Another Word For The Beginning Novels & Stories

LUCA'S POV The acorn was a sealed secret. I sat with it cupped in my hands, trying to hear its story. I felt its hard shell, its potential, but the quiet, sleeping life inside was a language I didn’t know. ‘Anchor’ was solid. ‘Fracture’ was sharp. But ‘Grow’ was a mystery. “You are thinking of the end.” Morwen said, kneeling before me. “The tall tree, think of the beginning.” “The first crack in the shell, the first push into the dark soil, the desperate blind reach for light. That is the verb. ‘To become.’”

We witnessed it all. We observed Dad and Mom create everything, galaxy after galaxy. Star after star, world afterworld the countless Veils and the young gods and goddesses who inhabited them. We watched as they all created life only creatures your imagination can make or hasn’t had the opportunity to make up yet. Your species would call them aliens, they came in all different shapes and sizes some with large heads and some that looked similar to us but off. Does that make sense? Does anything of what I said make any sense to you? Kinda a lot for you to take in, the human brain can only take so much in. I’ll stop there and give you a minute to absorb that before I go on.

The kind that does not announce itself as the beginning of something. But is.

The game had just begun. ‎

And a new beginning had just begun. ---

This. This room. These people. This beginning.

Sofia *** The wind was brisk as I made my way through the warm drizzle that had started just as I'd left the residence. I kept a watchful eye as I walked, ever conscious of my surroundings. The place was still new to me and so different from home. I felt a slight pang when I remembered my home. The fact that I will never see it again made the memory bittersweet. I clutched the piece of paper close to my chest as I recited the list on silently moving lips. English was still relatively new to me, and some of the syntax was still hard for me to grasp. But my memory was sharp as a tack, sometimes too sharp.

It’s a cornerstone. And Duskbane’s not a pack anymore. It’s a beginning. The first root’s down. Let’s see what grows.

--- A silence followed. But it wasn’t heavy. --- For the first time in a while… It felt like something had moved forward. --- Not everything. Not completely. But something. --- And sometimes… That’s where real change begins.

Not completely. But it was a beginning.