“Long time ago, in a world known as the Regionn, stars were lively beings. They were made quintessential, beautiful, lived in peace. They played, laughed, sang, and created arts happily. Until one of them were made distinctively different among the others, it did not shine, yet it would not age. Other stars looked at it peculiarly, and kept on associating it as it was a bad omen to the universe. It kept living while others dying, yet it never had company to share its moments with. No happiness, just continous journey of lonely life. As it discarded by the others, the Dark one sulked into agony.
“Why I was created different from the others?”
“I never asked being born, but why I can not also perish from this world?”
“What is the purpose on living like this?”
It screamed.
It loathed to itself, the universe, and the other beings, it wished so hard it never being born, hoped the universe would just end. Wrath grown deep inside, filled its soul, until it had enough power to put a curse to one of its kind.
The Dark one immobilized one star, it became a living gas sphere, but without being able to do anything more until it dies. It just existed and burn everything nearby. The cursed star then known as “the Sol”.
One of the shining star, raged, and locked the dark one into very depth of slumber, hoped it would contemplate and gain wisdom. The Dark one soon being known as Hath, an evil role model among the stars. The stars once again lived a peaceful life, in thought Hath the immortal blemish, would never create disturbance ever again.
From the depths of void, Hath saddened more than before, desperately cried. It then learned to realize, it might be its destiny to live differently, since only Hath, in this whole universe, has one ultimate ability; immortality. Hath kept on charging its soul, until one point in the timeline, it began to curse the stars one by one, they became solar systems. Except one certain star, it was called Guardianth. It was the star put Hath into long despair, long enough for Hath to accumulate its might to crumble Guardianth into tiny fragments, broken apart and locked among its own friends, the solar systems, soon would be inhabited by the lower beings.
Hath felt relieved. It forgot what it feels like to be lonely, since it was never accepted love from other beings. Hath would not satisfied, until it could annihilate the existence of the Region. “
hi, long time no see! i’ve been inactive almost a year. i’m glad that i have motivation to work on this project again, even only a very little bit. now assuming you’ve read until this part, thanks for coming and reading. it’s big deal for me, honestly.
this story idea was from years ago. i tried to translate (from Indonesian) and rewrite this as beautiful as i can, but turned out i’m still incapable to do this kind of stuff... poetic and ancient sounding (i want to write it in archaic but better i forget that than to embarrass myself lolol). i’ll need help to reword and styling haha. not to mention the idea is still too stereotypical. XD
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