#origin steve

I smiled, watching young Origin exploring the meadow.

I don't know how long it was since I'd restarted the time loop. The Origin hung around a silk string on my head Origin Steve crafted himself.

It was almost like I was a dad now. He now was my world. Who knows how long it'd be until I'd have to dissappear into the background and let fate take hold. I dreaded what would happen to me when it came.

I mean, I couldn't be seen by the Steves Origin would one day create. The past can't be changed, or else reality could break.

But none of that mattered at that moment. I needed to be there for Origin. I needed to teach him all I knew. All he would need to become that ancient Creator I knew.

Maybe he'll start creating before I leave his side. Maybe some Steves will see the true Creator, once and never again. Maybe the truth will be forgotten.

But the one thing I knew I could not tell Origin was of The First Curse. It has to happen. I can't tell him what will happen. Reality itself could fall apart if I screw up.

No pressure there..

...

That had been years ago. Time flies by, heh. Origin Steve was maturing fast. He was already able to create life. I had yet to tell him the complete truth. Of the Origin. Of me and him.

I was changing too. Spending so much time around such pure power transformed me. I had massive black-tipped white wings. Which meant new clothes.

I started wearing draped cloth that tied around my neck or shoulder with a decorative belt. I obviously kept every trinket and memento from my past. I'd managed to keep them intact throughout everything.

I never showed them to Origin. It was too risky to bring up the past..er..future, yet.

Nevertheless, I liked it here. It was so peaceful. I loved watching Origin practice his powers from the edge of the house.

It was a simple little thing. A treehouse. It reminded me of childhood. Except instead of imaginary magic and creatures, it was filled with real magic. The spiral staircase of crimson and warped wood ran around the thick trunk, splitting off with the branches.

In the first week I'd been here, I'd built a very simple treehouse the player way. With my own tools and resources gathered by hand. It was a great time for Origin to learn as well.

Over the years, we've renovated that same treehouse into a beautiful, whimsical, fantastical home. We'd transformed the leaves into rainbow colors that sparkled in the morning light. The branches grew out, and we added more to our home with each branch so wide we could run around without falling.

A training arena using the thick, twisting wood and sharp points as obstacles, rocks and water added in for variety. An enchanting area, built into a knot. That place always flowed with magic. A farm. A crystal-clear pond surrounded by smaller trees where fireflies floated above in evenings, blending in with the stars.

I taught him everything I knew as a player. He found his own way. When we'd spend hours underground, he'd teleport into random caves with no entrances and find diamonds. After I showed him how to make a Nether portal, he showed me his own dimensional portal.

The new dimension was empty of Steves, of course. But it was beautiful. Giant fish swam through the blue-white sky, passing by floating islands filled with mystical hybrid creatures. They all had one thing in common - the pure blue eyes. They reminded me of Origin himself.

We'd moved the portals into the house too. The Nether had its own dedicated room, filled with brewing materials and a pit of lava covered in glass in the center. The other sat at the top of the tree, surrounded by clouds. We'd decided to name the new dimension the Ascended, since the fish and islands floated.

I loved flying through the blue-hued landscape with Origin. It became a regular activity. I felt so free.

It was the lonely times that made it unbearable. Origin had truly become my world, my everything. Nothing else filled the growing emptiness from banishing myself here. It never felt like banishment when Origin was around. Every day he had something new to tell me about or discover. But it felt like torture when he was off doing his own thing. What I'd give to soften the loneliness.

I knew I had to get used to it.

He was becoming a young man. I'd not be needed one day..

...

It had been so long since then. Today was the first day he'd create a true Steve. When I'd no longer be needed.

He'd learned everything I knew. He made his own path and I knew I couldn't follow him once he's gone too far.

It was an Orange Steve. He played with them, just like I had with him. He showed them the world. Our world. Their world.

They were fascinated by everything, wanted to build, to create. I smiled, knowing Origin did it right.

It had been Origin's 18th birthday that I'd given him the Origin. The nether star-like artifact now hung around his own head.

I had changed so much from my original self. My human self. I had long, rainbow tail feathers. I had stopped wearing my bandanna, showing eyes healed from darkness. They were now glowing green, like Origin's own shimmering blue eyes. I had grown large antlers that grew tiny colorful crystals.

Origin had grown a similar set of antlers. Some crystals were growing on his, one of each color.

I knew it would be someday soon I'd not be needed.

...

It had only been a month, but we already had a small village of Steves bustling about with every color. I never used my real name around them. I called myself Creator, Father of All, whatever.

I had told Origin of the past/future long ago. That I one day would no longer be by his side and he'd make some major decisions. He'd have to lead these Steves to glory without me.

Our tree had grown massive, the bark turned a deep rainbow of colors and the leaves pastel rainbow. We hadn't made the changes, it had changed itself. The world was changing. It was flowing with magic.

And now he was ready.

I could leave his side now. Origin had become a leader. I can only hope that I taught him well. That the battle against TFC will not bring about mass destruction of all.

It was inevitable. It all was. I would leave one day. He would create The First Curse. TFC would gain sentience and bring about misery.

But where would I go? To my world? Would I forget everything and do this all over again, until the end of my own existence? Was I cursed to forever loop in a neverending call to duty? Or perhaps I would vanish in a literal way. This form would just stop existing to make way for fate. For the future. For the past me coming in generations later from now.

I fear not what will end, but what will follow.

...

It had been only a couple weeks, and Origin's crystals had fully grown. He knew what they did, and gave them to the Steves. He created the Judge in my likeness. The Steves had quickly expanded into little villages.

I had been exploring the roots of the Rainbow Tree Of Life (that's what the Steves called it, anyways) when I had a thought. Perhaps nothing would come to take me away. I had to do it myself.

So I made a secret room deep underground.

I had grown to 5 blocks by then, so it was considerably smaller than I needed at first. I had gained claws as well, so I had stopped wearing shoes altogether.

I had to expand the little room twice to make enough room to use my magic. I had realized I could probably make portals just like Origin.

I had never bothered to try, so I needed to practice. Deep within the roots, I practiced again and again to create. I had only created one being: Origin Steve. And that was with the help of the Origin.

I had to create a portal to a new dimension I'd never been to without the Origin. And without Origin Steve either. I imitated the moves of the Orange Steves, the free flowing movements awakening the Creator within.

I practiced every day. Letting the symphony of the march of time flow through me. I remembered the good times. The bad times. All that led to my eventual disappearance from the timeline.

I couldn't stay here. Not any longer. It was once my destiny to save this land. And now it is my duty to leave it.

I don't know how long I spent there until it happened. A glistening portal. The frame shimmered in a reversed rainbow, the middle black as Void Steve. An orange center glowed in the deep abyss.

I knew once I stepped through I'd never be back. I would destroy it with my exit from this world.

I returned to the house, which suddenly felt distant. Like a forgotten memory. I wandered the now long, intricately detailed halls and rooms, reminiscing on all my memories. I went into the one room I knew I built myself, with wood and stone.

A memorial to the past.

I had made paper cranes representing everyone from my past. Origin, Rainbow, Light, Dark, Time...they were all there. Except for The First Curse. He doesn't deserve to be remembered at all.

I hung the necklace from Orange Steve/Rainbow around a poorly made wooden carving of him.

I made another for Dark out of gilded blackstone. On his I placed the gold ring he gave me in his final moments.

I made a crude clock mask, placing it on a vaguely Steve-shaped quartz figure for Time.

Directly beside Time's was a full sculpture I tried to make out of leaves, dirt, netherrack, and rocks. It didn't look great, but it was my dedication to Elemental. A fake slice of pie was placed before him.

I made a pair of fake wings for the Blue Steve that became Soul Steve with my molted feathers that I dyed blue. I placed a halo atop their statue's head, made from quartz scraps.

I made so many over the years. One for every person besides the Demons and TFC. I used my own mini crystals to decorate Orange Steve's carving and many others. M, Light, Green, Yellow, the leaders, all of them.

I made Origin's last. It was that same day I'd made that portal.

I had returned with an intricate, pale blue woven silk cloak. Reminiscent of my old green hoodie, which I'd grown out of long ago. It almost sparkled in the light.

I would spend my last days by Origin's side, making sure he knows I love him. This was only a temporary goodbye, after all.

I wrote him a letter, to put in the memorial. He'd find it soon after I'd leave. I would leave a key by his bed. Him being the curious guy he is, would look for it.

I tried not to cry as I stood in the massive room, knowing I'd never see anything again. I didn't know what would happen and all I wanted was for everyone to be happy. To live a good life.

But I knew it would go wrong. The future was dark for them but it would heal. My own future was lonely in the fog of the unknown.

I will cause good and bad times. And I end and begin conflict. And I've brought the love and hate. I am the center of the universe.

And now this center needed to leave. They would fall in the dusk but rise in the dawn. Perhaps I'll be around to see it all again.

How I wish I could change it. Make them all happy. None of them deserve death. Even Void once was a hero. He brought pain, but so have I.

None of us are completely good or bad. We are all but shades of gray. Some shine brighter than others. Some darken. Others brighten over time, often brighter than those once lighter than them.

And now that I have brought the light, it is time to turn the light off and go to sleep. Perhaps we shall meet again in my dreams.

Goodbye Origin. I love you.

I stepped through the portal after slipping the key into Origin's room. Hopefully he'll understand. He knew the truth after all.

My body burned as I stepped through. My bandanna the last thing left behind as the portal collapsed with me in blue and green flames.