End of Days

Prologue
The story began long before the mortal races of the current universe came to be, in a vast and alien expanse of endless time/space - pure white yet manifesting a pathway made of golden light as three entities walked side by side along it.

To one side was Creation, regal and beautiful - holding the right hand of a young boy dressed in the style of an Ancient Greek god - holding the boy's left hand was the dark presence of Oblivion, whose very footsteps caused the golden light beneath to shatter as if walking on glass.

"..you see, little one, for every grain of sand in a desert there exists a representive in the realm of the abstract - you are but the latest grain of sand to come into our midst.. long ago blown away from your home by the winds of space and time.." Creation speaks.

"..we are both Creation and Destruction.. all that is.. and all that is not.. we are the architects of the worlds to be.. the destroyers of worlds that can not be.. we are the ones who tend to the Alpha and the Omega.. the beginning and the end.. in short: we are what we are.." Oblivion continues.

The boy looks to the two entities as he asks them ".. if we are one of many, then tell me - what is my purpose?".

The figures come to an abrupt stop at the end of the pathway, which breaks into a swirling vortex - Creation and Oblivion release the boy's hands as they turn to face him from either side.

"..you are to be the first all-father, Kronos.. you shall begin work on the servants of the abstracts.. those that will become known as deities to the world of men.." Creation notes.

"..these deities will be chosen from the elder-races that shall soon inhabit this universe - you alone will have this authority.. we know you will choose them well.. for it is your design.. your essence.. however Kronos, there is a rule you must remember.." Oblivion continues.

The boy tilts his head a little and looks towards the two beings, seeming to think over their words much like a child would do as they come of age - the world still new and mysterious to his mind.

"..in time the elder-races will perish and be replaced by younger ones.. you must not directly interfere with the progress of these younger races.. nor must you allow the deities you have chosen to gain unfair power over them.. these deities must only act when asked to do so by the younger races.. much like a guide.. they are not to become the masters of men.. that task belongs solely to my brother and I.." Creation explains.

"..in short, Kronos - do not overreach yourself.. for if you do the entire abstract world will track you down.." Oblivion states.

"..I.. I won't.. I promise.. I'll be good.." the boy stammers, a little frightened - however he calms down when Creation, sensing his fear, places a hand on his shoulder.

"..go forth, Kronos - you shall be known by many names across many worlds.. you will take many forms.. you will bring such wonders to the universe.. I know you will make us proud.." Creation smiles.

The boy nods and runs off the pathway, waving as he looks back with an innocent child's smile - his eyes sparkling with excitement: "..goodbye! I'll make you proud! I promise! I'll be good!".

Creation and Oblivion watch in silence as the boy disappears into the vortex, then turn away as they exchange words:

"..is it cruel, brother? to deny one so young the truth of what will happen to his kind?" Creation asks.

"..no, sister - cruelty would be letting him grow with such a burden on his mind.. ignorance is bliss after all.. he will understand.." Oblivion notes, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"..I hope for our sake you are correct, brother.." Creation states, the two beings then begin walking up the pathway again - fading into the white void after a few steps..