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Just a couple of notes:
1) I am not the creator of the Pink Doodle Universe. This origin is just
one of many that might be possible within the sands of time. You should
probably read Jennifer GH's, `Just a simple doodle' before reading the
following story but it is not required in order to follow the story
below.
2) This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead
is not intentional. Ditto for the situations. You, the reader, should
be of legal age of consent (usually about 18 years old) for the location
from where you are connecting. I am not responsible for those who choose
to ignore the above and read the story below. This story may not be
reproduced or posted on another site without the express permission of
the author.
Thank you to the wonderful creator of the universe in which I now play
and to the readers who make the effort worthwhile.
Origin in Pink
by Pink Hair Girl
It was a time with a history mostly forgotten, an ancient time in which
awesome but sometimes terrifying powers still ruled from the heavens.
Power was just a ritual and an alliance away. It was a time of daring
heroes and the most villainous of villains. This time would be mostly
lost to the march of history for great power often lead to great abuse.
It had happened before and it was destined to happen again. Great armies
were raised and they fought hard against one another. Light and dark
clashed with great powers and the Earth trembled.
Within the center of each were the mages and they held power that was
once considered unimaginable. Each side had grown too strong for their
gods to hold them in check. Empires grew and fell due to their power and
for hundreds of years they continued to build the armies that now clashed
on a grand field of battle: The World.
Yet the power of either side was not absolute for human will had a way of
shaping destiny like no other force. From the legions that had been
gathered a few dozen had slipped away, shun the darkness of battle, and
sought to forge a new place of their own. Somewhere that would not be
subjugated by unchecked power. They forged a small nation of their own
and thought themselves far removed from the battle that raged across the
planet. For a time they prospered and felt safe within their haven but
then one day the battle did find them once more.
Both sides were greatly enraged when they discovered the renegades and
each set out to teach them all a lesson. The new nation was great but it
paled in might to that of the two empires. The capital that housed the
mages and the circle in which they performed their magicks were
destroyed. The rest of the city was laid flat and, on the fifth day, the
executions started. For the first time in years the two great powers
worked together to demonstrate that they were not to be defied.
One by one those mages that had been caught and imprisoned were brought
out to the makeshift gallows and killed. Few had managed to slip away
and most had fled the area with haste. Some stayed and tried to seed
rebellion.....and failed. They too were either killed on their mission
to stop the empires or executed later in the square. It took months to
kill all of those who had not fled. For those that had, they knew that
it was just a matter of time before they were found once again and that
all hope for peace would be forever lost.
With knowledge that was stolen from the empires they forged a mighty and
risky plan to end the fighting once and for all. To this end they
gathered upon an ancient field, surrounded by ancient circles, and on an
isle that had been long forgotten to the sands of time. It was here that
they started the rituals that were older than the two great powers that
clashed. At the center was buried the great cup that was said to have
originally granted all gods their power so that they may lead the humans
on an enlightened path. Their hope was to create a new race of gods that
would once and for all end the terrible battles and allow humans to
travel their own path. For too long the age of magicks had ruled and if
they were to survive then the age of mankind must be ushered in.
Night after night, ritual after ritual, they cast their prayers and laid
the foundation for what was to come. Of course the creation of such
great magicks did not go unnoticed by the powers of the great nations.
Realising the threat to each side the two powers once again came to an
alliance of their own. From this wicked alliance was assembled a small
team of 50, a mix of their mightiest fighters and strongest mages. They
had set out and traveled quickly upon the land and then upon the water.
Once on the isle they sensed that the conclusion was near, too near for
them to stop it. They would try or, at the very least, to exact a heavy
price from the renegades.
It was a clear night when the last ritual started. Those that had been
labeled and condemned as renegades gathered within the great stone circle
and started their magick. Chanting filled the night air and all around
them grew a mist that raised up from the ground and encircled the mages
and even the circle itself. Hour after hour they chanted and the power
grew. It became an almost physical presence among those who performed
the ritual. Still they chanted on and gathered more power.
When the moon rode at it's highest peak the magick flowed together to the
center circle and formed a column to the heavens. The mages continued on
and the magick reacted. Great tendrils flowed out of the column and rode
the lines of the Earth. Everywhere the magick went, it gathered more and
more power. It meant robbing other places, times, and peoples of the
magick that they had wielded whether it had been for good or ill.
Still the chanting continued until the magick reached around the globe
and gathered more and more of itself. The magick was a great presence,
an entity in and of itself. As more power was leeched from the land, it
grew and it became aware. The magick was now a great serpent, coiled
about the planet. The chanting grew and the great beast responded with a
mighty roar. In that roar the two empires that had warred for so long
disappeared from the face of the Earth. The places that once housed
their greatest powers were reduced to rubble and desert. Nothing would
grow there for thousands of years and no magick would ever adhere itself
to those places until the desert receded and the places of power built
anew.
Back at the circle their entered two figures, a man and a woman. They
approached the column of power with no fear even though they knew that
the magick would demand from them a sacrifice. The man drew forth a
great bejewled dagger and slowly drew the blade across his palm. Blood
immediately spilled forth from the wound. Once bloodied the woman
dropped her robes and offered herself to the man. He then used the blade
across the top of her breasts and created a small wound that bled little
and would heal clean. To this wound he pressed his palm, his blood
spilling over, around, and through the woman's wound. Where their blood
mingled the magick settled in and then started to heal the flesh. When
the blood flow ceased the man also disrobed and together they stepped
into the center of the magick.
Once in the center the woman grabbed the man and brought him into her
embrace. Outside the chanting seemed to grow louder until it threatened
to engulf the entire universe. They both knew that without the act that
they had to perform and that which had to be sacrificed that the magick
would do just that and drive everything out of existence. She kissed him
hard and her tongue sought out his. She was so eager to have him in her,
so eager that he kisses turned violent and her teeth drew blood from his
lip. The blood sparkled and flowed. Quickly she went to hit and lapped
at it with her tongue, enjoying the sweet and salty taste as it danced
within her mouth.
He was enjoying her dark embrace and she could feel that enjoyment
growing between them as his phallus became hard. He started to trail his
kisses downwards, in a slow and sensual motion. Taking time to lick at
her neck and then again at the area where the wound once existed. From
there he could sense much power growing beneath her skin. His kisses
traveled downwards and as he sucked in her nipple he wagged his tongue
across it and then grazed it with his teeth. Gently he bit down,
bringing a joyous pleasure to her entire body. Yet he was taking too
long, they must finish before the magick finished taking form.
She pushed him down and away from her. Then she dropped to her knees and
crawled to his body. With one deft motion he flipped her onto the
ground. Taking no time to appreciate the beautiful sight before him he
leapt forward and pinned her body beneath his. Quickly he thrust forward
and felt the magick flowing through him and into her. Their actions were
a frenzy and they both felt the power grow, surge, and become one with
them.
Outside of the stone circle the special forces of the now fallen empires
approached. While they felt the magicks flowing towards the circle and
beyond, their own power remained intact. Swiftly they closed across the
plain and gave a great cry as they rushed towards the renegades. The
mages within the circle were nonplussed and their chanting did not cease
and, if anything, it grew louder. Power surged from the column on thin
wisps, whipping across the plains. As it touched each warrior they
disappeared in a flash of light. All of their power, minds, bodies, and
even their souls sucked into the column. The mages of the group were not
as lucky and as the wisps hit them in their chests, blood spilled forth
and ran along the ground. The blood surged forward, towards the circle
and locked itself upon the stones. No cries were heard as the roar of
the great serpent that was the magick of the world howled once again.
One mage of the attacking party had been missed and now she ran towards
the circle with all of her might. She knew, at that moment, that she was
the last. Not just the last of her party but also the last of her
empire, the last of her kind. Rage burned within her as she drove
herself foward, towards the circle. The magick did try to strike her
down but she dodged quickly, with a grace rarely seen in the world. At
times she drew up her own shields and each time she did, her magick grew
weaker as it was absorbed into the serpent writhing above the world.
Finally she was upon the circle and the renegades. She drew her dagger
and cut down two of the chanting mages nearest to her. Even so the
chanting did not falter and the magick beast grew and grew. She could
sense the intelligence looking down upon her and now realising what a
threat she was to it's existence.
Now close to the origin of not just the great beast but of the power that
had annihilated all that she held dear, she saw inside the column to
bodies. One was atop the other, thrusting into it with the intensity
that signaled an approaching release. With a great cry she threw herself
forward, her impact upon the column timed perfectly with the orgasm of
the couple and of the great serpent's birth into the world.
A shock wave rolled across the land if not the universe itself. With a
mighty roar the serpent took it's final form and.......
died.
The spasm of the beast's death shook the great stones that formed the
ancient circle, knocking some askew, a testament to it's awesome power.
As for the renegade mages who sought nothing but to forge a lasting peace
in just a small corner of the world, some died from the blast but most
lived but none of them would ever be the same again. As the survivors
came to they noticed that two figures stood in the center of the circle,
in the place where the great column of magick had collected and attempted
to mother the serpent. The two figures were an awesome sight. They
glowed with the colours of the skies of the far, ice encased north. The
aura never settled on one colour but was a collection of many, flickering
lights. In unison the two figures reached to the sky and drew lightning
down upon the earth.
"You mortals played with the powers of the gods and that power grew
beyond the control of mortals and gods alike."
Their voices were rather unearthly. Although it may be correct to say
their voice was unearthly. Two women they were and they stood with legs
slightly apart, shoulders set back, and sky clad. The two women spoke in
unison and with two voices that combined and seemed to come from
everywhere. One spoke with the sweetness that comes with the promise of
the spring and the other with a rasping voice that was heard but yet
unheard. Combined their voice spoke with the whispers of the horrors of
the dark and the righteousness of heavenly justice.
"Yet a few of you did seek out to forge a new covenant with the forces of
the universe and bottle the magicks that have brought forth both great
promise and great injustice upon this world."
The eldritch aura did begin to pull into the figures and fade. The dust
in the air settled and for the first time they could be seen clearly.
One was beautiful in her perfection and the other beautiful in spite of
her flaws, the most noticeable being a scar that ran jagged and red
across a blind white eye.
"Although you were unsuccessful in your endeavor, it did not go unnoticed
by the gods. While we shall not grant you the end that you sought, we
shall bind the magick upon the world in a manner so that it shall not be
so readily collected and abused. For the first time in centuries mankind
shall hold it's destiny firmly and with little outside interference.
While the gods shall not be cut from this world, they have decided that
it is better to step back and not directly influence the daily lives of
the inhabitants of this planet."
Their eyes glowed under the moonlight and the air crackled with energy as
they continued to speak.
"The magick that once flowed so freely upon this world shall now lie
dormant, accessible only to the few throughout the centuries. As mankind
grows so shall the wielders. Also upon this earth have we have magicked
certain items that can be held by all so that even a fair but powerless
leader will be able to protect his people. All of these items shall lack
will save for one."
At this they each drew forth a single feather with a gleaming tip. One
flared bright red while the other flared white. In a single synchronized
movement they turned towards one another and brought the feathers
together. The magicks warred with one another as each vied to overtake
the other. In the end they flowed together and the two strange feathers
did become one. It glowed not of red nor of white but something in
between.
"This instrument holds not just a will but also a perfect balance of good
and evil intent. In this it is perhaps the most powerful object within
this world."
They each let go of the feather and turned to fully face the survivors
once more. The feather hung in the air on it's own, it's aura putting a
strange light upon the gathered.
"To demonstrate we need a willing sacrifice to step forward. Who among
the men will offer themselves?"
One man dropped his cloak and robes and step forward and kneeled before
the women.
"We thank you and bid you stand."
The man stood and bravely awaited his end, knowing that in his sacrifice
his friends and people shall have the freedom to finally make their own
way in the world.
The two women gestured at once and so quickly that the motion could
barely be perceived. The feather did leap forth and crossed the small
distance. It's gleaming tip struck the man's skin and then sunk into it.
As it pierced him he found that he could not move nor could he think upon
what was happening to him. After a brief moment the not red and not
white magick aura streamed forth and collected upon his entire body.
Once the man was encased by the glow strange script began appearing all
over his body. It was of a language that had existed when the world was
new and left shortly after the first humans appeared. As the script
finished writing itself upon his flesh a great picture formed upon his
back. The picture was of a fair looking and strong woman who walked
among the trees and animals of the world. It was flawless and glowed
brightly on his skin.
The feather then pulled back and gently floated towards the outstretched
hand of the near perfect woman. It did not exactly rest upon her palm
but instead floated just above it. Once again the women spoke.
"You have been marked by the magick that is held within this instrument.
Now all you need do is reach back and touch the picture it has placed
upon your back."
The man seemed to be in a daze but did as he was told. He reached back
with one arm and laid the back of his hand at the small of his back.
"Speak the incantation of change and the magick shall be revealed."
The man turned sacrifice to the gods did not hesitate, his motions were
like running water gliding over the pebbles in the stream. Once he had
touched the small of his back he loudly spoke the word of change. The
change came upon him quickly and silently. In one moment he was there
and the next he was not. Just as their minds registered that he was not
there, suddenly he was there again but not as he once was. In his place
stood a beautiful woman with long flowing raven coloured hair.
"Turn now sister so that all who are assembled will finish witnessing one
of the first acts of the New Age."
The new woman did stand and turned to face the assembly. She faced them
all with her head held high and took the time to look at each one her
front of her. She did not speak and the silence hung heavy on all of
those who were there. After some measure of time she stepped away from
the Goddesses and took her place among her people. None around her
remarked on the change, fearful that they may draw the wrath of the Power
that now walked on the surface of The World.
Once more the Goddesses spoke and their words carried across all of
existence.
"Folly and futility have been a great part of your existence and so that
shall remain forever more. Your dreams and your love aspire you to reach
to new heights. For now on all of those who are born into this world
will hold the great promise of fulfilling their potential and the folly
that will lead them to damnation should they stray too far from the path
of life. Your old world is now mostly in ruin. How will you rebuild
it?"
Their final question laid heavy upon The World and The People. Unlike
the unexpected birth, the departure of the Goddesses was silent and
unnoticed. One moment they were there and the next they were not. A
wind blew through the survivors, who were now unsure of what now lay
before them. In what felt to be an eternity of time, but was much less,
the new woman among them spoke.
"I was created in the dying embers of what once was," she spoke loud and
strong, "and now will help us forge a new world in the days ahead."
She then brought up her hand, revealing the quill that glowed not quite
red and not quite white.
"With the power left entrusted to me."
The End?
Angelica
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