《The Creators Path》


 Prologue - The Traveler

    A young man walks forward wearing a set of ragged clothes. A poorly sewn black cloak draped over his back. A few basic metal rings around his each of his fingers, besides his thumbs. Any craftsmen would laugh at the incompetent person who made them. The young man''s complexion wouldn¡¯t be considered handsome but also isn¡¯t ugly. The mans countenance is indifferent, cold, or could even be called callous. No emotions present on his face he moves forward. The man walks neither slow nor fast. Casually making his way down the street. The man''s gaze is looking straight ahead but his eyes betray him. His eyes are blankly looking forward.


    He attracts the eyes of most people as he passes. The onlookers whisper to each other attempting to decipher who he is. The citizens are just your average commoners. They stare at the man who looks like a thief. The mothers have their kids go inside. The fathers stand by their wives. He continues on like nothing else exists. The sun is setting and the majority of people make their way into their houses. The man continues on throughout the streets. Wandering with seemingly no destination. He eventually lands himself in front of a large building full of all kinds of people.


    The building is a combination of many different lives. The biggest thing in common is nearly everyone has a drink in their hand for their own reasons. Some groups are having a get together to celebrate. Others have sad expressions mourning for whatever their reasons may be. Different conversations flood through the room. A bard sits in the corner playing music and singing. The atmosphere is full of emotion both positive and negative. The sign hanging up by the door reads ¡°The Unknown Sword Bar.¡± The door is pushed open and the man goes in.


    Different groups of people surround tables having their own conversations. The man walks to the counter and sits onto an old wooden stool. The counter has a few other customers leaning over their own drinks keeping to themselves. The bartender is a middle aged man wearing a clean suit which is for lower nobles. He pours alcohol for customers and waitresses come back and forth keeping themselves busy. The waitresses are all young girls serving customers. All of them around 20 years old with above average looks. The bartender finishes preparing a drink before attending to the patrons at the Bar.


    The bartender gives a slight frown at the sight of the new man walking in. The frown quickly goes away. The Bar has cheap drinks and expensive drinks however the young man doesn¡¯t seem like he can spend much money. The bartender with professionalism addresses the young man who just sat down. ¡°What can I get for you? We have a good selection of different drinks.¡±


    The young man opens his mouth while still expressionless. ¡°Give me the strongest drink you have. Money isn¡¯t an issue. Oh and a lot of it please.¡± The mans voice is monotone as if he isn¡¯t really alive. The bartender seems skeptical but it isn¡¯t truly his problem if the customer can¡¯t afford it. He steps back and grabs a few different bottles and begins mixing them together. The glass bottles are tinted impure glass. Glass in general is extremely expensive. The cup the alcohol is poured into is smooth wooden cup. The cup absorbs some of the liquid. The stench of strong alcohol fills the air near it.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    The bartender puts the cup in front of the young man saying. ¡°2 silver coins and 3 copper coins. It is a extremely strong drink.¡± The currency is extremely basic with a basic denomination of 10. 10 copper is 1 silver, 10 silver is 1 gold, and so on. The young man puts his hand to his side. A seemingly empty pouch rests by his waist. Slightly opening it he pulls out a gold coin then slides it next to the cup.


    The same monotone voice comes out. ¡°Give me as much as this will get me.¡± He then grabs the cup and lifts it up. The man swings the cup up drinking it like water. The person sitting next to him stares at him like a monster while the bartenders mouth opens up slightly but remaining professional. The young man then frowns before getting up and starts walking away. A disappointed voice comes from him. ¡°Never mind. Keep the change.¡± The young man strolls into the moonlit streets his expression going back to indifference.


    The moon lights up the streets to a low dim. The city is almost completely dark besides the few houses who can afford to use magelights. Magelights are a small crystal which mages can put mana into making them into light sources. Quite a few mages will make these for extra money. The man resumes his wandering with no set destination in mind. Only handfuls of people are left out on the streets. Most of them are just criminals looking for their newest victem. Their leader gets the idea that if he is able to give the bartender a gold coin like that he should have more. The group of people find a ambush spot in an alley while the young man simply wanders.


    The group of people pull out different weapons leading from simple daggers to one even having a short Sword. The leader makes himself known by walking a few steps in front of the rest. The man still expressionless and indifferent. He rolls his eyes at the group while the leader gives a sinister smile. The leader is a burly man with a unkempt beard and hair. The leader says in simple terms. ¡°Leave your money here and you can keep your life.¡± The young man''s expression gets a little darker and he snaps his fingers.


    The entire group besides the leader collapses onto the ground. The lackeys all have a little bit of drool coming out of their mouths with their body''s unmoving. The leader falls to his knees while unable to move. The leader of the groups face is full of fear. Completely understanding his mistake he is extremely regretful. The young man without saying anything leaves with a frown. He walks away and eventually makes his way out of the city. Without even a shadow to accompany him he walks along a common trading path hoping to end up at a new city.


    The man wanders throughout the days without a change in pace. Never slowing his pace nor speeding up. Consistently walking not taking any note of the world around him. Undisturbed throughout his journey he ends up at another city. The city with a similar atmosphere. The people with similar thoughts of him. The same process in the Bar. The man isn''t able to find what he wants. The man continues his travels. Roaming throughout the days. After a few different cities failed him he makes his way to the capital city of the kingdom he is in. All he wants is a drink to drown himself in. Perhaps to feel the burning sensation of alcohol. Just wanting to have some feeling again.

 Chapter 1 - Birth of Life

    Nothingness. That is all that exists. My being doesn¡¯t even exist. A few thoughts is all I am. I don¡¯t really understand what anything is. Just those few thoughts bring me satisfaction. Being capable of thinking of a few things brings me joy. So I try to think more. Time doesn¡¯t exist, the universe is stagnant with no energy or mass. The thoughts that are the only thing become more numerous. As more thoughts combine my ¡°being¡± gains sentience.


    My thoughts are incomplete and simple. The thoughts such are not deep or profound. Simplicity like ¡®Exist.¡¯ Just the prospect of that makes me ecstatic. It becomes more advanced becoming over 1 single word. ¡®I exist.¡¯ My consciousness slowly advances. It advances and eventually time come to be with just the thought ¡®This thought and this thought aren¡¯t at the same time.¡¯ So time starts.


    Millions on top of millions years pass. I got from the thought of ¡®Exist.¡¯ too much more complex thoughts. Greed starts to exist. The notion of ¡®I want more thoughts. I want more.¡¯ Which repeats for years alone. When I could not get more, sadness is created. ¡®I can¡¯t get more. I wanted more.¡¯ That thought also repeats for years. A whole variety of emotions and thoughts move through billions on top of billions of years.


    The years go past for trillions of years as my consciousness begins to have a new craving. ¡®I want something else to exist.¡¯ With that thought a powerful energy warps through all I know. I don¡¯t understand the energy but I accept the ¡°feeling¡± of it existing. ¡®I like that feeling. Can I feel different things?¡¯ The energy begins to morph and a large explosion. Matter begins to exist in the universe.


    And thus more and more years pass as I create different aspects of life. The basics of any existence. Things nobody would ever consider as impressive bring me immense joy. New thoughts and wants flood my existence. As I create more, I keep wanting to make even more things exist. Just a thought and things will be made. Without any reference it was extremely difficult to make anything new. ¡®I want to be corporeal.¡¯ I don¡¯t know what to make myself. It takes an extremely long time, and no progress was really made. The dilemma doesn¡¯t ever go away. The creation of my universe is put on hold.


    Eventually memories flood into my being. ¡®Humans¡­ Earth¡­ Gods¡­¡¯ Large amounts of information flood into me and I base my universe off of that one. A few memories come unto me that I can¡¯t understand. My being is a young man living alone and working. The man enjoys reading and playing different games. Apparently it was considered normal but most of it didn¡¯t make any sense. The memories are scattered and don¡¯t flow. One day I was in ¡°School¡± The next day I was ¡°home.¡± I truly couldn¡¯t comprehend it.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    The creation of my universe is very similar to Earth. I base everything off of it but one thing. For some reason the existence of a different energy is in my universe. The energy is similar to what a book I read in my memories called ¡°Magic or Mana.¡± I decided to work around that idea. The creation of the basic world with mass and energy took around 10 trillion years to complete it. A new thought compels me. ¡®I am lonely. I want to show another being this.¡¯ I created what people from earth created was a god. The god was nameless just like me. The concept of a name didn¡¯t exist to us. The god and I both had human bodies. No distinct genders or features. Just a blank page of a body.


    The god I created was imparted with some thoughts of the other universe as well. The god created life onto the planet. Animals and plants were put on the planet. The god managed the life and I watch him do so. The god was very good at keeping everything in check. I begin to have more philosophical thoughts trying to figure out my existence. I don¡¯t believe I am a god as I created a god. I don¡¯t know what I am and that thought begins to bring me more sadness. Even when I am around the god I feel lonely as I don¡¯t understand my existence.


    The years past of advances in life forms. One day I got more memories and got the concept of good and bad. I tried to tell the god about it but this is one time he didn¡¯t understand something. I impart the ideas of good and bad onto humans. I hope they would understand like I did. I gave them things such as ¡®Sadness is bad. Happiness is good.¡¯ The ideas became more advanced as years passed by. Morality began to exist however not every human liked the idea. Some would do bad for fun, some for benefit or greed. I began an endless cycle of attempting to help humans advance and have more happiness.


    Failure after failure after failure. No matter how much I tried I couldn¡¯t bring the humans as much happiness as I want. It didn¡¯t even matter what I did. The humans always had evil in them. I couldn¡¯t bring myself to force them to change. The thought is I wouldn¡¯t want that. The humans even went so far as to create kingdoms which were supposed to bring them together. The reality was the people in power suppressed the people without. I eventually tried an idea which was something from the other universe. Humans will unite if a greater evil is against them. So throughout history I turned into plenty of disgusting, evil, repulsive beings to force the humans to cooperate and create peace.


    The blood of so many humans are on me I can¡¯t even count the amount of lives I took. The results were even more apparent which hurt me more. Humans did unite and stop their own evil to a certain degree. The result wasn¡¯t perfect, but it was the best so far. So I continued doing it and killing more and more. Civilization kept advancing, and I kept fighting them more. Plenty of beings are known throughout human history without any knowledge of the truth. Demonic kings and death gods were created. They all obtained infamy and hatred of humanity. The result started waning though.


    One day after slaughtering thousands and thousands of humans and I was taken down as usual a new thought hit me. ¡®I am actually a worse evil than anything humanity has done¡­¡¯ The realization of what I was doing hit me destroying my conscious of what was right and wrong. With my conscious collapsed and my morality gone. I decided I shouldn¡¯t exist anymore. Cutting off the ability to think, feel, or retain any consciousness. I left everything to the handful of gods I have created. My existence disappeared into nothing just as it was before.