The Universe is vague, however, what’s outside is even more so…
Dimensions are so vast that they are infinite, each one slightly different than the other.
With unlimited potential, everything has a chance to be born, everything has a chance to prosper, everything can possibly live and die.
In one universe magic might be possible, in another spirit or qi. Everything is possible even reincarnation.
A flower can become a god, a dragon can become a slave. A fire can give birth to water and fish can swim in seas of wind. Sunlight can be darker than the glow from the moon, stars can live forever.
However, what if there was a world that was so unique that it had the right conditions for a mountain to be born, to be taken from its stillness state to one that thinks, to one that has desire.
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Year 370 after the primordial explosion…
A man who wears the skins of the animals he hunts lies rest on a great mountain peak, his mind is calm, his heart thumping with great virtue.
The man has wild hair that whipped in the harsh mountain wind, his mind similar in style, chaotic.
The man sat on a rock which overlooked a vast cloudy sea, the mountain was so tall it broke through. He oddly felt like spear-fishing, sadly he knew he was in no condition to do so.
The man had a talon as long as his hand stuck in his heart, it still somehow beat even though injured. The wild man had ambitions and desires, but he completed them long ago, his life was long and arduous. As a pioneer for humanity, he fought countless beings and creatures.
He had invented magical arts through his patience and his connection with nature. He had created the infinite wilderness arts, capable of using the stances of thousands of animals to reach the peak.
Today he had just mastered his final piece, the Dragon Harrowing, a style he has been focusing on for countless years to fight back the oppressive dragonlords who ruled the skies, seas, and lands.
Just yesterday he had killed his nemesis, the Dragon King or as his human race called it, the Demon Lord. Its breath so hot it could probably melt the very mountain he stood on. Finally, he had secured a future for his sons and daughters, for their sons and daughters, and for every family who still struggled.
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Now, his journey was over, he watched as the sun started to set over the horizon with pinks, oranges, blues, and purples blending in a cascade of colors.
He had no more tears left to cry for this moving sight, however, he could now smile. His first smile in a long time.
He sat there smiling, his body refusing to move, even when his heart had stopped beating like a drum.
The mountain seemed silent, no birds, no insects, nothing was there to disturb the man’s final moments, even for dozens of years until the bones that still sat their turn to dust.
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Year 3400, the rise of the first dynasty in the world.
Another man in black robes stood whilst watching a familiar sight, he was a shaman who lived for a thousand years. His powers were mysterious, deadly, and terrifying. However, he and very few else knew that he wasn’t such a horrible person.
He had helped a young teen rise to emperor-hood and more, he had just founded a grand dynasty which stood majestically similar to the mountain he was on. He had spotted this mountain on his travels and was curious about this lonely place. It didn’t have terrifying creatures like many other great mountains, it had very calm forests nearby, there was no interruption from humans and the demon-kin.
He was surprised and thought it would be a great resting place, and a hundred years later, he came back. His goals finished, his life ending, nothing else to tame, not enough time for new magics and curses to come up with. He had his life fulfilled and satisfied.
The Shaman decided to sit on a nearby rock, it was quite comfortable and seemed to welcome him, he could feel an odd sense of comfort coming from the mountain.
The shaman with his final thoughts came to be.
If this mountain embraces me, then I shall embrace the mountain back.
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Year 70,000 Era of elves.
A tall skinny being sat on the comfortable rock which had no faced the difficulties of extreme weather. The rock embraced this elf and the elf was quickly lulled into comfort.
He was a royal assassin, one that protected majesties and mistresses. His kill count matched the number of black ravens that filled his back. They were hidden beneath his simple grey clothes that elves rarely wore.
He didn’t have a weapon on him for the first time in years, yet he felt safe nonetheless.
He thought of his life and was satisfied. He was with few regrets and many accomplishments, he knew he would be able to embrace his lover once again soon.
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Year… Age of dwarves… a master miner found this mountain in his youth and cherished this untapped beauty.
Year… Age of magic… a peak wizard who battled gods for fun and invented games to play with his wizened friends hummed a song.
Age of Truth… a scholar and monk sat reading a novel he read when he was young, his crystal glasses kept shining with the bright sunset, just like his head.
Age of Terror… a reaper who culled countless foes and enemies played with a rock which flowed between his fingers like a centipede, he had many sighs.
Age of adventure… a mercenary drank the last of his flask, on his shoulder stood the pelt of a thundergod wolf, its head still terrifying and its eyes still shone with sparkling electricity. The man’s eyes were dark and seemed to reflect the void, yet his smile shone and matched the beauty of the sunset.
Age of Fallen Gods… an old man who seemed kind and gentle sat with a wooden stick in his hands, his beard reached the floor. His eyes were covered by a cloth. He seemed to be reminiscing, chuckling with a smile. Even though blind, he still was looking at the sunset. On his white robe stood a token, on it was an eclipse.
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Year 23,450,000 also known as the fifth Epoch or era and some called it the Age of Chaos…
The stone which had comforted nine people in all of its time since being created by nature… shook.
Instead of a sunset though, it was the sun rising and the stone glowed in its warmth.