As bright as these insects and plants were, as pretty as they could be, or as discreet and silent as they had to become, all of them were... Devoid of any actual... 'Mind'. Feelings. Emotions. ... Colors. All of them were colorless. Tasteless. They were all made of matter, and all had a breath of energy, of magic, to function, it should have also helped them feel. This lack was quite literally a bugging issue, one that pushed seeking Emotions into seeking another form of Life, into seeking another way of thinking about oneself as an Ego. Emotions forced two 'friends' to help out in this troublesome endeavor, who in their own time had made beasts and animals that held by themselves more colors than what the one seeking Emotions had been able to do, even if not 'perfect' in its eyes. The first to help out would make what would be considered a small vessel, or however 'small' was considered, a shell to hold and conserve what energy a self was given to function in any way it was envisioned to. The second one to help would temper with what energy would have been given out ever so carelessly, mixing in its own to tame it and have it distinguishingly different from any fleeting energy that was dancing wildly with no barebone of a self that would become magic residue. From all this was formed what would be known as a Soul, and alongside it, beings of consciousness, of selves.

From that point, there was not yet any balance to existence, something to make a conscience act, something for them to strive for, to flee from, to live. Thus, while it was not yet meant to know an end, three 'friends' would each tie these Souls, these existences, together, yet individually still. The first of the three would bind them down to a present, to a linear view of a Time, to grant them what it would call the gift of mortality, each being had its own Time and everyone would be tied to an end. The second of the three was less concerned about anything close to 'gifting', and neither was the third in fact, the both of them would... they would make sure for all to have a Fate to them, and all would be decided without favor, to make it so no action would ever go unnoticed, as insignificant as it could be. Whether the lives were to think of what could be considered pure luck as unfair, the threads of Fates and mortality of Life would not be opposed nor questioned by others.

And before the first Soul could die, a balance would be forged within this World, for all life that would reach an end, an Afterlife would be open to greet them. A reality twin to the very world that has been built, one that was the same yet different, overlayed one over the other for Lost Souls, Tainted or Untainted, to wander into, look over their loved ones, or relieve their sadness and anger until they feel ready to start a new life, to be cleansed of their past lives and be reborn anew, a new start that, if not toyed or touched, would be impossible for one to predict, at least for any of a linear vision. A balance to avoid the need to waste what had been made because of the imposed mortality. But even though this was all agreed upon, a Light could not help but pity at the sight of any powerless being who wished to help and save anyone close to their heart... Bringing it to grant some who could find it in their Souls, the possibility to change, alter, or go against Fate, even if by a hair, sometimes that was all one needed to have Hope and succeed.

Not just one however would 'play' with the balances, as for any Light would be a Darkness, and a rather playful one. It would not limit itself to one thing but slither in any and all cavity of any law and balance. To create exceptions, to fabricate uncertainties, to produce waves of catastrophes as much as sickening peace, to give the possibility of desires, for the price of an action heavier than anything given, for even Fate to be tangled and veils to get thinner. Some did not oppose such actions at all, in fact, some were in favor of such things, for outcomes to become even more entertaining, such as Fate. But a balance was still needed even for such an inconsistent force, another would be just as inconsistent while holding law and order as a base, Justice was only meant to hold balance and judge what would disturb any balance whether for a 'good' or a 'bad', it was not meant however to be 'fair'... Never is fairness to be something of meaning.