Aim.
Somewhere in the kingdom of Asuris.
A group of kids were running in the streets of a small town heading into an old looking building, this building belonged to the Greymoores, the keepers of history. Most of the Greymoores had already moved to other cities but the old Tomen Greymoore and his grandson still lived here. The kids were going to the old man to hear another one of his stories from long ago. Today they were interested in hearing about the gods and the old "Great wars" as people called them. The old man Tomen was sitting in his library writing his book when the kids came in.
"So, you want to learn about the gods eh. Well I suppose it's my duty as an elder to teach the younglins about our world and its history, so listen closely I'll only tell you this once. This is the story of how our world was greated and it has been passed down in my family for over ten thousand years, my ancestors were given this information by the gods themselves.
100 000 years ago the gods were living in their own realm in their last crystalline city know as Alsandrea. The city had been greated during a war against an evil god by sacrificing the lives of ten gods. However the power of those ten gods was slowly fading away and the crystalline city was dying. In order to survive the gods greated five worlds, Mahen, Kunar, Heistoff, Listin and Aim. The gods then moved to these worlds and created the different people humans, elfs, dwarwes, orcs, beastmen, dracoons, the couriers and so forth. They also created the Worldgates that allowed people to travel between these five worlds.
Then 70 000 years ago there was the first Great war. The people and the gods fought eachother and the worlds were in chaos. Entire species went extinct, countries burned to ashes and continents were swallowed by the oceans. The Great war raged for 7000 years before a fragile peace was made but that peace only lasted for 500 years before once again the gears of war started turning.
The second Great war lasted for over 10 000 years before there was a lasting peace. The gods who had insticated these wars were locked into an indestructable prison where they would spent the next 500 000 years in solitary.
The peace lasted a long time after that until 25 000 years ago when the god of darkness Acerbus started the third Great war. The entire world of Mahen was destroyed and large areas in the others worlds were left scarred and uninhabitable to this day. After 5000 years Acerbus was finally defeated and the world of Mahen was removed from the Worldgates logs.
After the third Great war the gods lessened their contact to the worlds and greated a sixth world Aetheria to live in, from were they visited the worlds of us mortals only so often, the last time they visited us was probably when they gave my ancestors this story"
Mahen
The ruins of Antelucani.
The sky in Mahens capital Antelucani, is filled with dark clouds that have a strange bloody red tint in them showing that this world is truly dead. Any direction you look at the only thing you could see are the ruins of a once great city, crumbled down during a 500 year long siege and 20 000 years of being exposed to the raging nature. Outside of what's left of the citywalls there is an endless sea of scorched ground filled with rusted weapons and armor. The air smells of sulfur and the entire atmosphere reeks of death and terror, you can almost hear the wailing of those poor souls in the wind that died on this godforsaken world. The only movement comes from the twisted undead monsters that now inhabit this once green and lush world.
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Creak.
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KREEAAKH.
BOOM!!
A sudden shockwave races trough the ruined central plaza of the city and a circular object over 5 meters tall and wide made of an eerie looking black stone was revealed. The massive guard tower that had fallen on top of it was suddenly blown away as if it was made of paper. The object was glowing a peaceful looking blue light from the many cracks and letters that filled its surface. Then a blinding light emanated from the object hiding it from view for a small moment. When the moment passed inside this circular gate was a figure the size of an young adult in a black hooded cloak that made indentifying this person imbossible.
The person looked at the destruction that had befallen on this once beautiful city before falling on their knees clearly devastated by the citys condition.
The person stayed there for what might seem like an eternity before standing up and conjuring a small sphere of light to guide in the darkness, then the cloaked figure started walking with clear determination following the small ball of light that seemed to know excatly where it was going in this ruined city.
Half a day later the ball of light accompanied by the cloaked figure had went inside the catacombs under the city and finally stopped in front of a gate 4 meters high and 2,5 meters wide made of the same black stone as the circular Worldgate the figure used to enter Mahen, but this gate was shimmering a feint light that seemed to change colors every now and then.
The figure pulled an item from the depths of the cloak, a small black scythe with a green blade and threw it in the air. Immediately the scythe was enveloped in a black and green smoke and after the smoke cleared what fell down in to the figures raised hand was a scythe with a blade as long as the person holding it and a handle over twice as long. With a gracefull swing of the oversized scythe the gate was cut in half from one corner to another.
A powerfull voice came from the darkness beyond the gate.
"Aahh, it's good to see you, I see you finally found your scythe, Death. It took you long enough"
The cloaked person laid down the scythe and kneeled in front of the gates remains when a man as if darkness itself with glowing red eyes emerged from behind the gate.
"I'm sorry to be a bearer of bad news my lord, but my brother Death has been locked away for the past 18 000 years" the figure said this and slowly stood up, dropping the dark cloak revealing a beautiful young woman in a small black dress with long pure white hair that reached to her lower back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow a feint light.
"Your loyal servant Luna has returned my lord"
"Tell me. How long was I in here"
"Almost 20 000 years my lord"
"I see. A long time has passed since I was put in that prison, but now that im out I'll make sure those gods in their thrones will face the full blunt of my revenge. I'll bring them down to the ground from their clouds and throw them in to their own prison for the rest of eternity for what they've done!"
"Give me your orders and I shall make it happen lord Acerbus"
Okay a little message from the author .This is a prologue to a story that i got an idea for and decided to try and write it down. if people like it ill try to write more to it whenever i can but at the moment im working long days and im not sure when i got the time to write. Go ahead and leave a comment and tell me your honest opinion of the beginning and since the story is still almost entirely open for discussion, give me some ideas on how to continue from here .