathers". They were harsh reminders to the Perfect that they were, in fact, not gods... Though, through the gift of the Perfect, they did receive one power...
Destruction.
But... It cost the Perfect their own ability to destroy.
For the most part, the Imperfect were left alone, and they migrated to the West. The Perfect continued to enjoy life in the East. Dakome and the youth who had once been the new generation grew older day by day. Years went by, and it was thought that life had once more returned to it's old, boring self...
Until the Imperfect launched a war against the Perfect.
There was a great deal of deliberation after the first Imperfect attack. Should the Perfect retaliate? Most of the Perfect thought they'd easily be able to destroy the Imperfect, but it had been long since the Perfect had been at war -- if they had ever. While most of the Perfect agreed with war, some did not.
Some such as, for example, Neirron and Leira, two Perfect who had long been opposed to the Imperfect. They hadn't joined in giving up their ability to destroy, and were for all intensive purposes, rebels. Now, faced with the Perfect's decision to go to war against the Imperfect, they would have no part in it... And so, they destroyed their former bodies, and made new ones for themselves, escaping the war.
Dakome was not so lucky. He was soon off to war, sent to fight in the harsh mountain regions of the West. There, he engaged in warfare against the Imperfect... For days, he fought, watching his brothers die... And then, one day, as he was on his way back to camp from a nearby river where he'd been gathering water, he fell to the ground... And blacked out, suffering of hypothermia.
When he awoke, he was in a wooden cabin, warm thanks to a fire. He awoke in a nice, warm bed, and much to his surprise, soon saw a beautiful girl standing near him, offering him a glass of water. He found himself stunned.. Then, he remembered where he was.
But he accepted the help of the Imperfect family. He learned from them that most of the Imperfect were opposed to the war. The Imperfect's government was a harsh, ruling dictator state, and it's military were the slaves of the government. He also learned that his entire platoon had been wiped out, and that the Imperfect were searching for him.
Eventually, they almost found him. A week had passed, and he'd grown to know the family he was staying with more -- especially the teenage daughter of the family, Elena, the beautiful girl he'd met hovering over his bed with the glass of water. He found himself slowly falling for her... That's when the Imperfect soldiers came harshly knocking at the door of the Imperfect family.
As Elena's father answered the door to the soldiers, Elena silently led Dakome through a tunnel hidden in a closet in the house, which led them safely outside, away from the soldiers. Together, they made it to a safe distance away... Where they proceeded to watch as Elena's house got burned down. If there were any survivors, they had been taken by the Imperfect as prisoners.
Devastated, and with her family gone, Elena went with Dakome, and together, they escaped the West, and left, back to the East, to report the state of things there. Dakome was honorably discharged, and as the war went on, he and Elena were able to live (not without the judgement of many of Dakome's former friends and family) together happily in a house in the East, eventually getting married...
A few years passed, and it was clear that the war would quickly lead to both sides being wiped out. It was then decided by the Perfect that, if they were going to be destroyed, they'd leave behind them a legacy. In the last days of the war, they decided to give up their powers... All of their powers but one -- Creation -- so that their mistakes might never again be repeated.
Out of their abilities, they shaped new forms to embody those very abilities. To the very force of time, they gave their lives. To the force of anarchy, they gave their lives. They created embodiments, living beings who WERE the forces of existence. The force of time was now alive. The force of fate was now alive. This was the legacy of the Perfect.
These many embodiments, after their creation, left to travel to the North, where they would watch the end of the war play out. Among these embodiments were Neirron and Lierra -- the two rebel Perfect, preferring to disguise themselves as embodiments rather than live out the rest of their days alone. They were not created in the same way as the Imperfect, in the idea that the Perfect were "gods". They were created with love, and the sacrifice of life from the Perfect.
In the hours before the final battle between the Perfect and Imperfect, Dakome and Elena gave birth to a son, perhaps the only born son that was from a Perfect and Imperfect parent. This son was neither Perfect, nor Imperfect... He was... Complete. He had with him the ability both to create... And to destroy.
Fearing that their newborn would be wiped out in the war, Dakome decided that he would place his son in the one place nobody would touch him...
South.
Leaving his baby on the black sands, and truly hoping for his life that the embodiments would rescue him, Dakome returned to East moments before the Imperfect arrived. He spent his last few moments with her. In the last battle, the Imperfect and Perfect destroyed themselves, as well as both East and South.
The only one that was left... Was the son of Dakome and Elena, who was rescued by the embodiments, and in time, as the controller of both Creation and Destruction, who became the leader of the embodiments. Their son... The Complete. Chief of the embodiments.
