A drop of water falls from a leaf. It falls into a crimson puddle
that swells as the ripples carry. Slowly an image becomes clear of
a time long ago. A time when the sword and spell ruled stronger than
any ever known. But with such great power came greater responsibilities.
Heroes were appointed for each of the unique abilities of their various
trades. Statues were built, and praises sung. Soon they each
had their own empires rising beneath even the most humble of the Heroes.
However, where the light shines brightest, the darkness grows deeper.
Forces of evil constructed themselves against the Heroes. They were
made of the greedy, the most jealous, and of the most blood lusting hoardes
of evil known to date. Even though the Heroes knew of this threat,
they did not go for a treaty. None trusted any of the others around
their secret, and they were all on their own.
Through this, the Dark Hoardes attacked, hoping that the Heroes' selfishness
would do them in, they foolishly attacked using each of the Heroes' abilities
against them. This measure failed miserably in the longest of bloody
battles. But in their respite, the Dark Hoardes decided to create
their own dark arts. These arts were an evil parallel of the ones
that the Heroes possessed, and were used thusly. Brutal battles of
malice and rage encumbered the growth of the lands, and ended in the most
terrible of stalemates. The greediness for power left the Dark Hoardes
with no apprentices, and the dark arts died off in a slow fading digression
as well as the Heroes' abilities themselves. The most glorified abilities
were lost to time, and death while the more simpler skills were still acquired
by commoners everywhere.
The image begins to fade as the puddle shifts its color. It is now
a murky pink, that the water and mud have created, yielding once more and
image of a time long ago. The leaf cradles another drop, that as
it falls, it glistens in what little light there is. The image brings
forth a forest that hides a new world in its dense reaches. Untainted
by humans, who are soon to make their appearance, this land is slowly being
force-fed an evil entity that thrives on its pureness. It is here
that our story begins.
Written
by: STARSPanthroar
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