Prologue

The last three words a child wants to hear are “I love you”. Anytime, anywhere, something could happen to destroy the rest of that child’s future, but if those three words are embedded in their mind, they are free from the bonds of sorrow. I cannot say that this is what I heard before my father gave me the world, before I was left to rule, before I had full responsibility over millions of lives. 

The last words my father spoke were “My time is up. It is now your chance to prove yourself, to show that everything you’ve learned will now come to use. It is your time to be the Goddess you are.”

I was shocked, devastated. Those last few moments were a blur as my father suddenly vanished. A thick blue liquid, bluer than the sky, swirled in his place then began to drift with the transient wind.  The first few minutes were quiet. It took a few more to realize that I was alone. No one was there to share my confusion, or give me comfort.

I was a child of millions, but the eldest of four, who were chosen to live with our father. One had decided to live on Earth, while the other two went on to rule their own worlds. Karma, the closest to my age, had developed a world of fantasy, while Trenton, our youngest brother, created a world of pure indescribable beauty. I, being left with my father’s world, was left to rule the humans, those of no interest. They were plain, tedious and imprudent. My father loved them as his children, as I had no interest. I wanted to create my own world, but being the eldest at an age too old to remember, it was my duty to take his place.