In the Beginning :
It is said that in the beginning there was darkness and a dazzling being made
of many lights and colors, a flawless and all knowing, all powerful being who
longed for companionship outside of its own thoughts, its own dreams and
introspective. Being all knowing and all powerful it reached beside where it
sat in the great nothing and with an eternity of thought beforehand it swept
up in a mighty way that sent nothingness around it swirling to do the
impossible and to become something as it spun into the world we walk today.
However the world created was not enough on its own, and so the creation of
light to better see this world followed by the water that we hold so dear and
the sky for life to breathe, to look to when all hope is lost and to simply know
they are loved and never alone were created. Plant life, the fish and birds,
animals of all sorts were brought about but alas while they were pleasing to
look at they were not what the grand being longed for, they could not speak
with it as it desired, to speak words that were not words, but were things,
time, places, emotions given form in the way of sound.
Knowing that it would take something powerful and wise to be able to speak
as it did, the grand being created the Dragons whom shaped the world and
made it into their home using the incredible power of the voice of the grand
one to form minerals, gems, fire, and so many other things. They were the
ones who brought about knowledge and innovation that otherwise would not
have been. They communed with the great one through ways we can only
guess as the temple they used is long destroyed.
With knowledge came free will, the concept of good and evil, right and wrong
and worst of all a darkness that bred in the hearts and minds of the great
dragons. In no short amount of time the world had fallen into chaos and
dragon fought dragon with the powers they had been given leaving great
scars and rifts in the world and bringing sorrow back into the Great Ones life.
Knowing that it could not bring its children back into its heart with this
creeping darkness festering and growing it wept and from the tears sprang
the Ancients, forefathers of everything we know now, who were mighty
warriors and defenders of the planet. Holding greater power still than the
dragons they rose up and fought the darkness back driving it down into the
depths of the word where it slowly faded out of existence leaving the world
to heal while they thrived for a short time.
Terror and fear spread like fire through dead trees as they began to realize
that as they fought they too contracted this darkness and that it was quickly
starting to spread. Knowing they could not let themselves fall to this 'foe'
they fled but to where is unknown. All that remains of them are ruins and
ages old faded artworks, dead languages in tomes that have managed to not
crumble to dust over so many years.
Seeing the pain of every one of his creations as they suffered this loss it
brought the great one down to cry over its creation and striking its massive
presence on the peak of the tallest of the Fractured Mountains the fragile
being shattered like glass and fell to the ground in a great shower leaving
trails of dust and specks high in the sky where it once resided. Even now
the dust and shards glitter above us watching in quiet broken sorrow as we
try to live and avoid the fate of the beings who have come before us.
Sadly we seem to be heading down the same path.
A great rift has formed over many years and now we war with one another
due to our looks, our gods and the way we feel and think while the heavens
are left to watch as this darkness again starts to spread. If we do not act
quickly I fear that the great one will purge this world once more meaning
our end.
It is said that in the beginning there was darkness and a dazzling being made
of many lights and colors, a flawless and all knowing, all powerful being who
longed for companionship outside of its own thoughts, its own dreams and
introspective. Being all knowing and all powerful it reached beside where it
sat in the great nothing and with an eternity of thought beforehand it swept
up in a mighty way that sent nothingness around it swirling to do the
impossible and to become something as it spun into the world we walk today.
However the world created was not enough on its own, and so the creation of
light to better see this world followed by the water that we hold so dear and
the sky for life to breathe, to look to when all hope is lost and to simply know
they are loved and never alone were created. Plant life, the fish and birds,
animals of all sorts were brought about but alas while they were pleasing to
look at they were not what the grand being longed for, they could not speak
with it as it desired, to speak words that were not words, but were things,
time, places, emotions given form in the way of sound.
Knowing that it would take something powerful and wise to be able to speak
as it did, the grand being created the Dragons whom shaped the world and
made it into their home using the incredible power of the voice of the grand
one to form minerals, gems, fire, and so many other things. They were the
ones who brought about knowledge and innovation that otherwise would not
have been. They communed with the great one through ways we can only
guess as the temple they used is long destroyed.
With knowledge came free will, the concept of good and evil, right and wrong
and worst of all a darkness that bred in the hearts and minds of the great
dragons. In no short amount of time the world had fallen into chaos and
dragon fought dragon with the powers they had been given leaving great
scars and rifts in the world and bringing sorrow back into the Great Ones life.
Knowing that it could not bring its children back into its heart with this
creeping darkness festering and growing it wept and from the tears sprang
the Ancients, forefathers of everything we know now, who were mighty
warriors and defenders of the planet. Holding greater power still than the
dragons they rose up and fought the darkness back driving it down into the
depths of the word where it slowly faded out of existence leaving the world
to heal while they thrived for a short time.
Terror and fear spread like fire through dead trees as they began to realize
that as they fought they too contracted this darkness and that it was quickly
starting to spread. Knowing they could not let themselves fall to this 'foe'
they fled but to where is unknown. All that remains of them are ruins and
ages old faded artworks, dead languages in tomes that have managed to not
crumble to dust over so many years.
Seeing the pain of every one of his creations as they suffered this loss it
brought the great one down to cry over its creation and striking its massive
presence on the peak of the tallest of the Fractured Mountains the fragile
being shattered like glass and fell to the ground in a great shower leaving
trails of dust and specks high in the sky where it once resided. Even now
the dust and shards glitter above us watching in quiet broken sorrow as we
try to live and avoid the fate of the beings who have come before us.
Sadly we seem to be heading down the same path.
A great rift has formed over many years and now we war with one another
due to our looks, our gods and the way we feel and think while the heavens
are left to watch as this darkness again starts to spread. If we do not act
quickly I fear that the great one will purge this world once more meaning
our end.