myths were notorious. most hated one another, most warred against opposing factions; robloxians were educated of the myths’ conflicts since elementary, advised of what to do in the midst of them, advised of what would cause them of that robloxians could prevent..
but there were two.
only two.
only two that got along well with one another.
only two that didn’t have a lick of fighting nor conflict in their ancient runes.
the names, beautifully scriptured in ancient monk handwriting, 1x4 & noli.
1x4—myth, notorious as most, telltale sing of hatred & destruction, forever endowed to the embodiment of ambiguity & foolishness… runes intertwine both names of such in such splendour that it still cannot match what both myths shared under scripts & moonlight, still infant in young creation.
noli, creator of all, chose to embody all of the world’s hatred into one being; 1x4 themself. she & she, they both loved, to the extent that hatred was nearly all but wiped from the young world.
what was cruelest, was how them myths, both notorious & loving, were torn apart. separated, till the second tuesday’s dawn, they would be; the jealousy of the early robloxian gods overpowered the devotion shared between both god & deity alike, leading to the eventual capture of the betrayed 1x4.
the ancient scriptures of robloxia read on & on about the beauties & lavishes of the love shared between both manifestation & creator. noli had created all, as well as 1x4 herself; ending up falling in love with the creation of hate that was meant to rule the world alongside noli with a cruel hand to oppose hers, kind & foolish, ended up in utter tragedy.
telamon, the earthbound deity that noli had appointed to rule the lands of robloxia whilst noli fell dormant, captured 1x4 to force the creation under his own rule, all whilst noli could do nothing but watch on as her eternally beloved was all but stripped away from her.
“i’ll need something to unleash the hatred of my pawns upon,” cried the winged god, “& your betrothed is the best of candidates.
hate me all you like.
your foolish self chooses to remain dormant whilst she gets torn from your soul.”
noli didn’t have a choice. a god’s dormancy is an appointed time, not one she could cut short in a jiffy. truth was, as the runes read, noli & 1x4 had been meant to spend the much rest of eternity together in eternal dormancy, souls intertwined in everlasting embraces. however, telamon’s greed & selfishness had torn that future away from both gods, leading to the mess today.
1x4 hadn’t been treated well under telamon’s control. she’d been abused, swatted, treated with such unjust cruelty that it was unmatched even to the creation of hate itself.
noli remained dormant, against her will, alas, whilst 1x4 suffered an outburst of enragement & wreaked havoc upon the streets of robloxia, turning nearly entirely the entire creation of the city into mere crumbles of dust crunching under her feet.
telamon remained standing during all this, tall & high, proud & observing. he let 1x4 destroy. he let her go on that rampage, destroying what noli had worked so hard for, just to bring to realty. telamon’s plan was to trigger noli’s hatred to be directed to 1x4 rather than to him, now that noli’s awakening date was growing near. he dreaded the day, & so he prepared.
villainised 1x4, made her to aim noli’s hatred towards her rather than him.
1x4 was weakened by her outburst of rage, & fell to her knees as she came to terms with the destruction she’d caused to her beloved’s sacred creations. telamon captured the being of hate, caging up the superior being & locking her up away in an ancient cell, so secure it was kept in another realm entirely, black smoke curling in around quivering forms.
“i’m coming, my love.”
that message didn’t reach 1x4. couldn’t, not in the space she’d been captured in. & so the dormant deity arrived, landing with a celestial thud behind her quivering, hunched-up betrothed.
she smiled, holding out her arms wide in an offer of an embrace.
at long last.
“i’m awake.”