Before the worlds of heaven and hell there was an empty place. Not dark, nor cold, an amorphous void. It is inexplicable. It was overflowing with the attributes of this world, yet, it was empty. It is called Ouroboros. It is the beginning of this story, and also the end. This place is not known, humans make many theories and guess as to the purpose of its existence. Some say it's the dynamite to "The Big Bang" others say it's the void before earth. Some even say it is God. After Ouroboros and from Ouroboros the God of Gods was born. The death of the beginning sparked the flame for the end.

It is taught that this God of Gods created everything in the universes. However the story is a little bit different. The God of Gods, took it upon itself and made Gods. The Gods that not only govern the systems of this world, but are directly active in their roles. The first was "The Son of The Unknown, God of Time, Lumin."

Clasp* as the story book closes. "Okay CJ time for bed." He smiled "Daddy! Just one more, pleaseee?" I begged. "No honey, you have school in the morning, remember?" He whispered "C'mon it's your first day, it'll be fun." He smiled. "Okay" I sighed.

Father leaned his forehead against mine, holding it there for what felt like an eternity. Then he kissed my forehead and left. Father had the huge book on his shelf. When I asked what it was he said that it is an amazing story. I can't read yet, so he said that he would read it every day to me. I think about it all as I doze off to sleep.

Beep, Beep, Beep* a sound of an electric machine of some sort woke me. As I open my eyes a bright light is blinding me. It moves over revealing a white ceiling. I try to lean up but notice im strapped down. Looking at myself I realize im naked, and covered in lines and drawings of marker. I began to scream, then I woke up, tears running down my face. "CJ! Are you ok?! What's wrong?" My father said as he rushed into the room. As he saw me sitting in the corner of the bed curled up in a ball, he came closer and stooped down slowly. "CJ?" He whispered "It's ok, talk to me."

As I looked up with my tear drenched face, I tried to say something, but before I could finish one word my heart sank. My eyes closed and my mouth agape, I mutteringly howled in soft agony. He slowly came onto the bed next to me, and hugged me. The warmth and protection I felt in my father's arms made me cry even more. "I- I...mm-" I muttered "Shhhhh, Slowly" He whispered. I took some deep breaths, and turned to him. I trembled with every inhale. He brushed his thumb against my cheek, wiping away some of the tears and pulling away my soggy hair. "I miss mommy." I whispered. As I said it, it seemed to strike a chord in him. He got up and went to my dresser, and slowly came back with a brush. "I miss her too." He smiled, but his smile was one of pain. As he sat on the edge of the bed he tapped his lap, signaling for me to lay on it. I lied on daddy's lap and told him about the nightmare.

"Oh, that must have been scary." He said "But don't be afraid, I won't let anybody hurt you. Dad will protect you ok?" He promised.

"I wish mommy was here." I said. "Me too."

"I miss mommy's butter, chocolate chip cookies, and her pancakes. Mommy would always smell like pretty flowers." I said

"Yes, your mommy really loved flowers." He continued brushing my hair.

"I miss the games we all would play, like hide, and seek." I began to cry as I tensed up

"Yes, those just don't feel the same without her."

"Mommy has gone to pick flowers somewhere else. Right Daddy? In a world, where all the old people live." I cried.

"Yes sweetie" he stopped brushing. I felt a drop of water on my cheek, so I turned toward him. I saw him smiling with closed eyes as tears slid down, dropping unto me. "It'll be ok, Mommy has gone somewhere, and we won't see her again, but we have each other." He assured me. Momentary silence*...

"I love you." I said "I love you too CJ." He smiled, but this time it was one of immense joy. This was the third time we cried together, and everytime we did I would feel much better afterwards. I'm a crybaby, as some may call me, but Daddy is supportive.

It has been 6 months since mommy died.

"You're not going to school tomorrow." He said "It's 5 am and you're not feeling well, so I will inform the teacher."