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Prologue

The gods, as they tended to do, were having a lively debate.

Usually, when gods fought, it tended to be about increasingly mundane things until it devolved into yelling about the way even one of them parted their hair. This time, it was about a planet at war. Neither the name nor location of this body were important. Really, it was a proof of concept between the gods of war and peace.

Wojan, the god of war, was of the mind that if you made a planted designed to be split in two, then put humans on it, it would devolve into chaos. Him being correct in this matter meant nothing, but this little project took up the attention of nearly all the gods. This tiny experiment had torn the gods apart as well as the human inhabitants of the planet.

As one was made in the others’ image, both the gods and humans split in the same way. They were separated by thought process. In brain function, the sides of the brain perform different processes of the brain. The right was creativity, and the left was logic. The god of peace, Mir, led the right and Wojan the left, similar to how King Kaniys led the right, the kingdom of Pancis, and Aris the Kind led the left, the kingdom of Wernia. The only thing that saved the people was the construction of a massive divide in the form of dense woodland, mountains, oceans, and deserts in a ring around the middle.

The neutral gods, few as they may be, took no part in this fight. Bystanders as they were, they formed a committee for themselves. As the rest watched the spectacle of one planet, the neutrals understood their role. They had to stop this planet by destroying it or uniting it. A myriad of solutions were available, but fewer would let them keep their godhood. They could’ve removed the dense forest that separated the two and forced them to duke it out, they could cast godly lightning and kill one of the sides themselves, or they could just blow up the planet. The key was to leave no trace. The gods needed a hero.

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Now, deliberating one person to be the savior of the gods in such a way that none were found out was not an easy feat. Any interference by one god would be an admittance of defeat for that particular side. That is, if it were discovered. They needed a hero who was passive enough to not let the two other sides find out that he was artificially introduced, but they needed someone who would eventually make a choice. A person of neutrality, but a man of action. Someone who would not just cave to one side, but someone who needed to not predilections to the other.

The search became a game in of itself. A few supposedly neutral gods found it abhorrent that a hero could be chosen who would endorse chaos. They were shown the door. When the more chaotic of the bunch laughed at their expulsion, they followed suit. Only the truly neutral were present. After hours of debate, it was narrowed down to one condition.

A coin flip.

After narrowing it down to the most eligible candidates, any other minutia seemed unnecessary. It was reasoned that, if the gods could not interfere with the chosen hero’s actions after his placement, why should their decisions be the final die thrown before his placement. Gibem, the leader of the neutrality party looked to his peers. A wordless nod was shared amongst them. A simple coin, was thrown. It spun in the air, twirling around. The gods held their breath. Gibem caught it in his hand. His giant fist slowly opened, the coin glinted in the torchlight of the meeting chamber. An O faced the stone ceiling. They turned and slowly filed out. There was work to be done.

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