I can't remember how long I spent there, seated on the cliffs over looking the shore and the sea in this world created for my sake but not for me, I sat and pondered, I decided and undecided, I may have held a cynical worldview before discovering that there was more to the world through the actions of that God but I still wanted...no I still want to live, I want to see what this new world has to offer, what secrets there are, what magic looks, tastes, feels like, I want to walk through the dreams of the world and feel its passions, I WANT TO LIVE.

And for that I thought, and considered, some abilities were too strong and sure to invite the mischief of this God or others, but their Nerfed versions were too weak to apply in all the scenarios of danger I was sure to experience in a world such as this, I considered them; Intelligence? Would tell me how to use Strength I don't have, Dimensional Manipulation? He won't allow one strong enough to matter as it would allow me escape back to my Earth, Immortality? It is tempting but would not protect me for pain, sadness, torture, manipulation, control, madness, Adaptation skill wont help a knife in your stomach, Teleportation seems nice but is ultimately only for escape, what if I am in a situation where escape is not an option? Infinity Effect? Powerful, but an infinite amount of feathers wont save you from an inferno in other words it would require you to have enough knowledge to pick the right item to use and the interference from God would continuously place me in situations so dangerous I am more likely to die from my own actions to save myself

And so I sat, then stood after a time, then I raised my head and looked at the stars before I called out and he was there

"You have decided?" he asked to which I nodded but hurriedly said; "I have a few questions first" he nodded and I continued "Are you Omnipotent?" He Shook his head, I did not ask why feeling it would touch on the Pride of Powerful beings when they are unable to do something, but his not being Omnipotent meant he would not be able to grant me Omnipotence, I asked again "Are you Omniscient?" He smiled as if he had read my mind and shook his head, this was good, it meant he could be deceived and hidden from, I suppressed the grin that was trying to form and asked "Can I have Author Authority?" he shook his head and replied "I am the author", his meaning was understood that he was the only one who could hold that authority there cannot be two authors to a story no matter what others may think only one can wear a crown, I proceeded to ask "How about Absolute Existence?" to which he said "There are no absolutes" leaving me with only one choice, I took a deep breath and told him my decision

"I want the Power of Creation", he laughed as if he had expected it all along but then I continued, "But I don't want the Knowledge on how to use it, I want it to be in such a form that having it won't cause you to interfere with my existence on the world"

After I finished I stayed silent to see his response, he stayed silent as if he hadn't expected my addendums before he finally responded saying "I will give you the Power of Creation, you will learn its rules yourself, it has the potential to make you truly powerful, but know that any Power comes with a cost, when you understand how to use this power well the price will be gone but I will warn against its liberal use before you do."

"As an extra due to the nature of your power, I will give you the gift of tongues, you shall have the knowledge of any language you wish to speak, it will not let you read, but you shall be capable of speaking any language you are aware of."

As he spoke I felt a sleepiness taking over me, I couldn't resist it and by the time he was done I could hold on no longer, and so it was that I was taken by the darkness, the next time I woke up the horrible stench of Piss and Shit overwhelmed my nostrils.....................................................

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The Dawn Wall

"Mistress, Mistress" a shrill call echoed through the marble halls, every surface in this room was covered in white marble but gave off an eerie and overwhelming feeling of despair, from the Outside this Peak was a magnificent place where mortal dared not tread but resembled the Palace of the Gods where benevolence was abundant, however everyone one who had been inside would tell you that this place rather the hell where souls were damned for sins so heinous they made gods cringe, and the Master of this Place of Vileness was a Woman, The Mistress of the Seas, one of the Eight Guardian who held The Realms of Man from the Seas or Imprisoned as some would say, her Palace Stood at the Dawn Wall, the shore between the Realms of North and the Seas, none could pass through the wall without her permission, though non wanted to as the sea held naught but suffering and death.

"Mistress" the cry continued, getting shriller with every call, with a room lay a woman looking to be about forty years of age, kindness and warmness in her demeanor, but her eyes, her eyes held the chill that spoke of hatred, of disdain, of Insanity held back by a thin illusion of Control

"What is it Grov?" the woman said, raising her head calmly in time to see what appeared to be a human skeleton, but was warped and contorted in a strange manner, its ribs open and pointed outwards, the bones of its leg wrapped tightly around its neck, leaving it to walk on its hands

This Grov, saw the calm in its mistress face and knew fear, but felt that the news it had was so important it could possibly cause her to free it from this life of damnation, swallowing its fear it spoke without any vocal chords

"The Moon Sang"

At first, Shock suffused her face before she smiled, but with the smile was no kindness, no joy, but wickedness and a Sadism that chilled the bones, her entire person seemed to radiate a desire to cause suffering as she said "Really?"

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All across the Dawn wall, and every where within this world similar conversations were being had as a small number of people noticed this sign and had enough knowledge to understand what it meant, and thus began the violent stirrings of events that would shake the very foundations of this reality. But Of Course, non of this concerned the People of the small village of Vjoirshold, who as far as they were concerned had saved themselves of the disaster of an undead being born there. And Of Course non of this bothered the young man who was found unconscious in a Shit-Pit.