The concept of my ficion. 7 species, 160 sub - creatures

She spread her wings to stretch them. Black was her color, darkness was her forte. But truly, light and pitch black only had meaning in ones mind. There was no real difference either way. She just considered all of the aspects. A little lonely, a little powerful. Surrounded by beings that loved her. But there were only two that had a real will. Angels had consciousness but they had been created to follow. They did not have what her father had given to her and her brother. They did not have the spirit.

She spread her wings again. A creator can bring to life every and any thing. A creator can change his appearance at will. She had seen it and meddled with it from time to time. But there was still the curiosity. The wonder. What if she created someone who resembled her? In thinking, maybe even appearance? Who would have the ability to decide for themselves? To have their own ambitions? Tiny creators.

She could not give them the whole of the spirit. But she could share a little. After all, she could divide her soul into endless pieces and they needed only one. Tiny piece of dust. She closed her eyes and got up from the rock she was sitting on. It continued spinning in the vast universe. Her feet touched the ground and light was left behind her every step.

There was much to learn. Many questions to be asked. Her father knew the answers. At least most of them. She knew them too but he had more experience. He had done it all, he had created and destroyed. Raised his children and given wings to his messengers. He would wait for her. He would listen. He would watch her create and be proud of the new addition to the universe. He would endure her exploration even if it would bring pain for some time.

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90 % mind and 10 % soul - still following the rules like the angels, covered in blue feathers. A single light beam in their mind, a tiny soul that keeps them barely separate from the soldiers. The technical folk. The ones who invent and occupy the universe for the longest period of time after the ancients and their messengers. Azure is the planet they reside on.

90% soul and 10% mind - a dead land, passionate and red, covered in dust. Only the spirit herself can possess such power. When you give it to the creatures, they step on a short road of self-destruction. A dead planet of Athos, lonely, in the hottest corner of the universe. Serving a reminder that there has to be a balance.

70% soul and 30% mind- through thorns and flames stronger they stand. They are dreamers, killers, artists, and thieves. Close to humanity but so much further away. They live in disoriented balance. Everything is accepted. Being a liar is just another trade. You choose who to be, you own what is yours. There is no anarchy but there are no rulers either. The giants of Sorth and their many colonies.

80% mind and 20% soul - frozen in time and stuck in their minds. Their ice-cold skin glows but they have already lost their wings. Seeking enlightenment and somebody to follow. Rebelling against one single leader but being lost without him/her. Perhaps the most miserable species that survived. Ones that see that they were made to be controlled by their minds but desperately wishing to break out and dream. Merto, the land of the imprisoned souls.

65% mind and 35% soul - the sons and daughters of Aru. The settlers that enlighten. The mediators that see. Perhaps the best combination. Their faces resemble animals, their skins dark, like the feathers on their creator's wings. Close to Azurians but oh so far at the same time. Focused on technology and perfecting civilizations, spreading the message the creator sent. Their roots on Earth are found through Ra and his pyramid-shaped spaceships.

60% soul and 40% mind - The ancient human. Atlantians. Not from a sunken Continent but from a hidden planet. In their long robes and endless quest to self-betterment they study in libraries all their lives, trying to grasp the power of their maker. Enjoying their lives but never stopping. There is only one thought, to be productive.

50% on both sides - finally, the youngest in the bunch. You would think an equal split would be perfection, an obvious choice. After all, it is balanced that way. But even those creatures of Earth do not seem to be able to grasp existence as she did. They do feel like home more than the others do. They felt much more familiar. Closer to their emotions. But torn to both sides. Unable to embrace the darkness and light together, as a whole.

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She admitted that she had made mistakes. But all of her mistakes had at least a little bit of free will in them now. She was not one to take that away from them, from her people. So she did what a thoughtful mother would do. She took her soul and split her spirit into seven parts. You would think it was to punish herself and suffer. But truly, she just wanted to help her children.

She sacrificed herself because she was the one who got her people into the never-ending search for answers in the first place. They were not suitable for the stronghold of her father. They were not ready. Like newborns, they would grow and achieve, over and over again they would live their lives, die and be reborn. To learn and to ascend. One day...

With memories in subconsciousness. With hopes in their minds and dreams reminding of the past lives. One day there would come the time to return home, to go back to Eden and be at peace once more. The spirit was not alone anymore but the price had been paid accordingly. Billions and trillions of souls, longing for something, in one, very wide universe.

Searching and dreaming, moving confused or content. Always in a battle between their minds and souls. Struggling to embrace the balance untold. She, waiting for millenniums. To go back home. Trying to help but forgetting her roots. Father is up there. He knows the challenge is hers to endure. Brother, the youngest, trying to help in his unique way. Remind her of home. Here and there. Show her the light so she can lead her people.

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I have been off for a while now. Taking a break. Having some time with my family. I will be writing about our adventures. But first I wrote this. A piece that goes with my Mars series. The creation, I guess. Where the species in my fictional universe come from. This has long been in my mind. The concept of all of the created universe. It is taken loosely from our beliefs because every thought comes from somewhere, right?

I would like the story to be something that you can entwine in our own lives. Something resembling a conspiracy theory. Because those are the best. The ones that make you wonder if there is something more beneath the surface. Magic. Science. One and the same. Or not. Powerful creatures. Aliens... As I said, a wonder. For me it is the best story type as I am a huge fan of secret societies. The world of Harry Potter in particular.

I wish you a great day, today, tomorrow and forever!

Best wishes,
Linda