1 Descendant of Light

Before I was even born, my fate was decided. I can never be a normal human, nor do I want to. Who am I? What am I? Let me tell you a little story... a story that defines the core of humanity...

A long long time ago there used to be six beings of divine nature. Three were terrifying Lords of Darkness and for the salvation of all existence, there were three Gods of Light. As the Divine beings battled for the fate of the world and beyond, the heavens remained embroiled in chaos of war, the Gods relentlessly suppressing the Dark Lords from leaving the heavens to bring ruin to all mortal life.

And thus the last battle of the Divine Beings came forth. The Gods and the Dark Lords clashed in an ultimate battle to end all battles. However, unbeknownst to the Gods, the Lords of Darkness had managed to breach the walls of heaven partially, thus sending forth an unstoppable horde of demons to the mortal world.

As the Gods and Dark Lords fought a grueling battle that lasted for time unknown, the mortal world was being razed to the ground by demons they had never seen before. Eventually the Gods emerged victorious by their righteous strength. The reign of Darkness was finally over. Two of the three Dark Lords were utterly defeated. The last remaining Dark Lord, greatly injured, tore through the walls of heaven and fled to the mortal world.

The Gods pursued after the remaining Dark Lord as they descended from the heavens down to the mortal world. What they saw in front of their eyes was something unimaginable. The world burned. The sky burned, the land burned, once beautiful oceans of the world had turned dark and bloodied red. All beasts and birds had perished, demons walked everywhere and death was all one could see. Standing on their last legs, billions of humans had been reduced to a meager few thousand, scattered and facing endless hordes of demons.

Shocked and horrified by the ruin they feared for all eternity, the gods set foot in a fortified mortal settlement. For the first time the gods met the mortals they fought so long to protect. Humans they called themselves and the world itself was known as earth. As the Gods approached them, what surprised them were the bright smiles that greeted them. Even in the face of doom, they smiled as they welcomed the Divine Beings. Kindness in their eyes, but also a defiant strength the gods hadn't expected to see. All members of the same race, that had blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin and tall stature, yet they took in and treated and cared well for people from other races and settlements who had been rescued from the demons. The gods saw humans working together to face problems and attempting to live a certain resemblance of life. Even with their limited resources, the gods were treated as esteemed guests and never let to feel the lack of anything. The humans knew they were all doomed already and that they cannot win, yet they refused to give up.

The Gods couldn't believe they had let these humans face such terrible fate. They decided. They decided to save the humans once and for all. Even if it meant they could never return back to the heavens, even if it meant they could no longer exist as they did. In a final bid to save humanity, three grand spells were casted. The gods summoned all power from the heavens for one last divine act that changed the world.

With their first and most powerful spell, all demons in the world were purged at once. Their second grand spell broke apart a great part of the land to purify it and restore it for human life, ridding it of all that corrupted it. The valleys were green again, the oceans surrounding the land were beautiful and blue, rivers of pure water flowed, birds flew again, beasts roamed the land, and the sun rose again, shining through the darkness of the ash clouds that no longer remained.

Realising that the last surviving darklord was still alive out there and that the gods themselves had nearly exhausted all their power, they decided to repay humanity the price they had paid for the mistake of the Gods. With the final spell, consuming their own energy, gods dispelled their form, will and mind to give humanity the gift of magic. The demons would return, but now the humans will have the power to fight and defend themselves.

As the race of blonde, blue eyed humans looked with sadness and gratitude towards the gods who were slowly fading away, the gods realised their newfound love for these humans in their last moments. Their first and final act of love, the gods gave their last remaining power and all their divinity to these people. The greatest gift of all. The magic of the gods, Light Magic. The most effective magic against Darkness. It's said the very life force of the gods continue in these gifted people. Thus called the Descendants of Light.

My Name is Liam Everhart and I am a... Descendant of Light.