The Neverending World

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Prologue

Part I

Introduction

So a new era begins.

To the dearest of them all, the most powerful yet humble of all, I sincerely and most deeply apologize for writing to you on this modestly sad day. Please forgive me. I ask for your deepest sympathy, my greatest of Lords.

I write to you on the day of the High-Kings rule before the Awakening of the Anir IV recess.

Today marks the CCCX Awakening. I hope this letter reaches you as fast as the Seven Griffins fly. For it is with the utmost importance that this letter reaches you with great haste, dearest Elliot IV, Son of the great King Elliiot III, Champion of the Hyrule Crusade II - the mightiest of the crusades to have ever existed on Dystesia.

My brightest and mightiest Lord, you must ride to Ristalin of the Great Four Realms in Juniper with the speediest might you can conjure.

The Twelve Rules of Amos are at great peril. And with your greatest wits and the Anir's power in your purest of blood. We, no I . . . hope that I see this greatest calamity amended.

You are the greatest King's son.

My deepest and sincerest regards,

Sir Conwrathe V, Arm of the Great Lord Charles III.

Tick . . . tock. . . The clock tick-tocks. 'Oh, how that'll be a fun time indeed. Don't you agree, Louise?' Moved his Castle chess piece to the A1 square of the chessboard. Then the gentleman gazes through the icy-glazed window of ginormous proportions. He firmly gazes over into the lightly tainted blue sky, inundated with pure white clouds. The lady on the other side of the elegantly chiselled chessboard maintains her quiet composure. And moves her white Pawn next to his Bishop. 'It will be a fun run, my Lord . . . ' she says softly, staring at the board.

A hundred birds flew passed the giant window where the two bourgeoisie siblings were playing their game of the evening. The gust could be felt from within their room from the sheer power of the bluebirds flying past. Curtains flapping about, the fire from the fireplace waved violently and the cat's ears pricked right up. Tick . . . tock.

And the risks rise.

The huge gates flung wide open. 'My Lord! My Lord!' A scruffy man, huffing and puffing bursted into the great hall. His arms collapsed to his knees, where his hands rested - attempting to breathe. 'My King, my Lord. Oh strongest of them all, I have seen 200 of them. Coming along the Paths of Unduin, along the East!'

The great hall was silent. The King sat on his throne made of dark gold, with many carvings of creatures and people bowing to a Lord of some sort at the peak of the throne. He sat idle, staring blankly at the man that charged in. Fiddling his thumb and finger around, blinking once or twice. The King had glassy eyes, a giant nose and eye sockets that drooped, displaying the red hue underneath. Sometimes his eyes would start to become teary-eyed. For a while, it was complete silence and they all waited for their King to speak. The King then swished a hand towards a small door by the far side of the hall on the left. Another man started sprinting through that door, closing it behind him rather loudly. Then another ran across one side of the room to the other, conversing with an old person in long brown robes with a symbol of an X shape, around his neck tied on a piece of string. The elite squadron of guards (which were of Second-Born blood of Men. Not only this but also trained from birth by the Draconic bloodlines of Rahr, from the far, far away Eastern lands less commonly known to the Common-Folk, the prestigious blood that flourishes in the martial arts of Rahrcule. Which was extremely fast - agile, deadly, and most of all harnessed special magic) that lined the walls on either side stood idle, but you could see they were concerned as well and acutely focused on any minute detail the King swayed their way. Then the old-robed gentleman talked to another beside him, and that man ran over to the staircase where the throne was placed and the King sat. He then bowed slowly pulled out an arm stretched straight out to his right, and waited for a response from the King. The Lord did not bother to look at this man and continued to look as if he was in a dream of sorts, staring off into the distance through a tiny hole at the other far side of the hall. Some there were sweating, and some were quietly talking amongst themselves in an extremely soft whisper. But other than that, the hall remained silent.

All that rises, will fall.

The strong horse, chiselled as stone galloped through the forests of Lasin, South of Dwarn - the Northern Capital of Men in the Northern continents, Laru, Ausgarnia and Felos, home to Common Folk of Yor. The brown rider quickly looked behind him and three other black riders were chasing him - getting closer by the second. 'Hurry!' The rider yelled. The horse took off even faster than before, gnarling and heavily puffing, steam emitted from out of the large horse's nostrils. Rampaging through dense bush and smashing thick logs as it continued its way through the forest. The other black-robed riders were drawing nearer and drew out their set of kunai. Then flung it through the air, and another followed shortly after, and then another kunai. The rider ducked, but one grazed the side of his calve. He grunted and pressed on 'Hurry Aladro--!' Before he could finish what he was saying, he coughed out blood, and let out a wheeze afterwards. 'Fuck.' One of the black riders shot a piercing arrow, right through the horse's buttocks. The horse ceased and tripped over itself - letting out a loud moan. The rider fell with it. But luckily sliding from out of the heavy horse's body, flinging forward. The rider saw one of the black riders stopping and the other two continued riding towards him. He sprang behind his injured horse as an arrow flew through the air and into the horse once again. The rider took out a dagger, holding it to his face, the steam from out of his mouth covered the blade of the dagger, creating a fog. His balding head, long and greasy was stuck completely on the sides of his face. The two black riders walked closer to the injured horse where the dagger-wielding man hid behind. He could hear those two drawing closer, the leaves crunching with each step they took. They had large two-handed swords, with the blade's edges waving in and out from top to bottom.

A swinging blade came heavily down into the horse's body, killing the horse as it impaled it. The rider jumped out and swung his dagger into the black man's head. Blood gushed out, and the other black-robed figure swang its sword into the waist of the rider. The belt he wore blunted the impact but not by much. He was hurt badly, blood ran down his leg, and it felt as if he had wet himself. The rider collapsed shortly after and the black man swung his blade again over his head into the top of the rider's head. The rider quickly sprung out from the blade's direction and swept his other leg out from behind the black rider's feet. Knocking him a little. The dark figure quickly got his footing again but the dagger stuck deep into the stomach of the black-robed man. Winded and hurt by the puncture. The man dropped to the muddy ground. Blood dripping from his stomach like a runny nose of blood. The rider then stuck him again into the back and kicked him down completely.

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But all that fall may have another turn.

Apocalyptic tsunamis split in two, the ground of the ocean could be seen from where the young boy hovered in the air, from where he manipulated the huge sea. Sailing ships, as huge as castles scattered from afar, trying their hardest to escape the great hole in the ocean. Rock-hard rain came gushing down from the dark grey clouds above. The seamen of the West Seas were being flung over their ships as they struggled to tighten ropes around their large vessels. The boy hovering from far away floating in the middle of the split sea had eyes that glowed a bright blue, almost white. His blue robes flapped wildly and his hair was as if he was deep under the sea, floating aimlessly around. He raised his hands slowly above his shoulders. 'He's goin' to do it!' A seaman yelled out, but nobody could hear his voice over the loudness of the explosive storm above and the thundering claps striking down into the ocean. A huge meteor-sized boulder came down from the sky passing through the heavy clouds. Shadowing every vessel and the sea itself. It was as if it had suddenly become midnight.

The boy vanished. And the boulder came plummeting down, crushing everything in sight in the blink of an eye. Suddenly everything around was silent. The ocean was back to normal and the clouds dissipated as well as the granite-piercing rain. Sea birds started to fly back, fishes were returning and everything was back to normal, as if nothing at all had happened.

Or cease to exist.

Three gems lay dormant in the depths of the Underworlds. Three others in Dystesia's central continents. And five more scattered and lost.

Will they return to their mother, the tree? Or will our fate eventually die?

'Tommy!' A woman yelled out from her thatch-roofed hut. 'Tommy!' She yelled out again. An orange-haired boy came running inside, freckles covered his nose, scruffy looking were his hair and shoes and clothes - raggedy overalls.

'Yes, mum?' He said. Looking up at her, scratching his nose.

'Dinner, darling.' She smiled in return holding out a wooden bowl, placing it down on a wooden poorly made table. She then wiped her hands on her raggedy wine-coloured dress that had faint floral patterns over it. She smiled again, pulling a stool from out under the table and raised her hand out pointing to the food. Tommy skipped to the table and smiled 'Thank you, mum! Love you.' He said to her. And then started eating the leafy soup meal with bits of beef in it.

The woman then went outside and hung up some wet clothes on a piece of rope hanging from the hat to a wooden pole outside. Chickens ran wild, and pigs played in the mud as peasants walked by nodding in her general direction. She returned them with a smile or a "how do you". It was a bright, sunny day but the ground was wet soil, muddy and dirty with all sorts of footprints scattering the muddy paths along people's wooden spiky fences. 'Hello, ma'am. How do you on this nice day?' A man asked her. Taking off his straw hat and holding it close to his chest.

'Oh you know . . . ' She said, letting out a sigh 'Just dandy, John,' she said smiling his way. But her eyes told a different story. Something was weighing her down but she did not let him see it. She continued hanging up some hemp-made pants, holy and still dirty and wet. 'Fine day for hanging up these filthy clothes!' She said to him, turning her head towards the man, grinning.

He let out a polite laugh and replied 'Why yes it is, ma'am. A fine day for it certainly'. He looked concerned as he finished speaking. But then put his hat back on his head and walked off and said "Goodbye and have a great day".

The land was wide and there were no mountains in sight. No trees or any other protuberant scenery could be seen at all. The only thing that stood out was the village Little Bottle, for miles ahead. And even that did not stand out if you were far away enough. Little Bottle was so tucked away far in the West of Dystisia, very far away from even the West Seas as well as the Northern Men of Dwarn. Closer to the Southern lands of Dystisia.

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Far, far away lands lived elves and dwarves

Mortal, what have you learned?

The elves spoke in many tongues, and none were a common tongue to speak in. Rather they would mix and match with what they were trying to articulate as well as they possibly could. Most of the Swissolai High-Elves of the Outer Realms in the Higher Planes had silver-long hair and pale eyes, glowing white skin. They never slept, nor ate and were refined in every possible way better than the Men of Yor, Grahn and the High Folk even. They were graceful, elegant and beyond anything else very mysterious to Common Folk and High Folk. The only Men who did not see the mystery in the High-Elves of Swissolai were First-Born and Second-Born of Men mostly. But most Men considered Elves in general to be unordinary and "weird".

Then there were the three other High-Elven races. The Loosee, Lelvens and the Ashnar. Loosee were known for their blonde hair, whilst Ashnar for their black long hair, which usually fell to their feet. The Lelven's hair was typically hues of orange and red, some were brown. Lelvens inhabit the Higher Planes from the very North-Western sides, in the lands of Lelvendom. They are characterized by their woodland ways of living. Natural hunters, elegant with their bows, sophisticated and wise for their ways with nature. Ashnar for their belligerence. Loosee for their peaceful, diplomatic thought and religions. These four were known as the High-Elves.

The Dwarves were of the same stature as the Elves to Men. Dwarves were strong and as hard as a rock. Clever and politically inclined - mostly capitalistic. They were brilliant at business and convincing things their way. High-Dwarves were even more brighter than their usual cousins - the Stone Dwarves and the Granite Dwarves, as well as even the Tarhken Dwarves and the Ahshkuri Dwarves, which were more clever at their ways of acting on business. High-Dwarves were giants compared to their cousins. Huge and bulky, strong as Trolls, as fast as Griffins. High-Dwarves lived deep in the dark depths of the Underworlds, living in the Dark Mountains of Orohn. They were legends amongst Common-Folk and the majority of the other races that inhabited Dystisia.

There is magic in even the smallest of places.

The tree. The living and growing tree known as The Neverending World is where everything dwelled, big and small. Dystesia were the main central continents, the main primary land where most of everything lived. Beyond the scope of Dystesia were the Lost Lands, Forgotten Lands, the Underworlds, the Heavens, and the Gates of the Anir. The Anir were the first to exist and therefore, create the world with which everyone knows. Edon was then born. To help the Anir and after, Angels were created to help the Edon. And it grew and grew, for millions upon millions of lifetimes.

Eventually, High-Elves came to be and High-Dwarves, and then the First-Born - which were the first kind of Men. Other species were born amongst High-Elves, High-Dwarves and the First-Born. Like the Onun who were little people with pointy long ears and were shy. There were also other smaller species such as Hebloms. They were green-skinned and tiny in comparison to even the Onun. They lived deep in the dense jungles of Dystesia. With their skin changing to different pigments of the green hue. Living in holes of trees typically. The Lost Children of Aos were another bizarre First-Folk that lived in Dystesia, and Edonic Dragons as well. Then weird animalistic creatures like Minotaurs, Griffins, Phoenix and so on lived amongst First-Folk.

There was vegetation that was the first to ever exist and "live" on The Neverending World. Plants are so old that there are no records that can date their origins. Insects and fish as well can date back beyond the writings of the High-Elves.

Some are nameless and ageless in this world, young souls.

On a faraway island on the continent of Woodren, was a gigantic tree that was from the Oak line of tree flora, commonly known to the Elves as one of the Wise Oak trees (a direct link to the ancient native tree flora which is called Heavoe which were around when the first lines of Swissolai High-Elves were born. Some may consider the Heavoe flora to be even older than the High-Elves), that covered the whole of the island known as the realms of Wood-Elves - Entrant the Seven-Kingdoms. Housing mostly Wood-Elves and various other small critters such as Pixies and Gnomes as well as the more shy Fae. The Wood-Elves were known for craftsmanship and their more grounded ways of living in harmony with the world. Wood-Elves are long-lost cousins of the Lelven. The business of Builder Co. Was a prominent company not only in Entrant. But also around the far Eastern lands of Woodren, home mostly to Elves, Dwarves, Goblins, Orcs and various other less significant species. Like Half-Breeds - Men of Icil, the Gnorn, Gnoll and also the home of the Vampyric Capital - Daekulai.

And this concludes Part I of the introductions.