(Author's Note: Just a quick update—I've already mentioned this before, but the potholes have been fixed, and I've made several other improvements throughout. I'd really appreciate it if you could leave a review or share your thoughts in the comments. Thanks so much for reading!)
In the heart of chaos, two lives were on the verge of ending. Arthur crouched behind a police car, his breath steady despite the tension crackling in the air. The firefight outside the bank was a deadly dance, each movement calculated, every bullet a silent conversation between life and death. As he rose to return fire, a sharp pain lanced through his skull—a bullet had found its mark. His world went dark in an instant.
Across town, Morgan charged into a burning building, her firefighter's uniform barely shielding
her from the searing heat. The structure groaned under the assault of the flames, but she pushed forward, determined to find the baby boy trapped inside. She spotted him, small and frightened, and scooped him up into her arms. But as she reached the exit, the building gave way, collapsing in a roar of flames and debris. Her life was snuffed out in a heartbeat. In an ethereal, other worldly plane, Arthur and Morgan stood face-to-face, disoriented but alive—or something like it.
Arthur blinked, recognition dawning as he looked at the woman before him. They rushed into an
embrace, a mix of relief and confusion in their eyes.
"Sis, are we...?" Arthur's voice trembled, the weight of the realization sinking in.
Morgan nodded, her voice soft but resolute. "Yeah, bro. We're dead."
Before they could fully grasp their situation, a radiant light surrounded them, and two angels appeared, their presence both comforting and awe-inspiring.
"You both served your world well," one of the angels said, its voice a blend of power and kindness. "You protected the innocent, fought against darkness. For your valor, a deity from another realm offers you a second chance at life. Will you accept her offer and help her world?"
Without hesitation, they replied in unison, "Yes."
The other angel continued, "You will be granted five wishes each and the power to create your own race."
Arthur, ever cautious, asked, "What do you mean by 'our own race'?"
"Think of it as crafting a new species," the angel explained, "like how a supreme magus might Guardian."
Morgan's eyes lit up with understanding. "So, we'll be like the first of our kind, like griffins or dragons?"
"Exactly," the angel confirmed.
Arthur's mind raced with possibilities. "Does this world have magic?"
"Indeed," the angel replied, its voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge.
Morgan then asked, "What are the rules for our wishes and the creation of our race?"
"You cannot collaborate on your wishes," the angel explained, "but you can work together to create your race."
Morgan nodded thoughtfully, turning to Arthur. "We need to think carefully."
Before they could delve deeper into their plans, the angels asked, "What are your names?"
Arthur straightened. "Arthur."
"And I'm Morgan," she added.
A will of light separated them, leaving each alone with their thoughts.
Morgan say "Instead of getting three wishes can we alter the story of that world. but instead of altering the original story we would be altering as the Multiverse theory allows."
The angel turned its glowing eyes toward Morgan, a soft shimmer rippling through its wings.
"You are perceptive," it said, a faint smile tugging at the edges of its divine features. "The threads of fate are infinite, and the Multiverse does indeed allow for variations. Alterations to the fabric of a world's story can be made—not by rewriting the core, but by weaving a new pattern into its tapestry."
Arthur, still enveloped in the glowing veil, narrowed his eyes. "So you're saying we wouldn't be changing their fate... just choosing a new one from the infinite possibilities?"
"Exactly," the first angel confirmed, their voice like the sound of wind over still water. "In this version of that world, your arrival will begin a new timeline. One that you help shape—not by control, but by influence. That is the price and privilege of rebirth."
Morgan crossed her arms, thoughtful. "So... we're not just getting a second life. We're becoming architects of change."
The second angel nodded. "Correct. You will carry the memories of your past, the strength of your convictions, and the gifts granted by your wishes. Together, with the race you create, your impact will echo through the ages of that world."
Arthur's voice was quiet, but firm. "Then we accept. Not just to live again—but to leave a better mark."
The angels smiled, radiant and proud.
"Then prepare yourselves," they said in unison. "For what lies ahead is not merely life... but legend."
As the radiant light faded, Arthur and Morgan found themselves in a vast, endless void. Not dark or cold—but blank, like an untouched canvas waiting for a story to be painted across it.
Before them hovered a glowing template, like a celestial blueprint. Beside it floated hundreds of icons—shapes, abilities, traits, essences—each one pulsing with potential. Fire-breathing. Telepathy. Wings. Claws. Camouflage. Empathy. Magic. Evolution. The possibilities sprawled before them, infinite and tempting.
The twins stood silently for a moment.
Then, as if moved by the same thought, both said quietly:
"I wish to forget everything that happened here."
The light pulsed in acknowledgement. A warmth washed over them—not erasure, but release. When they awoke in the new world, they would remember only that they had a bond, and a purpose, buried deep in their souls like a guiding star.
Now, it was time. Morgan stepped forward first.
Her hands moved through the template like a maestro conducting the birth of a legend. She shaped the form with grace and intent—a quadrupedal stance, four powerful legs anchored for both speed and strength. The hind legs were shorter than the front, designed for spring-loaded movement and devastating lunges.
A long, sinuous neck arched elegantly from the shoulders, spanning a quarter of the creature's total height, granting it a panoramic range of vision. Her newly formed hands—equipped with opposable thumbs—reflected both intelligence and adaptability.
Red scales, thick and radiant like forged buckler shields, coated her chest and limbs, gleaming with indomitable resilience. From her back extended a 7-meter-long tail, lined with sleek black feathers that shimmered with an otherworldly sheen, running from her spine down to the whip-like tip. Above it all, two massive feathered wings unfurled, crackling with energy—lightning trapped in plumage.
A being born of power, vision, and command. She had crafted more than a creature—she had designed a sovereign.
Arthur stepped forward next. No hesitation. Just purpose.
"Wolf. But not just a beast. A force."
He reached into the template, and a form took shape—majestic and primal. Lithe, yet muscled, with a predatory elegance. Its eyes glowed like twin moons, ancient and knowing.
Then, with quiet intensity, Arthur began to forge its tails—each one a conduit of cosmic energy, a fusion of elemental force and sacred purpose:
The red fire tail:
Fire ignites the world's energy. But without the spark of life, its flames are wild and unfocused. With it, fire evolves into the sacred Origin Flames—the beginning of all creation.
The blue water tail:
Water scatters energy into chaotic tides. Without the spark, it is untamed. But when awakened, it births the Doom Tide and Elemental Flow—a dance of grace and fury.
The orange earth tail:
Earth gives mana weight and form. It becomes armor, immovable and absolute. Yet only with the life spark does it awaken the Mana Body—a vessel immune to both sword and sorcery.
The yellow air tail:
Air supercharges the flow of energy, weaving mana into every cell. It connects body, spirit, and aura. The spark of life births the Life Maelstrom, a cyclone of power within the flesh.
The silver light tail:
Light makes runes soft and shapeable. But only the spark breathes intent into their form, unlocking the power of the Light Raider—a warrior of radiance and control.
The dark tail of shadow:
Darkness slowly unravels magic, erasing spells and enchantments. But with the spark of life, it awakens Break—the death knell of all sorcery.
The green spirit tail:
Spirit grants independence from the world's flow, letting the user tap into bloodline abilities without needing ambient mana. A core of identity and legacy.
Arthur stepped back, his creation shimmering before him—a divine wolf not merely forged from the elements, but from balance, purpose, and identity.