The first dream

Several weeks have passed since Asia's departure from the monastery orphanage. It was early morning outside the window and most of the inhabitants of the two-story building were asleep, and Alex was doing the same. Ever since the day his sister had awakened the sacred artifact, he had been haunted by the same dream every night. Usually they were unrelated, scattered fragments of some large-scale plot. A mountain of events and inexplicable occurrences, which he could not remember. However, this time the dream was unusually vivid and holistic. Moreover, Alex was almost fully aware that it was a dream. Although the thread of the "plot" did not allow him to influence what was happening in any way, he could only watch.

In this dream, he did not feel his body at all, as if he did not have it at all. A silent observer, seeing only what he was allowed to see. The main character of this story was not him, but the one whose "birth" Alex was watching now.

Before his eyes was someone who has an incalculable number of names, incarnations and even personalities. In different countries and among different peoples, he was called differently: Yahweh, Elohim, Adonai, Alpha and Omega, Sabaoth, El Shaddai, El Elyon, El Gibor, Father, Creator, Creator, El Olam and many, many others.

Out of the brightest flash of light came the one whom Alex used to call God. Contrary to his usual image, he was only a little boy, about eight or ten years old in appearance. Since birth, he had been surrounded by a frighteningly large amount of pure power. His snow-white skin practically shone. However, in contrast to the same white hair, the boy's eyes were pitch black. Anyone who could look into them would see a real abyss, where any insufficiently strong creature could simply get lost forever.

Despite how frighteningly strong the boy Alex was watching was, he was also clearly aware that the god in front of him was still incredibly young. His mind was filled with childish naivety and interest in everything that surrounded him. A little later than what could be considered a birth, he left the place he could call his home and set out on his journey.

Following him like a camera behind the character's back, Alex saw everything he saw. And the world around him was really interesting. There are many different creatures who called themselves Gods, dragons, demigods and many other interesting names. He visited one place after another and was accepted everywhere. Asgard, Vanaheim, Mount Olympus, Tartarus, Atlantis, the Tower of Babel, Mount Meru and many, many others.

The concept of time for creatures that lived almost forever was very conditional. However, Alex clearly felt that the one he was following was getting stronger. It doesn't matter where he was, who he talked to, or what he saw. One thing remained unchanged – the boy grew and with it his strength grew.

The scene changed abruptly.

Now he was in a spacious something that a person with a stretch could call a living room. Along with Alex's constant companion, there were two more in the room. A gray-bearded old man with an opaque monocle on his left eye who was standing in the middle of the room and a black-haired boy of about fourteen who was lying right on the floor.

- Yahweh, you will leave Asgard completely without followers so soon, - the old man standing in front of the white-haired boy shook his head wearily. – I don't care anymore, I have gained enough strength and will be able to live on even without people worshipping me, but many young gods and mythologies that have not had time to develop are worried ... boys, your influence is growing too fast!

A gray-haired old man flashed his monocle in the direction of a young man with unnaturally shiny black hair sprawled on the floor.

- Relax, old pervert, - without turning his head, looking straight up, as if seeing something that is not visible to others, the black-haired teenager answered very calmly. "Our mythologies are growing, that's true, but we can't interfere with that. You know, the balance is preserved only when we don't go into the world of people.

"I agree with Shiva," the voice of the one who was called Yahweh here and the one Alex had been following all this time was as calm as the boy with black hair. However, it was distinguished by an even more childish timbre. – We understand what small mythologies are so afraid of, but this is the natural course of things, isn't it?

"Of course, it's natural," the old man chuckled, carefully looking at him with his one eye. – However, Yahweh, your height scares the others much more than the elevation of Shiva…

- Are they afraid of the Creator more than the destroyer? The white–haired boy's voice was literally permeated with sincere misunderstanding. – Please explain to me, Odin.

- Yahweh, - the black-haired boy suddenly turned his head in his direction, tearing himself away from contemplating something far away with his "third eye". – In your mythology, you are the only god, which is already rare. However, until your religion transformed and began to grow at an incredibly fast pace, these gods had absolutely no business. Now they are simply afraid that such a strong mythology feeds only one of you.

- Is it really so? his gaze shifted to the ever–dissatisfied gray-bearded old man. "Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"You catch on the fly," One of them winced perceptibly. – It scares no less, you're too young... yes, Yahweh, the old gods are afraid. The power of Shiva has long been an object of discussion, but there are thousands of gods in his mythology. Brahma, Vishnu and Indra, who is always howling against the Asuras, all feed on the power of their mythology…

- I understand, - interrupting the old man with a short gesture, Yahweh thoughtfully looked around the room. – So, the right decision would be to create those who will share the power of my mythology with me?

"Yes," the one-eyed old man nodded with ill-concealed relief. – I understand that you would like to continue traveling and "visiting" various gods, however... I'm afraid this only causes even more suspicion, a storm may break out…

- Three hundred years, - looking up again, the black-haired boy spoke in his calm voice. – These old people will endure about as much. Then there will be chaos…

The black-haired boy turned his head sideways, making it clear that he had said everything he wanted. The gray-bearded old man turned his gaze back to the boy standing in front of him.

- So, what should I tell the others?

- I don't want to fight, - the white-haired boy smiled sadly. – If it is necessary for the common good, then I will stop my journey ahead of time and return home. I'll take care of the arrangement…

"That's great," the old man chuckled. – I'm glad that we managed to reach an agreement. I hope now Zeus and I will be able to calm these alarmists... could you…

With the same smile, Yahweh stretched out his hand forward and the old man's body instantly moved outward into the space between dimensions, bypassing the numerous barriers surrounding this room.

- What does your all-seeing eye see now? – Yahweh sat down on a chair that appeared from behind, looking at the only interlocutor left here, who was still lying calmly on the floor. – Did I make the right decision?

- I have no idea, - the black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders with a smile. – If you use it for all sorts of trifles, like a war with the old gods, then life will become boring ... and you know that. Nothing prevents you from getting the same eye, Being.

- I know, - he did not hide the obvious. – Maybe now you really have to get yourself this ability. Eh, but I really wanted to explore this world with my own eyes…

- Leaving the subject, - the black-haired boy rolled over on one side, putting his hand under his head. – Have you already figured out who will be in your mythology?

"Let me think," Yahweh scratched his head thoughtfully. – From what I've already seen, the first thing you need to come up with messengers ... how do you like the idea of making them very similar to people and giving something like wings behind their backs?

- Not bad, though a little corny, - the black-haired young man shrugged his shoulders thoughtfully. – But I think it's still worth adding something else. A detail that will set them apart from other messengers.

- Hmm, the detail means, - Yahweh with a smile outlined a smooth circle with his finger. – Actually, I have one thought…