juelz4sure
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This is the origins of my myth at least the intro I think more will be introduced the farther the story gets along and possible from other Great One's POV but anyways I wanted to get what you guys thought about the origins, whether or not it flows well and if you like it. Hope you enjoy
Origins
The old man sat down on the far end of the desk looking deep within
Desmond holding his breath. His eyes shifted colors from blue to brown
eventually to green before finally exhaling” I believe it is your destiny to
know that which is beyond you… There is a storm and you must know the
players.” he said nodding to himself pleased. With a sigh he opened the
bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out two small glasses and placed
them on the desk grentel he muttered as the glasses filled
instantly with a yellow liquor.
“Let us begin… There was an existence long before time was a
concept in the minds of the Great Ones. Each had it’s own little world,
playground if you will to do as they wished with, if you or anyone for that
matter would have seen us you would have said we were wandering
aimlessly throughout the dark void.” He raised the small glass up to his
mouth, his eyes were a glossy white as if reliving the events, “worlds
shattered before us as though particles of dust parting before us desiring
to be us yet they are no more… Distant stars shone brightly throughout
the cosmoses, giving us insight allowing us to glimpse into the future if
you will, and believe me it was beautiful!” Sitting back in his chair he
began organizing his next thoughts into words, rubbing his hands through
his thinning hair.
Structure was formed and thus we were happy, able to coexist and
move as we wished. We were the beginning as we shall be the end… Yet
happiness, true happiness was a fleeting memory. Design and structure
fell to the waist side. See happiness is a funny thing, we had never known
it therefore never missed it but to lose it was unthinkable. We searched
the fleeting light until it was nothing more but a memory” Slowly Celtare
got up to his feet, and began pacing the room glass empty
grentel he mumbled again “a painful memory. Some of us left of
course others descended upon others fighting for supremacy, darkness
was all that was left in our existence again, leaving us drifting alone, far
from our brothers and sisters.
After countless cycles there was an unexpected eruption of light…
We the Great Ones were alive again. No longer did we drift aimlessly, we
grew strong. Those that were weak fell before us crying for mercy but
war, I mean true war could not be avoided. We fed upon each other
absorbing everything possible, while others crumbled into small shards of
what they once were. That is until the first form of life was seen on what
you call Jupiter, it was no larger than a speck of sand moving along the
clouds of hydrogen feeding on other like creatures.
Life beyond us” tears flowed down the old man’s face,” was a dream
long forgotten, yet here before us all was life! Greed consumed some of
our brothers destroying that precious life, some of us fought for structure
circling around the light, while others like Forelith came crashing down
upon my home breaking my home into two, along with my essanance.
That is why I stand here old and decreptide, the envy of all others.
Forelith was not strong enough to destroy me and I being ripped
apart was to weak to consume him. He is the one that rules over the
realm of the underworld, awoken by hate and consumed by the fire
formed from us merging. There are many that follow him and his ways
causing havoc upon my lands, extinguishing the life from those that
oppose him. He moves in the shadows fearful to show his self but his time
will come as it will for all.
As you know I am Celtare, many before you have called me
“God” or even “Mother Earth” although the last is the closest
as you see I am no woman, “he laughed to himself” ruler of
the land and sky above, all that creates life on this fragile
planet is mine. Even the Seven is of my making… reckless as
they are, yet even death can be tamed.
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