Creation Myth

Long ago before the world was new lived nothing in the realm between worlds. There was the realm of Gods and all things of life then there was the realm of Death, and all its creatures. But the two realms grew bored. There was nothing dying because the Gods were everlasting, and there was nothing growing because everyone stopped growing. The creation of life only happened ever so often since nothing ever died. The Gods grew restless "Nothing ever changes!" They cried. "No one ever dies!" Death howled. So, the creatures of Death and the Gods formed an idea. They would make life that wasn't everlasting! Something that died! Something with a lifespan, an end goal! But no matter what they did, no matter how they combine their powers nothing worked. The life bringers and Death courters decided to use all the people in their respective realms to do this one task. In the end, all of their energy was spent but they had done it. They created life! Joyous cheer rang all throughout the realms. "We have done it!" They cried. "We have created harmony between life and death!" Life and Death put their new, bright, small, creations in the realm between theirs. What was once dark, hollow, and empty where everyone feared to tread was now filled with tiny balls of life. "Stars, we shall call them stars." Death whispered. The Gods now had something new to fawn over and Death got many new followers in their kingdom. Finally, all was right in the world. Until it wasn't. There's something wrong with the stars. Usually when a star died, they just exploded and turned to dust. But something was...different about this one. It was hot and unstable like the very magic used to form it was corrupt and angry. Both life and death watched as their creation sputtered, spit, and spattered until it exploded, releasing all its fiery rage. When the heat died down everyone gasped in amazement. This was something entirely new. Their new star was bigger than the previous ones. Instead of the neat white light of the past it was now a wild blaze that seemed to overwhelm all that looked at it. The Gods were whispering amongst themselves. "Is it safe? It's new. Something we did not create." After a bit of discussion, everyone decided to live the new beings be. They watched the newly dubbed Red Giants play and jump around with glee. No longer were their creations stationary for they jumped across the cosmos. Spreading their wildfire wherever they could. Of course, soon this proved to be a problem. "Their fires burn too much for us! Put them out!" Death's creatures hissed. "They burn just fine make them brighter!" Life's creations cried. The Gods and Death's children would soon go to war if something didn't give. The Gods huffed and grumbled but figured out a way to make everyone happy. From the dust of previous stars Star-Catchers were formed. Made of sparkling, glittering star dust were tiny beings that were made to serve and ride the wildfires of the Red Giants. Because these Catchers rode the fires the no longer burned everything they touched. Death was happy they no longer burned, and the Gods got to watch their creations proser and settle into new slots in the skies. But more problems were yet to come. One day a particularly rowdy Red Giant decided it didn't like being tied down and told where to settle. So, he raced across the skies! Sending the Star-Catchers blazing as it went! Zigging this way and that way until it tore a hole in the sky itself exploding and taking the Star-Catchers with it. The Death courters named this new creation, a Black Hole. For the very blank and emptiness it brought and the lives it took with it.