ZENITH'S BIRTH

By: Chad Alexander Worden

Welcome to Zenithia.
I am the one true Zenith. Many have copied my name, but rest assured, there is only one.

I was born in the legendary kingdom of Zenithia many ages ago. During this time, many of my people belived we were living in a golden age and spent their time enjoying life. As much as I would have liked to join them in their dilusions, I knew the end of our great civilization was at hand. And so, I spent my life searching through the dusty libraries and abandoned places of the world for something that might save our land.

I was nearing the end of my time in this world when I found a tablet so old that the language it had been written in was not recorded in anything. I spent three more years trying to decipher the scrapings in that piece of clay. But I was to late, the end had come and we all were to die.

A being of goddly strength had just awoken and was streching his new found power. Beams of bright gold shot up through the ground of Zenithia, ripping it apart and it's people. I was in my study, working on the gray stone with scribbles on it, when three streaks of gold ripped up through the floor and continued upward, tearing my house and possessions into blackend flakes. I ran towards the door clutching the tablet to my chest. As I grabbed the handle another bolt shot up out of the floor, destroying most of the wall and severing my hand. I screamed out in pain as my life blood gushed out all over the ancient writting. But, to my amazement, the clay began to react with my blood and the message on it became clear. I shouted the words from my mouth like a cannon spouting flame, as my house was destroyed by dozens more of the golden beams.

I completed the passage, feelling like the last few words were torn from me, and then I felt power. A power so immense, that I felt that there might not be an end to it. My old, aging body began to change. To stretch and grow so that it could contain all of this power. I felt a burning sensation in the back of my head that grew untill it consumed my whole being with a rage so fierce that I began to feel like I was in a oven.

I turned and faced the being who had destroyed everything I had ever had, everyone I had ever known. I peered at him from behind my new eyes of rage and then screamed. Pure white bolts of fire came from my eyes and mouth, and seemed to be coming from every fiber of my being. The energy struck it with such force that it was blown apart. But the beam continued on through the Earth, creating a hole straight below me. The Earth's core responded by releasing red hot magma through to both ends of the hole, filling it up in a geyser of red hot Earth's blood.

I floated in midair for a few minutes, pondering what to do next. I then decided to fulfill the prophecy on the tablet, which I shall not tell to you but I will tell you who wrote it. I did, many years in the future, and sent it back to the proper place and time so that I would find it before Zenithia was destroyed.

And so I remain, and shall remain, forever...

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