The world of Dwelynthade..
Where did it all begin? What are the origins of the three great beasts and the
three lesser beasts known as the Gevali and the Huezole. where does it all fit and collide?
It begins here…
Many ages ago the world was on the brink of utter darkness, a place of chaos and imbalance before it all began. Beasts at constant odds with one another, and shadows in the edges of sight waiting to devour each other whole. There was no hope, for the death of the last good soul, King Valliant the IX, a mystical man of unknown race or origin and power, had left the world in shambles and the darkness that prevailed the land was all that anyone knew to be real.
But little did the darkness know that King Valliant had other plans and upon his death left a single small seed behind, one tiny seed that would change everything. The seed was buried with him in the Tomb of Higher, the last known place of peace where the souls of the old ones could rest. As the land grew blind by their anger and fear, and war broke out over the Higher Providence, the seed took root.
The final battle known as the War of Dwelynthade reached the land of Higher, and the six armies met against one another just above the fabled Tomb. Blood was spilled and lives were taken by many, some simply were lost in the fervor and the fray, killing friend and foe alike. Some had lost their mind and redemption, the veil of darkness that had its steely clutches sunk into the world and its people enslaving them. But The heaving mass of Claws and teeth, of wings and fur and the glint of bloody armor was at its end, and the Evil that reigned had reached the end of its time.
Suddenly from beneath the ground a rumble that shook the combatants off of their feet started, and a bright yet chilled light illuminated everything and everyone around. The spirit of King Valliant and the rest of his fore fathers had merged into one, and set fourth the creation and cleansing of the grounds of Higher from the seed. As the rumble stopped and the pale light faded, they all found themselves standing in the heart of a strange and beautiful forest, one unlike any of them had ever seen!
The Dragons in all of their vast memories could not recall a place such as this, and the phoenixes and Unicorns had no explanation for what was before them. Even the lesser beasts, the Equa, The Finroa and the Lagomati were silent and in awe of what lay around them. A tree grew from where the dead had laid, one for each tree and before them in the very heart of this forest grew a great tree from the tiny seed, the tree of Serenity. The sun was about to rise in this deep hollow and everything was still cast in shades of blue, only a small glint of silvery light hung through the trees.
The forest and its presence, though daylight was coming still felt of a soothing gentle night, and its purity had washed the Evil back into its prison, and pressed the shadows back to where they belonged. Upon the first beams of sunlight that pierced through the wood came a figure of a man, with eyes as blue as the ocean and hair as chilling as ice. He was accompanied by three beast spirits, One of a pale blue hawk that would balance the skies, one of a pure white rabbit that would balance the earth and its spirit and one of a flaming salamander that would balance the elements and power.
It was there that they came to know this man by the name Corziel, and their war as well as the anger and fear were finally over. It is from here that it all started, the forest haven known as Lunar Serenity became a home for all who swore away their hate and bitterness, those who were oathed to peace could live with one another in harmony. The world balanced and each of the six races were given a place in the world that belonged only to them, where they could continue life the way it was meant to be.
Though the war of Dwelynthade was over, those who did not live in Lunar Serenity were not always peaceful. For in every existence there must be a balance, a dark to the light in order to stay stable. So from time to time, there is still a civil spat or the Dragons butting heads with the Phoenixes as it should be. But never again will the world of Dwelynthade be consumed by Darkness and evil, to stain the ground with the crimson of their brethren as they once did…
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Or will it?
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