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She beamed, chuckling warmly and giving him a little nuzzle.

"I am so glad, dear child! Are you feeling rested and refreshed? Would you perhaps like to try practicing some more?"

The Goddess let her grandson rest, humming softly and cupping her other hand over the palm he rested in, providing him a sense of comfort and warmth. She didn't rush to wake him, letting him rest for as long as he needed. (source-of-creation)

He curled up. He had never felt such comfort before. He rested for awhile and when he felt he had rested enough he got up.

"That felt good."

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"You're welcome to give it a try if you'd like, dear. You may even have your first dream. Personally, I find quite a lot of inspiration for my creations in dreams." The Goddess suggested. She certainly wouldn't force him to though, simply resting as he was would be sufficient as long as he rested long enough.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"Oh, I see. Ah... have you ever tried? I mean, you certainly don't have to if you don't want to." She replied, brow raised in curiosity.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"Of course, but rest is important as it allows the body to recover and build strength, making your next attempt when you wake that much easier. Don't worry, you can keep practicing after a short rest. You can rest and I will watch over you, my dear child." Ellowyn soothed.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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Ellowyn notices him begin to slump, feeling the shift in his power.

"My child, are you alright? Do you need to rest, my dear?" She asked, giving him a comforting smile. "Don't over exert yourself, this power is new and it will take practice. For now, why don't we take a break, let you get some rest, hm?"

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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The flower remained in one piece, solidifying into reality and slowly blooming in his hand, causing the Goddess' smile to grow. She was so proud of him, he was such a fast learner, and his creation glowed with a dark and eerie beauty, one that matched him perfectly.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"Crafting an entire world takes a little bit more experience and power, however, I do think that it is possible for you to do, given the time. I will happily teach you and help you, should you so desire." Ellowyn explained. She had created blank worlds for her sons, and it had been quite strenuous to do, but she had no doubts that either of her sons or her grandson could do it. It would take a lot of time and concentration, but Black Mist especially seemed determined enough, she believed he could.

The Goddess grinned as the small flower formed on his hand. "Excellent! You're doing wonderfully! See it's shape in your mind, and then will it into being. Feel its form take shape in your hand. As you feel it, recognize that it isn't just in your mind anymore, it's real."

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"You are. As my grandson, and a possessor of the power to Create, you are a god in your own right. Someday soon, I shall craft you a world of your very own. My dear Black Mist." She replied, smiling warmly at him. "I am so incredibly proud of you, my child. I can sense a great potential in you. The world you shall create will be spectacular!"

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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The Goddess watched her grandson, feeling him moving and manipulating the power he held. Her heart swelled with pride and joy, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he mastered the power of creation. Sure, he would likely end up destroying a lot of what he created, and that was alright, he was free to do as he pleased with what he made... she was simply proud to see him come into his own as a deity.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"Take slow, even breaths. Feel the energy in you, flowing through your body. This power is yours. It is as beautiful and unique as you, and it will allow you to create a paradise all your own. You're doing very well, my child! You're doing fantastic!" She murmured to him, sensing the movement of power in him.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"Do not let yourself get discouraged, my dear. It will take time and practice, but much like anything, it will eventually become easy, like muscle memory. One thing that you can do is to practice simply focusing and moving the power within you. Get used to the feeling of it moving around and sending it to the hand you are wanting." Ellowyn offered, smiling warmly at him.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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She watched as he gave it a try, and felt a thrill of joy as he managed to form something of his own.

"Oh, Black Mist, you did so well! I'm so proud of you, my dear! The flower lost its form, but the fact that you manifested one on your first try is phenomenal! It will take practice, but you should be proud as that was very impressive!" Ellowyn beamed, giving him a very gentle nuzzle. "I'm so very proud of you, Black Mist."

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"First, place your hand on mine, just below you is alright." She instructed, cradling him in one palm while the other she held out before her.

"Now, I am going to create something, and I want to to feel the movement of power within me. It is going to be quite similar in you." Ellowyn explained. After a moment, a sensation like flowing water pulsed through the Goddess, gentle but definitely powerful. In her open hand, a small light appeared, changing and shifting before taking the form of a flower, one unlike any seen before. Its petals were a rich purple than unfurled one by one, and when it had bloomed, it looked almost like a fluffy cat tail. When the flower had fully manifested, the flowing water sensation stopped, returning to the normal pulse of life within the Goddess.

"The power to create already exists within you, and to harness it, you must first focus it all to the center of your being. From there, you let it flow outward, to your hand, and you will it to take the shape you desire. Does that make sense, my child?"

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"Precisely! Wonderful, beautiful, completely unique YOU! And I want to help nurture that in you." Ellowyn agreed, holding him close. She was far too big to hug him, but she hoped the sentiment came across.

"Now then, first I would like to show you how to harness the power you have, and how to actually create. It's... a little difficult to explain in only words, so i will show and explain what I did, alright?"

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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She smiled brightly, chuckling a little. "And I shall, but first I must teach you the art of Creation. I understand that you enjoy destruction, however, in order for something to be destroyed, it must first be made. You can't destroy what isn't there, you know?" Ellowyn replied. "You are blood of my blood, I can sense the power to create within you. It is quite similar to the power that Donis possesses, but slightly different... more unique... more you."

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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"I would gain the reassurance and peace of mind that my grandchild is happy. I have seen how you have suffered, I know how difficult this life has been for you, and it breaks my heart. You, like my Donis, have rather unique interests, ones that are often looked down upon by others. That is why I gave Donis his own world and taught him how to fill it with whatever he desired. It allowed him to make a place just for him, free from judgement. Now, I want to give that same thing to you." She answered, offering her hand to him again.

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?

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“Because while I cannot help you destroy... I do believe you have the potential to create. Not just to create, but create a new world that’s entirely your own! One that you can fill with whatever you desire, and then destroy it, and fill it all over again. For as long as you’d like. Though, I think you’d find creating quite enjoyable, especially when it is things that you want to create.” She answered. “Wouldn’t you like to have a world that’s entirely your own? A paradise made entirely for you?”

"Hello again, my child. How have you been?" an ethereal feminine voice called, the figure of the Goddess approaching him. Ellowyn knelt down, holding out her hand to the Number. (source-of-creation)

"It's you again. What do you want?" He kept his guard up. Who knew what her true motives were?