1 Prologue: The Origin
The noxious stench of death drifted across the war torn battlefield. The previously fertile land now lay in waste as all manner of disease, poisons, and curses corroded the soil. 100 meters in the air stood a an old man overlooking the scene. He was of a fairly average height and had a thin build. He wore a simple white robe and radiated no prominent aura. Looking at him he would almost seem to be an ordinary mortal, that is until you saw his eyes. His eyes were a swirl of dark grey and seemed to draw in the very soul of the universe, they radiated infinite wisdom but also contained a deep sadness.
Soon after, another man approached. He was a 12 meter tall giant built like a Greek statue adorned in gold. Six powerful arms lay at his side and a corresponding six divine swords floated a short distance behind him.
"Milord" said the giant as he respectfully addressed the old man while cupping his six fists.
"Rava, tell me what do you see here?" said the old man.
"I see a battlefield where tens of thousands of honorable men and women gave their lives to their cause" Rava replied.
The old man gave a dry chuckle. "Yes that is what a warrior would see... but I see a waste, the mortals and divines of this realm have grown complacent due to my power protecting them from outside invaders. They take their peace for granted, become corrupted by greed and wage wars and countless lives are lost in the process."
The old man let out a deep sigh. "This realm needs a king, someone to unite the myriads of people and races. It needs a bright star that will bring light to the divided people and bring harmony and peace before it is too late"
"And yet, you refuse to do so yourself," said the Rava. "No one is more suited for the mantle of the king then yourself Allmighty." "I am not suited for that position. while I possess great power, it is not in my nature to rule" replied the old man. He let out another sigh before continuing "Whats worse is that none of my disciples are suited for mastering [Origin]"
"As if they greatest supreme magic could be easily mastered" said Rava in booming voice.
"Exactly, and that is why the [Origin] should seek out it's own master" replied the old man.
"You.. WHAT!?" exclaimed Rava his eyes bulging in shock.
"Yes, I did. I have sealed [Origin] into a core and sent it away to seek a master" said the old man.
"Do you understand the consequences... the implications... the disasters that may be wrought if [Origin] were to fall into the wrong hands? said Rava in disbelief.
"I've made the proper arrangements" replied the old man somewhat abstrusely. "Now come, enough of this chatter, join me for a cup of tea and a game of chess won't you?" The old man then turned away and waved his right hand. Thousands of golden glyphs assembled in front of him and created a dimensional rift. A spatial passage was established, it glowed with with silver light as sucked the old man into the rift.
Rava shook his head to clear his muddled head. "I hope you know what you're doing" he muttered as he followed the old man through the rift.
And thus, the legend begins. Ten thousand years later. On the 777th year of the Imperial Celeritas Calendar, the Origin Star was born
