Plasma

Scientifically, plasma is a state of matter where electrons have been stripped away from the atom's nucleus, leaving only a positively charged ion - often described as a gas molecule with charge. Electrostatic forces between charged particles are significant and determine the behavior of the particle, allowing plasma to conduct electricity or produce magnetic fields. Examples of plasma include neon signs, flourescent light bulbs, plasma TVs, and lightning. Plasma is also the most common ordinary substance throughout the entire universe.

See, the universe was just a massive game to the gods. Subatomic particles -- protons, neutrons, electrons, photons, etc -- were just their building blocks. The game was simple. Build something. Some gods grouped together and built wondrous things. The Milky Way, the Andromeda Galaxy... Some gods competed to see who could build the biggest stars before they blew up. Other gods built things to build things. One god got creative and created revolving rocks with such glorious colors. One rock had a glowing, deep blue essence that some gods envied.

Plasma was created while the gods busily played their games, building their universe and pitting their creations against each other. Born from the remains of abandoned projects, It was filled with bitterness and envy of the emptiness of those forsaken stars. As the gods poured more love and effort into their ongoing efforts, its emptiness only grew until It felt only the need for destruction. It was going to be the light that caught everybody's attention.

But one day, as It wandered with destructive force spewing forth, It came across the young God of the Blue Essence. He had found a way to create life! It watched, amazed, as his beloved creations lowered themselves to the ground at his Holiness. Its heart dropped as they destroyed each other, all for their love of this one God. Who loved him more? And who loved him the best? It wasn't unlike these mortal beings, despite the vast difference in lifespan. They were filled with such dire need for love, and so was It. And Plasma wondered: whatever created It, did they love It as much as this young God loved his people?

A tear fell from Its eye. The shining drop enveloped the planet in radiant color. Immediately, Plasma found It could look into the minds of any organism and glean any information It so desired, from the smallest ant to the largest whale. It sensed their need for survival, to find resources, to find and continue life. Each network between organism was so complex and convoluted, Plasma wasn't sure how the young God had built this little blue rock. But it was absolutely gorgeous. How the green trees contrasted beautifully against the indigo sky, and how different animals utilized their abilities to suit their surroundings. This was not like anything It had ever seen. And it certainly wasn't like the rest of the universe, all dustclouds, gases, and stars It had lit afire.

The young God was so happy to find someone who truly appreciated his creations. The other gods, not so much. Still resentful of not being the first ones to develop this oceanic blue marble, they tried their best to destroy it. Asteroids, meteors, solar flares, all descended upon this little blue stone. And Plasma took it upon Itself to defend it. It used as much plasma as this little blue stone could hold, allowing it to permeate the atmosphere and burn off most of the harmful particles. The young God helped to fend off the rest of the attacks. Not knowing when the next assault would be, Plasma swore to its new friend that It would help protect his little blue stone. It would see that he and his creations had everything they needed.

Plasma found that it was difficult to stay in one place. The environment on Earth was so dynamic that Its powers here were unstable. It quickly found glass was a good way to keep its instability contained. It could use her plasma to easily heat up and change the shape of the glass, and so, It tried its best to introduce herself to the creations the young God loved most - the people. It quickly found they didn't like humanoid-shaped creatures who glowed. After a piece of shrapnel nearly punctured its glass, Plasma fled civilisation.

While recovering from its injuries, Plasma realized just how unstable It really was. It had caused a massive lightning storm from the puncture wound and destroyed much of the land. The forest It had taken hiding in was blackened, the trees burnt into solid sticks of ash and charcoal. And in front of It lay the exposed and damaged den of a nursing wolf and her pups. Horrified by its actions, Plasma shifted its glass form into that of a canine and ran toward the den. Initially, Plasma saw nothing until It heard a strange sucking sound at the back of the den. Inside lay a lone pup, suckling desperately from the nipple of its unmoving mother. Its lightning strike had just barely entered the cave and struck the mother's face, killing her instantly. Most of the lightning must have been absorbed by the dirt, for the pup remained relatively unharmed. Only its fur remained spiked, static electricity discharging from it like lightning from a storm. An innocent pup nearly killed and a life needlessly taken because of Its carelessness. It was going to have to care for this young pup -- this was the only way to pay off its dues. The consequences of Its instability were far too great.