Chapter 1: The Story of the Beginning: Chapter 1
One day everythin changed...
Date: Jan 1, 10000
Time: 12:01 A.M.
On the first month of the first minute in the year 10000 an incident of an unpresidented fracture of all realities happened both destroying and creating world and dimensions, an event that would later be called many names, The Blender, The Great Collision, and so on.
As if to cry out in pain or joy, the universe let out an omnipresent sound that rang throughout all life across the expanse of the multiverse, both signally the start of a new era and the collapse of all barriers between life, gods, and advanced civilizations. All manner of life began to pop up one after the other searching the multiverse for their own agendas either for adventure, conquest, etc.
Date: Jan 2, 10020
Time: 12:02 A.M.
Twenty years after the event, two second after twelve, on January 2nd, one day after the twentyieth anniversary of the Great Collision or Unshackling, an unknown dimension showed itself to the world as if declaring itself as king. The name given to this world was Limbo.
Limbo is basically an ever shifting dimension from which all the realities and even the multiverse came from, a dangerous area where if you relax even for a bit you will find yourself in a whole new reality with different laws and mechanics to balance the world in an unbalanced space between time and dimensions, an evershifting realm not found in one single place or time within the multiverse.
Date: April 7, 10021
Time: 8:31 A.M.
In a noir setting within a backally way, lay a still moving pair of bodies a man and a woman, scattered around a multitude of places on their bodies are deep cuts and wounds that go straight through the bone only leaving little chunks of flesh and muscle to still keep it "attached" so to speak.
The woman groans showing that she is alive. The only discerning feature of the woman were her platinum blonde hair that goes down to her waist and her calm pink eyes seem to glow and shine through the black and white of noir, proclaiming their color and willpower despite her grievous injuries that would likely kill a person on the spot. What she delicately held in her hands was a bundle of cloth that warmingly surrounded a baby that was sleeping soundly while being held in the hands of a soon to be corpse.
Though despite being aware that death was creeping up slowly she still held the baby warmingly as if sheilding it with her own body. She did not fear death because she knew that it was too late for her but it was not too late for the baby, and as if conforming to her will a crack in space appeared leading to who knows where. She lovingly lowered the child with hesitation as if it was more frightening to let go of the child than the loss of her own life but as tears fell from her eyes she continued to lower the child until it, along with the fracture in space disappeared.
She let out a howl of pain not from her physical injuries, but mental, and of the heart. She continued to cry out and scream "I hate you" to either the universe or death for having forced her to let go of her own child and everything dear to her. There in that moment was the fall of a great warrior whose strength was immense but not enough for the struggles nor challenges that she had to face to live.
Date: April 7, 10021
Time:8:35 A.M.
In a dystopian like world with gray building sprinkled with graffiti art, in an allyway not unlike where we had just been, a crack in space slowly forms struggling to appear as if the very world it self rejected it. As the crack slowly widened the baby whose mother had just died a few moments ago falls down in the dumpster softening the babies landing where it later sleeping.
Coincidentally, a woman walks to the dumpster with a black garbage bag, she had pale blonde hair and orange eyes that stood out against the paleness of her skin and the grey of the world that they were in. She wore a black hoodie with a black metal facemask with what seemed to be a filter on both sides of the mask to allow for better ventilation and across her chest was a multitude of weapons including a stun gun, a pistol and a rectangular bag strapped to the front of her chest. She has black tights along with black shorts that allow for better mobility. She is petite in stature and gives of an unassuming vibe to her very person.
She pauses in both shock and surprise to why there is a baby in the dumpster so she reaches out to grab the child when one of her fingers is grasped by the tiny and chubby hands of the child as it giggles. She blushes and warmingly holds the child as it plays with her finger and something within her says to keep the child and adopt it, so she follows through adopting the child and naming it, Jazz Eydie the son of Q Eydie.
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