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"Home Of The Great One"
Space Century: xxx.xx
By J.M.

She does not know how she got here. She is alone. The world around her is nothingness, alien yet insubstantial. All is dim blue light, offering her senses nothing to latch onto. Nothing has meaning. Nothing has existence. Nothing but herself, submerged in the void.

But who is she? There are no memories within her. There are no thoughts to guide her out of this place. There is no why. There is only her. And nothingness.

She feels something, though. Something. Within herself there is a resistance, a Power. And the Power is her all. She is the Power. It is what defines her, here, where nothing has definition. The Power can be her guide, her protection, her truth.

It pulls her along. There is no movement in a singular system, but she is moving... towards something. That is impossible, for there cannot be a something in the void. But her Power pulls her towards it, effortlessly, inevitably.

And it appears. A dot of white light, before her in the nothingness. This is where her Power takes her. The light grows outward as she approaches. It is not a dot but a sphere, just larger than herself. There is no stopping. She is towed into the light by her Power, and is lost.

And now the universe is green. It is no longer a void. There is nothing here save herself, but it is no longer empty. And there is more than Power within her. She has a spark. A spark of recognition. She feels, knows that she exists. She knows her name. Alis. Alis is her name. And--

But that is all. There is the Power, and there is her name, and there is nothing more in the green glow. Despite the gain, something is amiss. Her name struggles, it does not wish to be alone. Her name has no place here, it must leave. It must leave this place.

But the Power will not let it escape. The Power within her drags on, and there is another point of white light. The light grows outward as she approaches. It is far larger than it had been. And as she flies forward she is engulfed by the light.

For an instant she ceases to exist. And then the transfer is over, and the universe is red. And she is more than ever before. She has the Power, and she has the name. But the name has more. Her name is Alis. Alis Landale. Alis Ossale Landale. Her world has doubled in size, and still she moves forward in the void.

For an eternity there is nothing around her. The Power pulls her forward, but there is nothing to meet, nothing to approach. She has only the Power and her name, Alis Ossale Landale. Why is there not more? Where is the next point of light? Where is the next juncture to substance? It is nowhere to be found.

But then it is obvious. The entire universe is the sphere. It must be. Its size encompasses all, therefore it must hold all of her substance. The realization flows through her, and the universe changes from red to white. And her Power pulls her into the surface of the universe, the never-ending bubble of light.

It is.

She is born to Alex Ossale, King of Algo. She must leave him.

She lives with her parents, the Landales, on Palma. Her brother is Nero, the whole world to her.

Her brother must leave her. He is forced to go. He does not go gently.

She must avenge her brother, he who was her world. She must destroy the tyrant who took her world away.

She gains a new world, with those who would see the tyrant destroyed. They are her life.

The tyrant dies by her hand. But the world that was lost to her does not return. Her brother cannot come back.

But there is still Evil. Evil that would take away the worlds of all. She must prevent that from happening.

She and her new world have destroyed the Evil. No, not just her and her world. It was her Power. Her Power has triumphed.

She is Alis. Alis Landale. Alis Ossale Landale, Queen of Algo.

There is no respite. In a thousand worlds in a thousand lifetimes, there will always be those who take away worlds. She must battle them again.

They are repelled. But it is pyhrric. Millions of worlds have been taken, despite her efforts.

She must go on. The Power drives her. She battles more, a lifetime's worth. And then she is gone.

She does not know how she got here. She is alone. The world around her is nothingness, alien yet insubstantial. All is dim blue light, offering her senses nothing to latch onto. Nothing has meaning. Nothing has existence. Nothing but herself, submerged in the void.

No. That is not true. She has meaning. She has existence. She has everything that she was, everything that she is, everything that she ever will be, here within her.

Her life is within the Power.

The Power is within her.

She is within... Elsydeon.

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