The Legend of Ramos: Prologue

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Volrath was my brother. He had great power, but so did I. We were plains-walkers, beings that travel through different universes of planes in search of energy and meaning. We travel alone and when we meet we battle. We have the power to create universes, worlds, and life. We can create almost anything, but just as easily destroy it. We are few in numbers, we started out as millions but are constant fighting lowered our population in a matter of a few millennia. No plains-walker has ever died of age. Some plains-walkers, like myself, were satisfied with one small universe. Others, like Volrath, were power hungry. They wanted every universe to be their own. Volrath came upon my universe, not seeing a well-developed universe that would become even better though life, but as something that would make him one more universe to a plane. I had to protect it. "Well brother," said Volrath "It seems that you have had this universe for too long, allow me to take it off your hands." I formed a white ball of energy in my hand. "NEVER!" I hurled it at him, he moved out of the way. "Fool! Now you will have to die a most painful death!" he shielded himself with a shield of energy. He then threw a black ball of energy at me; I blocked it with a shield of my own. This battle went on for decades then to centuries, our leftover energy scattered into my universe, creating stars. Chunks fell off of these stars creating worlds. I was unaware of this until our fighting brought us to a star surrounded by rocks, about twelve. Volrath batted a few out of his way until I threw another ball of energy at him. He was caught by surprise; I took advantage of this and destroyed him, with most of my power. I looked down on the small rocks I looks at one and used some of my energy, making it covered in fire. It soon became green and blue. I took a small section of the plane my universe was in and focused it to my little world. I decided it would be used to make life, then to be lost. After it was lost I planned for it to be rediscovered again by the life I would make. They would fill it with technology... data. A digital plane to go with my world. After that I watched my world grow. Soon it was great, filled with life forms able to create life forms. Able to use data, information. I decided my work was done, and put my spirit on my world. I decided to become a member of the civilization I created. I then did what no plains-walker had ever done. I died of age. Soon I would become a human. I, Ramos, creator of Earth...