Tyrnn was a biological weapon created by an ancient race, far away from the Milky Way.He was manufactured for the sole purpose of annihilating entire worlds. His creators were at war with the other sapient species of their galaxy, and his creation was heralded as the ultimate weapon for bringing peace. He carried out his campaign of mindless rage and destruction, brutally destroying countless lives solely for the sheer pleasure that was hardwired into his brain. The only flaw in their plan was his appetite for power far exceeded the control of his masters. When every target was destroyed, crushed, and drowned out, his insatiable appetite turned upon his creators.

  The entire galaxy was erased over the next several millenia. Nothing was able to withstand the godlike destructive powers of this mindless killing machine. Planets were razed, broken down, shattered. The stars were drained of energy to fuel his desire for ever more destruction. Life was crushed under his heel like an insect under a meteor.

  But then one day he ran out of things to destroy. The galaxy was obliterated. No more stars shone. No more life to seek out and devour. The last microbe had been extinguished in a blaze of solar fire... And he was alone.

  Without a purpose in his own life, the dragon raged against the distant stars. Without any more energy from the galaxy he blindly destroyed, he could not travel to them. His roars echoed silently for hundreds of thousands of years...

  Sentience finally came to him amongst the frozen cosmos. A thought occurred. His first thought outside of his programming. Outside of his primally wired urges, he thought... 'what if I created something to destroy?' He took the long dead fragments of rock and began to learn. He began to grow, in mind and spirit instead of body and size. He spent ages learning how to create. How to put worlds together; how to master the hidden fabrics of the elements, of light and shadow. Another eon passed, and he fully mastered the elemental magics... but one thing still eluded him. Life.

  He had created entire worlds. All the elements necessary for the framework, but he could not conjure forth the spark of life that his programming demanded that he seek out and extinguish. No matter how hard he tried, what combination of energy he molded and twisted violently in frustration, his work never bore the fruit of Life... it was then that his second awakening occurred, for he knew now what it was to be Alone. He craved life not because of the urge to destroy it, but for the lack of companionship.

  Using the knowledge that he had gained, the sentience and awareness carved from the cold vacuum of loneliness, Tyrnn looked at his barren galaxy, created with his own efforts, and discarded it. He left to the stars, and began a journey of another several million years. He chose the closest galaxy he could touch with his mind, the faint gift of life calling out to his burning desires and his barren heart. He knew he must find himself in that distant galaxy.

  Earth will never be the same, but it will always stand. Tyrnn has learned to control himself, as well as Time to a lesser extent. When his urges need to be quenched, he will lay waste to as much of humanity as it takes, but then he has mastered the power to rewind time itself to undo the damage he has wrought. He now has found life to be something worth protecting, worth caring about much more than simply incinerating without a thought, and he has found his companionship with dozens if not hundreds of others who share his world, and seek to make it better with every passing day.