In a cave full of water, an ancient artifact sits undisturbed and still upon the water. Slow, pulsating ripples emanated from it. If one was to describe this artifact, then they would say that it looked akin to a chalice or a goblet, made out of gold and engraved with intricate runic letters that when read correctly stated the pervious owner’s name; Alesteir. 

The artifact, once a wellspring of mana, slowly began to lose its power and luster over the years. In contrast however, the water in the cave as well as the creek that leads into it began to look clearer and cleaner.  

As the chalice was losing its last vestiges of power, the pace of the ripples that were pulsating were getting quicker and quicker. The water inside the cave no longer tranquil, instead it starting to rotate. At this point, a whirlpool was formed with the chalice at its center while waves of vast amounts of mana were still being emanated rapidly from the chalice.  

A quiet sound; which sounded much like a heartbeat, began to echo throughout the cave matching the frequency of the waves of mana. Soon this heartbeat started to grow louder and louder until it drowned out the sound of the churning waves inside the cave. Then all of a sudden, the pulses stopped and the waters stilled. The once glorious chalice now looked worn and lacked any of the previous luster that it had previously.  The chalice fell into the water and sunk to the bottom.  While all of this was happening, the heartbeat was still proceeding at an accelerated rate until it too stopped suddenly.  

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Without any notice to the world, or even the gods that ruled it, a new being came to be. 

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I do not know when I came to, nor when I could think. I was always there watching the world, watching the animals that came to me for my essence, observing the plants that grow using me, as well as watching the changing of nature which either hurts me or gifts me more of my essence.  I can “feel” the fish swimming through me which is a pleasant “feeling”. I can feel the animals and plants stealing my essence, in which “I feel” discomforted by. Overloaded by all of these new-found senses I lose myself staring at an object inside of me. Looking at this object comforts me and makes me “feel”......at home.  

Looking around the object, I see that Its located in a cave, which also means that I own it. Scanning around the cave, I see that its full of small plants and pointy rocks. There is however, a sizeable area of dry ground inside. For some reason I have a sudden urge to drown that land, to cover it with myself in show of dominance. Not knowing how to do so, the urge escaped me. Bored with the cave, I looked to the other side of me opposite the cav. I feel more essence flowing into me, or rather more water from this narrow place. As the water crashes against me, it slowly become incorporated into me, making me grow in size and makes me feel great. I feel a sense of power being stored within me. As I reach out to this power within me, I lose awareness once more....