Why'd you ask that?

Laying upon the bed, Clark rose from it, finding a familiar room, in a shade he was quite familiar with. Rubbing his eyes, he wiped away the crust.

He slowly lifted himself from the bed. Looking around, he was in a state of confusion. He had all the memories from Damon, but as he gazed at his form, he was starkly reminded of his childhood.

Standing from his bed, Clark was almost six feet tall, of which he had been insistent nearly every day since it had applied.

Reaching on his tiptoes, he was able to reach the ceiling, laying his palm flat against it.

In that moment of inane routine, he heard a voice. A tender, loving shout, “Hurry up, Clark, you’re gonna be late for school!”

Tears began pouring from his eyes, as he burst from the room, he ran down the stairs and was met with an empty living room.

Then, he heard her again, and he ran after it. After a few seconds of running, he exited from the home he so fondly remembered, but what he saw wasn’t the happiness he had been accustomed to.

The usually well kempt, lush lawn, was burning. Looking around at the surroundings, the countless homes in his sight had similar fates.

Clark, after a moment of shock, could see the smoldering corpses of a familiar pair, but abruptly, a titanic creature landed before him.

He looked behind him, and was met with the burning gaze of a Dragon. Suddenly, Clark saw a vaguely familiar creature in the distance out of the corner of his eyes.

His gaze was met with the colossal entity that was Terranis, flying through the skies, and destroying countless buildings, ending countless lives.

Clark was struck dumb, before the jaws of the Dragon before him bit him in two.

…

Damon lurched from the wooden bed, the surprisingly sturdy make still cracking beneath his movement. As he stood, he shook off the remnants of the slumber.

What did that dream mean? Was it him who had assaulted his world? Even though he’d had him for such a short time, he was certain that it was Terranis. Was it a prophecy? Would he return home?

“Damn sure not for that!” His sudden exclamation abruptly awoke his cohabitants. Ember arose flom her flaming slumber, and Dirpe scuttled from one shoulder to the other, which tickled Damon, drawing a slight chuckle.

He was silent for a while, imagining his old world, his mom and dad, were they still his parents?

Damon shifted his form to resemble his old body, but he was surprisingly unable to hide the scales, thick and lustrous, a near invulnerability apparent in their glimmer.

He opened a portal to gaze upon his face. And was met with a somewhat familiar visage. He willed the horns away and began his attempts in sculpting his face as he remembered.

But as he continued, to his shock, his old features began slipping from his mind. Damon tried to recall pictures from the home he’d seen, but all he was met with were voids of black plastered over every memory.

And as his sculpting continued, it drifted slowly from the somewhat familiar, childish face, to a more confident, angular countenance, to a near comical degree, but with his overall visage, it would instill a far more threatening aura when reducing entire kingdoms to mere cinders.

Damon reached his hands to his forehead, and after some molding, he pulled a pair of mighty horns on a grand arc, ending with razor bladed curves along the bends.

Releasing a fearsome roar, Damon vowed to never return to his original world, under any circumstance. His conquest would be given a wide berth from the familiar Earth.

But then he got to thinking, wouldn’t Earth, with his help, have a much greater chance in the long run? With his aid, the world would be lifted from a period of ignorance. But, that was the thought process of an evil Demon King, so he put a stop to those thoughts.

For the moment.

With his mind on the future, Damon cast Inner Dimension.

And with a poof, he disappeared, leaving a confused Ember to catch a plummeting, similarly confused, Dirpe.

…

Damon was met with a strange room. Given that it was his Inner Dimension, he attempted to will a door into existence. And after a moment of straining, the vague form of a drawbridge faded into view.

And as it slowly opened, a lush valley made its way into his view. As he walked through the doorway he had created, Damon willed an entrance for Ember and Dirpe, which promptly whisked them from their plane to Damon’s own.

They plopped onto the ground softly, soon after having Damon lift them both affectionately, and placing them upon his person in the oddly familiar manner.

As he was walking through the glade, he willed a forest to expand and closed his eyes. Using Partial Omniscience, he bore witness to the forming of an expansive woodland, and after nearly three minutes of waiting, the forest he saw was comparable to the Amazon Rainforest.

Then, on each end of the mighty forest, Damon had tens of biomes form, waiting an additional thirty minutes for the forming of over fifteen different habitats.

He then attempted to will settlements of sentient creatures into existence. A grand leap, for sure, but the limits were his imagination, right?

The buildings quickly sprouted, countless settlements fit for thousands bursting from the ground, all fit for survival. They were all completed within an hour, but the beings, after completely draining him of his mana, began to appear after ten hours of waiting, which was spent in blissful silence, being embraced by the duo he had present.

After the hours were spent, multitudes of species popped into existence. Many variations of Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, Giants, and countless other fantasy races.

Damon was watching the births of the various races, and after a moment, willed the time to flow.

Slowly, as he was unaffected, his inner world’s time increased, and the young civilizations began expanding, and expanding, and began interacting, and while some were hostile, many were kind, and many made pacts and alliances, while even more joined together, forming strong bonds, and their own kingdoms and empires.

All in a matter of an hour, the first beings he had created had many generations of children, dead for tens of years, soon to be hundreds, as Damon increased the speed.