There was once a little sprite. He was, and forever will be without a name. As few may know, all things with an origin -a beginning, have an end. This sprite has no origin, or at least not one that is known. One thing about sprites that most will find notable is that they have no shadow, and only shine an illuminative light. Often times they are even depicted as fairies, ghosts, or associated with the paranormal, the mythical or the magical. This sprite however, for the longest, knew only one thing. This thing he knew so well, and loved so dearly was contrary to his existence. He wanted so desperately to be in its presence, to be with Her, yet to no avail. Wherever he would tread, is wherever she would not be. As for where it was he was going was not for him to ever know. He was senseless for senses would only make him dull. He was selfless, for selfishness is only an attribute of the weak, and he was all powerful. He chose no sides, because there are no sides. The only thing he was ever sure of was himself, for he had known no one else. He dreamed she was real, but his logic contradicted his dreams and he thought that maybe she was just an illusion, all but real. He thought, and thought, thinking 'I would give all I know to know this one thing.' His wish was never granted. But his dreams were never wrong. This he did not know.
Little by little, existence began to change. Beings would appear as if sent, simply to turn a motionless verse, into a thriving pulse. Soon, the sprite was not the only one moving, and not the only thing that cast only light without shadow. These beings would exist, and stop existing as quickly as they came into being. Existence for the sprite however was the same as ever. He could not communicate with these beings, and as change presented itself, he would simply wander around and observe.
When Factor met Zenith, they created the endoverse and the exoverse together, with and without all expectations. They were open and free. The sprite did not think so, for he thought existence itself is a jail. One you cannot chase, nor run from. At this time, the sprite was bias through his own experiences in 'existence', but he had existed long before Factor and Zenith, and knew they too would eventually parish and therefore leave him. He calculated that since he himself is the only one he had known the longest, that he by principle was the wisest. Regardless however, he had yet to know, that he did not know all, and never will. Once and only once, had he ever communicated with others. These others were none other than Factor and Zenith. Inheritably, Factor and Zenith were never meant to exist forever. They came into being, and from whence they came they would go. For this to happen, the circumstances had to be right. Since time is of no concept here, eventually, they would undoubtedly die. Because they could understand each other, the sprite being very wise took it upon himself to teach them many things and he had many things, from which they could learn. By irregular calculation the sprite had figured, they were the only ones that had come into existence that he could communicate with.
The sprite taught them many things, but when they learned that eventually they would no longer exist, they were not satisfied with the idea that they would be leaving at any given point in time without notice. Busy creating and otherwise continuing the universe from before its start, it was not often that Factor, Zenith or the sprite would communicate, or even meet together at the same time. After just finishing a particularly peculiar planet, Zenith decided he would take a break and speak to the sprite who simply roamed around learning things or chasing Her, whenever he saw Her. With the progression of the universe, he saw Her around less often. Zenith troubled by thoughts eventually found the sprite. The sprite turning from his distractions focused his attention on Zenith. Zenith wanted to know if there was a way to change things that were already set in motion. Sprite with all his wisdom had never known such a thing to occur, and told him that the courses of things are better left alone. Still, it intrigued the sprite that he considered it worthy of investigation.
The sprite sought things that had motion in order to procure information. As the universe progressed, it was more common to find things in motion than what he had previously known before it's development. The first thing he sought was a sphere of fire that moved about in a graceful motion as it followed a course. With his might, he managed to stop it, but did not fully stop it, and with its remaining momentum, it continued its course. Though the sprite could have very easily have stopped it all the way, he considered his attempt a failure. He had gathered that once things went out of existence, he had never known them to come back into existence. If his attempt to stop something only slowed it down, then it was certain that the process would only be slightly interrupted, and that there would be consequences for disrupting an already seemingly set balance. He tried this test a few more times before attempting more complexly created structures. After obtaining absolute motionlessness, he concluded that it could be done, but that if it were to be done, it might not be an undoable thing. If so, this would surely result in an incorrectable error of existence, which is something he considered himself at times. After forcefully retaining the explosion of a neutron star proved difficult to maintain, he also realized it might take precise timing and anything less of perfect would mean a no longer reachable window, or perhaps even a future malfunction with how things came in and out of existence. After much 'time' his curiosity and knowingness had been satisfied and he waited for Zenith. Since Zenith had brought it up, he felt it fair to let Zenith know what he had found.
Upon waiting, and doing his normal routine of discovery, he had a dream he considered inordinary. He always thought dreams a bizarre spectacle since they never seemed to be logical, yet always insightful and where he learned the most from. In this dream, something came to him that he was not familiar. A 'name' appeared to him, and this name was Zenith. He felt in his being what the purpose of this was, but he did not know how to describe it. A time later, another name came to him, the name was Factor. This dream however gave him a rather grave feeling. Shortly after awaking from this dream, Factor who he had not seen since the last time the three of them were together was heading in his direction closing the distance between them. The recent dream made the sprite uneasy. Although the balance of entering and exiting entities had occurred so many times before, the sprite felt that there was something different about it this time. In this he told Factor, "__________" and Factors name was given to him. Factor was content, and felt bestowed. The sprite asked Factor to stay, so that he may be present when Zenith received a name as well. They ventured. They discovered. They spoke. They waited. They dreamed.
One last dream took place before Zenith came. This dream, to the sprite felt quite existing, as another name came to him. But there was no one else for the name to be given to. Suddenly, in a moment of supreme clarity, he realized, that this name, was for himself, and that these names, are not symbols, nor emblems, but rather, they are keys that will unlock doors that had yet to reveal themselves. It was the shortest dream he experienced, and in the midst of his dreaming Zenith finally arrived. When the sprite awoke, he was very happy to be reunited with the both of them, a rare thing that only lasted so long. Immediately, the sprite proceeded to tell Zenith his name. Zenith too was quite honored like Factor was, and found this to be an interesting addition. The sprite unable to hold his excitement, a thing that was otherwise nonexistent without the existence of time, told them he too received a name and it was "__________" Factor having paid very close attention since he had come into ’existence’ asked what the purpose of these were, since everything that had been created thus far had a reason for having come into being. The sprite told them about his experiments, and his findings, and what came to him in his dreams. He told them that he would like them to stay together for a little while longer. That he felt the window for them to go would be coming soon, and that this time may be different. So together they contemplated, and they waited for a time, that they too soon felt was coming.
Unfortunately, Factor and Zenith had other thoughts about this. They had been born together, and they knew that the time coming meant almost certain death. They started to contemplate, privately, secretly. The Sprite although wise, could have never predicted what was about to happen, for it was never meant that he know. The next time he awoke from his dream, he was no longer himself. He was empty, hollow, a shell. He became a fragile existence. He could not for the longest time configure what happened to himself, and with sadness, he thought that Factor and Zenith met with the inevitable.
Finally after much dwelling, he realized what had happened. Factor and Zenith somehow managed to steal his name, his key. He could not know it, he could not speak it, it had gone from him, and he only knew that it has happened. Since this sprite was one of a kind, his key too was also one of a kind while both Factor and Zenith's keys were similar. He could not figure out why, or how, but all he knew was that he would have to somehow find Factor and Zenith and retrieve his name. When granted their names, they became more powerful. So powerful that they were capable of doing things without the consequence of physics, not breaking the laws and order of things, but bending them so irrevocably that the laws themselves could by this be changed even if only temporarily. However, once linked to their name, they must be attached or suffer the consequences of being fragile. With their name, they are all, without it, they are naught.
The sprite was and is no more naive than they who stole his name, but the sprites trial and error had never before taken place in a social setting. Using his name, Factor and Zenith permanently shut the window to death of their kind. In fear that the sprite would not approve of this, they sealed him with the constructs of the endoverse, as nothing more than a presence. The sprite, used to the idea of confinement, did not mind this cage. However in order to set what he knew as the order of things and their place back, he had to obtain freedom. His only way of obtaining freedom now relies on the endoverse’s source of amplifying power, merging with a soul.