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===Prologue===
A few pages from the textbook of a student. Only words ornament the pages and it’s almost as if one must squint to read the letters.
…and so it was that in the year 2006 A.D., humans located and contacted the first celestial being—what was formerly known as an alien. The beings gladly received the invitation of man and descended, incognito, to our planet in hopes to further kinship and a mutual brotherhood between the two races.
At least, that had been their understanding.
The problem was, these celestial beings were of such limited intellect that they could not comprehend that the rooms given to them were cages; that the diplomats and leaders they so wanted to talk to would never come; that the people who smiled and pointed and laughed outside the gl*** wanted not communion between the two, but entertainment.
One of these celestial beings, an alien named Sgird, called Sputnik by the humans (in a perverted parody of the first object in space), escaped. While he himself was not of particularly high intelligence himself, his thought process was good enough to ensure that one day he would rise to be a leader—a savior to his people and an abomination to the human race.
Sgird was intelligent enough to see that something was amiss and tried to call for reinforcements, only to find that his communicator had been disabled. Nothing that a few quick problems couldn’t fix, however, and by stealing the right tools he was able to make it fully functional once again.
He managed to release a few other aliens and, in an attempt to overthrow their oppression, were brutally murdered. Even the phasers that they had managed to steal back were no match for those procured by the humans, who had dis***embled the alien design and modified their own weapons, making them better. We shall cover this more in Chapter 4c.
Having heard the situation and distress call from their companions, the aliens touched down and demanded their release. When the humans declined to do so, they fired. It was with that first shot that the Earthian Wars were begun, of which this was the first battle. More information is available in Chapter 3 of this text.
The aliens were driven easily back, however, and retreated in shame; but little beknownst to the humans it was within fifty years of their time (approximately two human years) that a much stronger race of celestial beings reached out and, in turn, embraced this weaker race. Thanks to millions of years of development these beings were far more mentally, physically, and technologically advanced than the humans. They perhaps saw a younger kinship in this oppressed race and offered their brotherhood—in return, their beings would be granted a part of the Earth to reside on when the humans had been eliminated. The treaty was readily accepted by the smaller race.
It is only in contemporary times that we have come to find that the stronger aliens had no such ideas of “brotherhood” and “kinship”; they viewed the weaker race only as a shield for themselves, a way of thinning the human race before they invaded. We will discuss later on several other theories.
Whatever the reason, the humans were completely caught off guard by this new technology in the hands of their old enemy. Humans gathered to fight; but bit by bit, though they barely won a handful of wars, we were driven back into a small wooded area dedicated to the divinities, their numbers going shockingly from seven billion to just a few thousand. The particular colony in question was numbered a few hundred people.
The hideout was found out, however, and the aliens invaded. Certain victory was ensured.
But something curious happened when the last alien had taken a step into that forest; a great light came forth from the trees, the earth. It was a power comforting to the humans, washing over them and making them feel safe.
When the light receded, the aliens were no longer there; all that remained were piles of fine white ash that were carried away forever by the wind. This was the first instance of a goddess making itself known to mortals, although it would be some time before the truth of the matter came to light.
The group of humans had a small while to celebrate their “victory;” however, it soon became apparent, as reality set in, that this war was far from over. The celestial beings, they had concluded, could not have advanced that quickly. The only solution for their rapid advancement was a much more competent race. They were going to be back.
And the humans would have to be ready.
It was around this time that a small group of humans, many of them who had been leaders at one point, rediscovered the Elves. Once cast out during the Middle Ages when magic was thought to be “the Devil’s work,” this group of intellectuals saw the amazing potential in the subtle but powerful magic the Elves used in their everyday life.
After conversing with their new allies, the humans found that the Elves were not the only race; in fact, the small group they had come upon was only part of a greater population that had been sent out to recover five other races that had been sealed away by their respective Goddesses—just as they had been before the Goddess in the forest had been activated.
The year is now 2020. A great school of magic, founded by an Elf named Dante Araquenosse with the help of surrounding humans, was constructed in order to aid the revival of the respective races and awaken the Goddesses in preparation of the impending invasion. Thanks to the research of a young human, a cure for a biological disease carried by the celestial beings has been found, and with the addition of a science section to the school we come to the modern-day ShinKami School of Saviors, whose primary goal….
===Prologue===
A few pages from the textbook of a student. Only words ornament the pages and it’s almost as if one must squint to read the letters.
…and so it was that in the year 2006 A.D., humans located and contacted the first celestial being—what was formerly known as an alien. The beings gladly received the invitation of man and descended, incognito, to our planet in hopes to further kinship and a mutual brotherhood between the two races.
At least, that had been their understanding.
The problem was, these celestial beings were of such limited intellect that they could not comprehend that the rooms given to them were cages; that the diplomats and leaders they so wanted to talk to would never come; that the people who smiled and pointed and laughed outside the gl*** wanted not communion between the two, but entertainment.
One of these celestial beings, an alien named Sgird, called Sputnik by the humans (in a perverted parody of the first object in space), escaped. While he himself was not of particularly high intelligence himself, his thought process was good enough to ensure that one day he would rise to be a leader—a savior to his people and an abomination to the human race.
Sgird was intelligent enough to see that something was amiss and tried to call for reinforcements, only to find that his communicator had been disabled. Nothing that a few quick problems couldn’t fix, however, and by stealing the right tools he was able to make it fully functional once again.
He managed to release a few other aliens and, in an attempt to overthrow their oppression, were brutally murdered. Even the phasers that they had managed to steal back were no match for those procured by the humans, who had dis***embled the alien design and modified their own weapons, making them better. We shall cover this more in Chapter 4c.
Having heard the situation and distress call from their companions, the aliens touched down and demanded their release. When the humans declined to do so, they fired. It was with that first shot that the Earthian Wars were begun, of which this was the first battle. More information is available in Chapter 3 of this text.
The aliens were driven easily back, however, and retreated in shame; but little beknownst to the humans it was within fifty years of their time (approximately two human years) that a much stronger race of celestial beings reached out and, in turn, embraced this weaker race. Thanks to millions of years of development these beings were far more mentally, physically, and technologically advanced than the humans. They perhaps saw a younger kinship in this oppressed race and offered their brotherhood—in return, their beings would be granted a part of the Earth to reside on when the humans had been eliminated. The treaty was readily accepted by the smaller race.
It is only in contemporary times that we have come to find that the stronger aliens had no such ideas of “brotherhood” and “kinship”; they viewed the weaker race only as a shield for themselves, a way of thinning the human race before they invaded. We will discuss later on several other theories.
Whatever the reason, the humans were completely caught off guard by this new technology in the hands of their old enemy. Humans gathered to fight; but bit by bit, though they barely won a handful of wars, we were driven back into a small wooded area dedicated to the divinities, their numbers going shockingly from seven billion to just a few thousand. The particular colony in question was numbered a few hundred people.
The hideout was found out, however, and the aliens invaded. Certain victory was ensured.
But something curious happened when the last alien had taken a step into that forest; a great light came forth from the trees, the earth. It was a power comforting to the humans, washing over them and making them feel safe.
When the light receded, the aliens were no longer there; all that remained were piles of fine white ash that were carried away forever by the wind. This was the first instance of a goddess making itself known to mortals, although it would be some time before the truth of the matter came to light.
The group of humans had a small while to celebrate their “victory;” however, it soon became apparent, as reality set in, that this war was far from over. The celestial beings, they had concluded, could not have advanced that quickly. The only solution for their rapid advancement was a much more competent race. They were going to be back.
And the humans would have to be ready.
It was around this time that a small group of humans, many of them who had been leaders at one point, rediscovered the Elves. Once cast out during the Middle Ages when magic was thought to be “the Devil’s work,” this group of intellectuals saw the amazing potential in the subtle but powerful magic the Elves used in their everyday life.
After conversing with their new allies, the humans found that the Elves were not the only race; in fact, the small group they had come upon was only part of a greater population that had been sent out to recover five other races that had been sealed away by their respective Goddesses—just as they had been before the Goddess in the forest had been activated.
The year is now 2020. A great school of magic, founded by an Elf named Dante Araquenosse with the help of surrounding humans, was constructed in order to aid the revival of the respective races and awaken the Goddesses in preparation of the impending invasion. Thanks to the research of a young human, a cure for a biological disease carried by the celestial beings has been found, and with the addition of a science section to the school we come to the modern-day ShinKami School of Saviors, whose primary goal….
