Zeekith’s Origin’s

Before everything changed, Zeekith was just a boy. He was young, curious, and constantly asking questions. And Cavron always had an answer.

The two of them would spend hours together learning about their world. Cavron taught Zeekith its history, its people, its dangers, and the forces that existed beyond what most beings could comprehend.

Sometimes the lessons were serious. Sometimes they were simply moments between a father and son. Those were Zeekith’s favorite moments. He admired his father more than anyone.

Cavron was powerful enough to make entire civilizations think twice before challenging him. Yet to Zeekith, none of that mattered as much as the simple fact that Cavron was his dad.

Zeekith wanted to be like him. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be fearless. Most importantly, he wanted his father to be proud of him.

For years, that seemed possible. Until Zeekith turned twelve. Something changed in Cavron. At first, it was subtle. Cavron began spending more time alone.

He studied strange forces and ancient energies. He disappeared for hours without explaining where he had gone. Conversations that once revolved around their family slowly became conversations about power.

Then came the obsession.

Cavron began talking about the universe itself. He didn’t believe reality was supposed to remain the way it was. He believed it could be improved.

Rebuilt.

Rewritten.

He spoke about worlds colliding together and reality being reshaped according to his vision.

Zeekith didn’t understand.

He only knew that his father no longer sounded like the man he remembered.

Eventually, Cavron’s obsession affected everyone. The family was forced from their home. The place Zeekith had once considered safe became a symbol of everything that had changed. And Cavron became harder to reach.

His lessons changed too. They were no longer about learning.

They were about endurance.

Strength.

Survival.

Cavron insisted that Zeekith needed to become durable. “You won’t always have someone there to protect you,” he told him.

Zeekith tried to understand.

So he trained.

He pushed himself.

He failed.

And every time he failed, Cavron demanded that he try again. Zeekith kept going. Not because he wanted to prove that he was stronger than his father. Because he wanted his father back.

Deep down, he still believed that if he became strong enough, Cavron might look at him the way he used to.

Like a son. Like someone he was proud of.

So Zeekith endured.

Days became weeks. Weeks became months. And eventually, years. The boy who once looked up at his father with admiration learned something very different. He learned how to hide his fear. He learned how to keep moving when exhausted. He learned how to stand back up. But he also learned something Cavron never intended to teach him.

How to survive without him.

Cavron’s obsession continued growing.

The more power he gained, the more convinced he became that only he could determine the universe’s future.

Zeekith began realizing that his father wasn’t trying to protect their world anymore.

He was trying to control it. And eventually, Cavron’s plan reached its final stage. Worlds would collide. Reality itself would be rewritten. Everything would become what Cavron believed it should be.

Zeekith knew he couldn’t allow it.

For the first time in his life, he stood against his father. Not as a student. Not as a child. As an equal. The confrontation shook everything around them. Cavron unleashed the power he had spent years gathering. Zeekith fought back with everything he had learned. For the first time, father and son weren’t training. They were fighting for the fate of their reality.

And somehow…

Zeekith won.

But victory came with a price. As Cavron’s power began transferring into Zeekith, the energy overwhelmed him. The planet itself began reacting. Gravity shifted. The world trembled.

The very fabric of reality seemed to buckle beneath the power now contained inside Zeekith.

Then—

everything exploded. Zeekith survived. But his world did not. The home he remembered disappeared. His family was gone. His father was gone. And Zeekith was left drifting through the remains of everything he had ever known. He thought that was the end. He was wrong.

Because somewhere beyond his universe…

something was waiting.

A place without a beginning.

A place without an end.

A place between worlds.

Liminal Space.

And Zeekith was about to enter it.

For the first time in his life, he was completely alone.

Or at least…

he thought he was.