P1h: The Beginning Of A New World Novels & Stories

"The Empire is built. And for the first time in a thousand years... the Moon is finally home." Killian pulled us all into a tight circle, the Alpha’s peace finally settling over the Ravine. "To the New World," he whispered. "To the Pack," I replied.

It would require the entire world to speak at once. ​"We do it tomorrow," I said, standing up. My wrists no longer burned. They glowed with a soft, steady violet light that matched the rhythm of the mountain. "We tell the world that the 'Final Impression' isn't an ending. It’s the first line of a new chapter." ​The Vigil of the Seven Billion

​The First Night of the World ​As the sun set on the first day of the Exodus, Neo-Tokyo felt different. ​The High-Rise was dark, a ghost-city of ivory towers that no longer held any power. But the Gutter was alive. The "Living Spire" was glowing with the stolen knowledge of the Directorate, its leaves pulsing with the data of a thousand years of human history. ​Elena stood at the center of the Republic’s new "Archive-Plaza." Sophia was already setting up the public terminals, where any Ash-Born could walk up and learn how to heal a bone, how to grow a seed, or how to build a world.

Fourteen Alphas walking out of the valley grounds in the first full light of the first morning of the beginning. Going home. I watched them go. I looked at the building. At the original creation in the hearing chamber. At everything assembled. At the permanent council record. At the formal declaration. At the legal foundation of the beginning. At the planting spreading through the clean foundation. At the child of the new world in the entrance. At Lyra appearing beside the child. The last wolf of the old world and the first wolf of the new world standing together in the building entrance looking at me in the valley grounds.

A heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. I opened my eyes. We were standing in our palace. The sky was blue. The gardens were blooming. Our daughters were beside us. Cassian was holding my hand. And my son stood between his sisters. Everyone was alive. I laughed. We did it. The Beginning appeared. No. I looked at it. What? He did. I looked at my son. He smiled. I didn't choose one world. I made a new one.

Others possessed civilizations far beyond anything I had imagined. Then... They began disappearing. One after another. Veya covered her mouth. "Why are they vanishing?" The First Thought remained silent. I stepped forward. "Because you are awakening." The enormous eye focused on me. "Correct." My heart tightened. "So these worlds are dreams." "They are possibilities." "And you are deciding which ones survive." "No." The answer surprised me. "I am remembering." The images stopped. A single world appeared. It looked ancient. Silver mountains. Golden oceans.

He already knew the obvious culprit behind this, "she is always thwarting my plans! A young goddess who stole my world, and now she dares interfere again in my designs to create a new one!" He then laughed, a sound like shattering glass and said to Charlotte, "but it doesn't matter, he is only a mere insect from anothet world. We will simply just have to kill him." "Another world?" Charlotte questioned, her mind racing. She understood only fragments of his divine rant, but she was a master at extracting information and turning it into leverage. It was how she survived.

The question wasn't how they would survive; the question was what kind of world they were about to build, and who would be left to inhabit it once they were done. Pim took a deep breath, the neon light of the city washing over her face, turning her eyes into mirrors of the digital void. "Walk faster, Chalida. We have a world to update." They turned the corner and vanished, leaving behind only the ghost of their presence, and a city that was about to wake up to a reality that no longer obeyed the old laws of men. The screen in Pim’s pocket glowed once more, a single, ominous command appearing in the dark: Version 2.0 Initiated.

collapsed onto the ground. *Argh!* The pain was horrific, like hot needles being pierced into every single cell of his body. It was worse around his eyes which felt like they were burning up from the inside out. After a few minutes the pain subsided. He gathered his strength and stood up once again. Moving through the crowd he reached the end of the land after about 20 minutes of walking. He scuttled closer to the edge and peered down only to be met with nothing but whiteness. Pure white, as far as the eye could see. He squinted and looked upwards and was shocked! There were Nine moons and Three suns shining brightly in the sky. Sheng Chen stood there for several minutes, trying to t

world above us. "We don't have a computer," I said. "We don't need one," the Original-Draft smiled, revealing teeth made of ivory code. "We have the 'Source-Key' in your gut. And we have the 'Shadow King's' memory. We’re going to build a **'New-World.exe'**... but this time, we’re not going to let the 'Management' have the password." ### The War for the New-World The "Hard-Purge" hit the Trash-Bin.