Informational
----The Story of the Atlantean and the Culten Empires have been changed through generations. The ancestors told their children, and those children told theirs, and the cycle went on and on. Though, the story of the empires have been changed as time went on, the true story has not been told for numerous centuries..
-[The Beginning]-
----Tale after tale, the true story behind the warring empires were changed. The truth had disappeared and had been forgotten. Modern day people had forgotten the true meaning of what they were fighting for, now they fight because of hatred and stupidity. Centuries ago, when the land was filled with delicacy, peace, and harmony, a young prince was declared King of Atlantis. This young king was named Damascus III. The people of Atlantis loved Damascus, he was praised and people were quite loyal to him. Damascus was at a young age of twenty when he was proclaimed King. Though, in every story, there was at least something wrong: The Cult. The Cult was a group of people who disliked the royalty of Atlantis; they were monstrous people. They raided the city, the forests, and harmed everyone in their way.
The military of Atlantis did their best to keep the Cult out of harm's way. They fought in the village and killed their men as men were sacrificed and city monuments were destroyed. This went on for years, but one day, Damascus III had had enough. The young king and the leader of The Cult Organization, Manifesto planned and arranged a meeting in the Fields of Aruguay. Camp was set up on opposite sides of the immense field. In the middle, the two groups met. Damascus and Manifesto had a long conversation and while their armies were on their specific camp, the two Generals were accompanied by two of their most trusted men. They argued, but did not fight. It finally came to a point where both groups agreed on something and finally did a treaty.
The treaty lasted quite long and the hatred between them had dissolved and peace once again reigned. Not long ago, a treasure by an ancient civilization was said to be found off the coast of the continent. It was in an island that floated on the ocean. It was directly in the middle of the continent, but not on land, it was in the water. The Cult and the Atlantean Army came to the site, but was greeted with something unexpected. The treasure wasn't an item. It was, in fact, a person. This person was chained against a gigantic tree that stood in the middle of the large island. He looked very aged and weak, but his terrifying shrieks of pain and horror were loud as if he were an infant.
-[The Monster]-
---Nobody dared try and touch this man. He spoke a different language, one that nobody knew. His skin was pale white, his eyes were golden, and his hair was long and dirty. His teeth were yellow and rusty and he smelled like a hundred corpses. They were a yard away from the man when they saw him. When Manifesto looked for one of his men to go closer to the man, none but one stepped forward. This young man was brave, he walked up to the enraged stranger, but as soon as he came close to at least three or four feet. The young soldier fell to the ground. Everyone gasped, their eyes open wide and lost in thought. They had no idea on how this happened. The stranger did not even touch the young soldier, but only stare.
One of the solider, interpreted to be one of the dead man's friend, charged forward towards the stranger with tears in his eyes. He unsheathed his weapon and prepared for a strike, but instead, he threw his weapon to the stranger. The sword shot forward with speed, then stabbed the stranger. The other end of the sword could be seen, sticking out of his back. The stranger smiled then laughed. The soldier that charged was shocked and shook his head, then all of a sudden, blood started to spurt out of his chest, and blood trickled down his mouth. Where the stranger was stabbed, the soldier was bleeding on the same spot as well.
Thus, the whole army was yet again, surprised. No one knew how this happened. Some sort of magical power of some sort, or ritual by the strange human being. Finally the stranger spoke, this time in a language that they all understood. The words were of death. Everyone retreated, but as soon as they got back to their ships, they found out that their ships were devastated. Every single one, pieces were on the sand, water, falling from the air. Unexpectedly, the creature from before appeared behind the army and cackled loudly. The whole army had no choice but to fight, Manifesto and Damascus fought as well.
Sadly, they all lost, but no one died. Everyone was injured, not a single scratch was made on the human-like creature. His skin was now gray and his eyes were red. His hair turned short and white. He was transforming. His aged appearance disappeared and was replaced by a young and handsome structure. The evil smile on his face, people thought that he was the God of Death. The now-young creature controlled the army, as if they were puppets. They all returned to the main land. But, instead of returning to Atlantis, they went on the other side of the continent, and there, they constructed an opposite empire: The Culten. It was named after the Cult.
Damascus and Manifesto were able to break free from the puppet-controlling monster and returned to Atlantis. There, they raised and strengthened their army. War broke out between the two empires. Years went by and as Damascus and Manifesto aged, the powers of the Culten seemed to weaken as well.
-[The Return]-
--- As years went on, and war continued. Finally, the Atlanteans have won. The creature grew old and withered. He was killed in battle, but his army continued to fight. The people in his army served him with loyalty, they were not being controlled anymore. These people were not the army from the Atlanteans and the Cult Organization, they were actually people from the other side of the continent who disliked the Atlantean ways. People forgot to what they were fighting for before: peace. But now, they only fought for hatred. It isn't exactly an important matter, but to the royalty of both empires, it was.
Damascus was married and gained three sons and two daughters. Manifesto became wedded as well and as the years went by, he gained two sons and a daughter. The Culten Empire's Royalty Family was also said to have gained sons and daughters that took over their supposed father. Or so called, the God of Death. Princes and Princesses fought along in battles, Kings and Queens fought as well. Some died, some lived. Some had to pass on their crown to the next heir of the throne. The monarchy continued.
The people of both empires loved their own. Atlanteans loved Atlantis' Royalty, and Cultaneans loved Culten's Royalty. Though, both empires still hated each other. Whenever treasure was found, they fought for it. Whenever land was available, they killed each other for it. It was pure hatred towards each other and everyone knows that this shall never be healed. The lives that were lost shall never be replaced and healed. The pain and suffering that happened cannot be taken away as well. There was always a way for hatred between these two empires and never a way for peace. Thus, the land was continued to be filled with war.
The war got to a point where both empires had stopped, though that was until centuries later. Both empires ceased, though a peace treaty did not occur. They continued to hate each other. One day, a large explosion occurred in the middle of the continent. Both armies of the empire met each other there. Another war almost broke out, but instead, they worked together to find what had happened. No one knew nor found the reason for the explosion.
Though peace was made, the hatred dissolved and people from both sides agreed on the treaty, over ninety percent of the population from each side agreed on the treaty, very few declined it. The few were the people who never accepted change. People should accept change, as it occurs in their everyday life..
