Long before the Marble of Life came to existence and Humanity was a foreign concept lived Divinities in the sky and beyond. Phantom beings mixing with stars and elements alike without a goal, merging and ripping apart to try to create something, anything. All believed in all, and when one of them was ignored, they disappeared forever, replaced by a brand new idea.
Many years passed like this, until the youngest Divinity had an idea. She was bored of scurrying the depleted universe and play with old abandoned marbles she used to smash together and giggling at the sound and trajectories. She tried to collect a lot of them to put them together and see if they could be revived, but to no avail. She saught advices to the oldest who created them, but gained only cautious words and amused grunts. Hurt by their dismissal, she scouted them to help her. And soon all of them decided to unit with her, to see if they could bring back the happy look in her eyes that they mercilessly killed with their scorn.
Little by little, what became known as a planet started to develop into a proper miniature world. Each one of the oldest breathed in the sphere some of its own essence, watching in wonder as volcanoes erupted in molten earth solidified by sizzling ice cliffs as nature grew in the newly formed water. Life started to appear, sometimes squashed by one of them, sometimes thriving because of one of them.
As the little Divinity giggled and squealed of joy, she decided to become tinier and tinier, until she could fit in the Marble. She then discovered in detail what had looked so fun from above : the smoothest cliff standing proud, the erupting volcanoes and bubbling lava, the sometimes dry sometimes wet grass in bushes, and the warmth of the Sun's smile above her. The taste was heavy on her new created tongue as smells invaded her nose, and she started to run in this world, dancing and squealing and tumbling down until she splashed in cool water, screaming of both surprise and delight. How proud she looked of this world !
Soon, the four oldest divinities started to do the same. They only wanted to help her, and seeing her new form, started to adapt to the same. The Spark chose a buffer and taller appearance, looking like a fuming mountain with wings big enough to obscure the sky and creating sparks of electricity and heavy rain, The Sun chose a leaner appearance with wings of light to soar in the sky above the Spark's wings, bringing back warmth and life once the Spark tired of straining. The Life chose a rounder appearance with long, long vines as her hair that she braided while singing next to the biggest ponds, thinking about her lover and trying to make him join her. As for the Force itself, they chose an even buffer appearance, looking like on these ancient specimens known as ankylosaurus, his back made of mountains where lived and scuttered even smaller forms of life.
Each of them started to claim land as theirs, creating microclimates, new sceneries and soils, changing the color of the sky, learning how to create life when asking her when she was around, little by little they commissioned each other to have the best of every world while remaining dominant in their environment, and all of them gifted their territory to the little Divinity, now known as the Prodigy for she brought peace between the oldest and created what they had failed to do so before : viability.
Alas, this harmony broke in the worst possible way. Soon creatures they had built to look like them started to change as they merged and gained independence. Some turned their back on them, some were convinced to do the same, some became hostile, some became incapable to live without them around. These new creatures developed their own intelligence and words, feelings and cruelty. Were the Divinities now unwelcomed on their own creation ? The Spark felt so and decided to return to the universe, except it collapsed. The Spark disappeared, as the Sun witnessed, powerless for once in its existence, and his cries could be heard across the universe they could never come back to ever again.
Their essence was too fused to this world, too fused to their creations, too fused with the soil and air and everything making their territory viable, and they had commissioned each other so much that when one of them wanted to live, all of them felt pulled apart. The Spark, who had refused to join them, disappeared out of existence alone. The Prodigy weeped and cried as his people started to mourn and rebel. The Sun was held responsible, for he couldn't save his lover and their father.
However, the Drago'n's clan was tied to the Marble too, and soon started to roam it, seeking vengeance and peace of mind. They had never mourned and weaponised their raw feelings, soon followed by humans who were victims of the newly created unfairness and class systems. Some Divinities tried to shelter them, others to enslave them, for their own good. Because now, Divinities, born and created alike, became dependent on human's Faith in them and had to gather it to stay alive and provide miracles to keep them interested like adults jiggling keys above a toddler's head.
As harmony broke apart and the God of Winter seized the land of the banned as his fortress, the others gathered in a mock alliance to fight him and destroy, piece by piece, the Faith humans had put in him. It would take a whole war and many, many years, known as the Heir's Heist.
Extract of Life and Death of Peace, by Suzak, first Sun.
