Disclaimer: I was bored one day, and I started thinking…how did Fantasia begin? Well, here's my answer. It's a bit of a prelude to the story, but oh well. Just read it. I don't own The Neverending Story, but if i did i would be VERY VERY happy.

Claimer: go Bastian!

The Beginning

It was dark in the beginning, as it usually always is. A pitch black oblivion stretching on for miles after miles, without conclusion or commencement. It was a timeless emptiness, and there was no life. There were no stars to shine, no bright sun, moon, or plants, no rocks or immeasurable oceans. There was no day, or night. There was nothing.

But then something changed. It was a defining instant, but not just for the human race. It was something that would change two worlds; one known, and one hidden. On Earth, in the minds of humans, something stirred: A need to believe, to think, and to imagine, a need to dream of the unattainable. And without their knowing it, humans had created a world. Not an average world, a world like their own, but a world beyond their wildest dreams. Subconsciously, humans had given existence to a land of wonder, imagination, audacity, and power, where their daydreams and fantasies came true and amazing animals and humans lived.

At first it was only a tiny speck of white, radiating bright light onto the vast emptiness. It was suspended in the darkness; a tiny window looking into a new world. But, as humans dreamed more and more, the little speck grew, and it grew so much until it was a world, twice the size of the sun and filled with the dreams of the human beings that had given it life. Fantasia.