Lord Shadow

Chapter 1199: Every Act Matters II

It is hard to explain to the creation why some of them live long and some of them live for such a brief time only to be snuffed out

Who snuffed their life out?

Was it Him?

Was it the Destroyer?

Was it the environment that they lived in? Was it Fate and Destiny? It is hard to explain it because sometimes it is all of this.

And sometimes it isnʼt

Sometimes it is the fault of the people around them

Sometimes, it is just life. The body gives out and they die. Or to some lifeforms that donʼt have body, when their energy died out, they disappeared.

And some……some are more complicated. Some death and life are more special than others. And some are more ordinary than anyone could have imagined

There is as many lives in the Omniverse as there is sands in all of the worlds in space.

That is how vast the Omniverse really is. And in that uncountable lives and souls, there is as many ways to die as there is many ways to live.

But what is important is the experience. The experience of living. It is not always good. Some live in suffering. Some lives in happiness.

Some got no second chances. Whatever it is, it is the experience of existing that matter. He sighed and His sigh shakes the stars all over the star system.

The two Sun in the distance dimmed and the heat was not as hot like before.

The planet that is orbiting around it slowly cools down and some of it become frozen worlds.

Like they want to share His sadness but there is no Being that could share His sadness. They could not bear it and they could not imagine it.

Every stars, every suns and planets and every sand, every particles and dust, all of it, to the biggest thing in the Omniverse to the most miniature things in the Omniverse, all of it has His trace on it

He is the progenitor of everything.

He then looks at the world beneath his feet. Right now he is in the form of a human. Only around six feet five, but his shadows towers above all firmaments.

This world is a new world, born by a new Big Bang. The Creation of worlds does not necessarily need a Big Bang.

Some are born by the collisions of black holes.

Some are born by the waves of his hand. Some are born unnaturally like a planet that appears because of a strong emotion that bring about a great magical storm in the void of darkness and created a world of unholy creatures

Some are born in an unnatural way, the colliding of some planets that bring about a great destruction which brings about a new creation.

There is always natural birth of Universes and some unnatural ones.

Sometimes, he would affectionally called His Lord, the Writer. His Lord like always writes in that Garden.

Sometimes when he goes there, he would see the Gardener. Sometimes he wonʼt.

The Creator knows that there are many names for the Garden.

Some gave it the name Eden.

Others called it Hesperides.

It is not exactly accurate but some of the soil in the Garden of Hesperides did come from the Garden of His Lord.

But His Lord did not care what people called His Garden. It had as many names as there are as many lives and language in the vast Omniverse

Today, he had calculated that there would be a meteor shower around here that would destroy this planet.

And so he came to stop it. Not all planet is lucky as this, to be protected by the Creator. Most planet is given a few chances to rise.

But this world is spared because even though it looked empty there is life inside it.

And because there is a Nightingale-like birds in this planet that sings such beautiful songs that if it were to be given magical powers, it would shake the roots of Yggdrasil.

It is the same kind of songs that the Nightingale that once enchanted the Ethernian people had sung.

He was curious of it and he came to this area of the Omniverse to hear the song. When he heard it, he smiles because he then knows that the legacy of the Nightingale lives on.

Her Song is being Sung.

And He felt happy because the Song did not disappear.

This world is allowed to exist, protected by the Creator merely because of all the many birds that lives inside it, of all the new lifeforms that have evolve on it, there is a bird that sang and this song moves him to action.

If one day there is life from this planet here that could think, would they wonder why their world was spared from many disasters from outer space.

Would they think that the survival of their world defies probability?

Would they think that miracles donʼt exist?

They probably would not think that their existence is allowed to continue because one Nightingale birds sang a song.

It would seem absurd to them that a world was spared because a bird sings a song.

But to the Creator, the value of this world is nothing compared to seeing the bird sing and heard its song

Every act matters. It matters. Even the most infinitesimal act that one would think would not be seen, that one thinks doesnʼt matter, it matters

Whether it be kicking a small stone to the side of the road, or fighting against evil and darkness. Each and every act matters.

Because each and every act affects the world, no matter how small, like a thread and a string that interconnected with each other.

In another planet, there is a person that kicks a stone to the side of the road.

Rains falls and that pebble that is on the side of the road went to other places. Twenty years later, there was a person who was playing around on a playground.

A day later, a serial killer was driving his vehicle when the tire hit that pebble, causing it to lose air and get captured.

And all of it because twenty years before, a person kick a stone toward the side of the road. Is it not calculated?

It was. But the mind of mortals couldnʼt comprehend the game of destiny and fate. Because what restricts mortal is the perspective of time and their own mortality.

While some powerful beings measure time according to eons and millennium, mortals, to them is like the mayflies that lives only for day

The way mortals see mayflies is the way some powerful beings in the Universe views mortals.

They could not see the consequences of their action, of how fate and destiny plays a part in each of their decision, good or bad.

Stretched for long enough time, you would see a pattern, a pattern that is bouncing off one another like some kind of particles inside a collider, affecting everything.

Fate and Destiny works in mysterious way simply because no one could live long enough to see the conclusion of the fate.

That stone in the story is a story twenty years in the making. With that one stone, it enables the police to capture a killer, bringing justice to those who were affected.

Probably the person who did that did not know that such a simple act, would one day bring such a change

To the Creator every act matters because it compounded. One action forces reaction and on and on it goes.

But it was not always obvious. The bird did not sing because it knew that a meteor was about to hits its planet.

It sings because it wanted to.

And in doing so saved the world. No fiction, no story would ever be told about how a bird sing a song and save the world because no one could conceive such a story

Sometimes it is the simplest act that could change things the most. Because it started it all.

People sometimes forget that to change the world, they sometimes need to start from the small acts.

And by slowly changing the small things, it would stack. Just like choices. And today because the bird chooses to sing it was spared.

Though who knows? Maybe, the instinct for it to sang come from that One in the Hut.

The bird sing and the Creator came and the world is saved…. because of a bird singing.

A singing bird that would exist in all worlds, even in the bleakest one, there would be a species of bird that can sing beautiful song.

The Creator thought of a cloud and a cloud appears underneath his feet. This clouds itself is colorful like he is standing on top of a fluffy nebulas that was shaped like a cloud

The clouds itself seems to contain life and spread life, like some kind of a feeding station in the sky, nourishing the world with each second it is up there.

Cosmic rays poured down not to destroy but to flip some genetic variants in the creatures that lives in that world

He then sat on the cloud and look down, his eyes looking at that bird perched on top of a tree, singing its song.

He smiles and His smiles seems to contain the warmth of summer, the spring feeling of happiness, the sun dawning breaking from the dark.

If any creatures could see His smile, they would die content and happy for they would feel like they are in the presence of a Divine existence, not in power, not in stature but in the soul

He smiles looking at the bird.

And he could also see that there is a titanic wolf is in the distance from the tree where the bird is perched at

and it was about to eat the bird when thunder roars in the sky and even though this titanic wolf did not possess any intellect, there is his instinct.

It could feel that trying to eat the bird would kill it and so it ran away.

The Creator did not send lightning and thunder to incinerate the wolf even if he could. After all, even the wolf is His children.

There are many other things to eat for that wolf. If He closes one door, He opens another. Especially if He personally close the door.

Things have an order.

This Nightingale here is lucky that today fate and destiny changed for it.

Today, its destiny was to be incinerated by the meteor that would leave this world truly empty. But the Creator had blocked than and its fate changed.

Fate is not easy to change. But for a new world, where fate and destiny is still weak, it still could be changed.

Fate and Destiny is not cruel. It operated under a certain order and it calculated all possibilities. The only possibilities that they would not calculate is the impossible possibilities.

Who knows what came fist? The choices or is it the fate. It is only when the impossible become possible that fate changed.

The bird fate was to die to become food for the wolf

But that also changed.

That is only for today. But the ripples will continue. The Creator sat on his clouds, his back straight and he close his eyes.

And he hears the song that the bird sang. And he was quite at peace.

Time passes and the song ended.

He then was about to stand up when he felt something and he look toward one direction and His eyes seems to pierce through the barriers of realities, piercing through multidimensional barriers until His gaze rested on a human, he had known personally.

His eyes are looking at Azief. And He is looking at him inside that Void of Darkness and then seeing him in that place.

ʼNot Earthʼ His mind quickly gets updated on what had happened. This is only one of His many avatars. His true body is in the Exalted Divine Dimension

Then he got everything and sees everything that Azief had done for the past couple of months from him arriving to the Seresian world to the meeting Katarina and to him going to the lab asking to see the parallel Earths that he once visited without interfering with Time and Space.

The Creator knows with one glance this is Orvanian technology.

His eyes frowned.

ʼAero…. Arial…ʼ he muttered

This is slowly coming to His origin.

ʼOrvanʼ He thought in His mind

He would not believe that this has nothing to do with the Five Seats of Orvan

After Arial had defeated the Darkness, He had sealed that world.

The test was completed.

And even though Arial choice later on was unexpected, He did not mind delaying it. Time after all, is something he have in abundance.

Arial wanted to live as mortals, to seek adventure, to live life. To leave as the world with less regret.

And so, he got his happy ending. Met his elven son and his eleven wife even. But after that, that world was sealed so nobody could use it to trace the origin of Him.

ʼAre they trying to alert me? Hehʼ he chuckles and this causes the area around him to distort greatly and affect Time and Space.

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