PROLOGUE

"Come now child since you are of age I shall tell you the story of the gods." 

"In the beginning there was nothing. Then came the fickle and greedy beings. These beings feared what they could not understand, they wanted to make sense of the things that were surrounding them, so they created their deities. 

Each deity was unique and lorded over the realm that these fickle beings had given them, and these fickle beings worshipped their deities that they had created from their thoughts.

For a few millennia all was peaceful, then some of these beings decided that they were not satisfied with their deities anymore, so they created new deities more suited to their liking, thus ending the era of peace that had reigned for so long. 

The deities were arrogant and they were jealous that they did not have all of the power over their own domain and they wished for everyone to worship them and only them, and so there was a great war between the deities and it affected those beings down below and threw them into turmoil. The beings themselves wishing to please the deities they had created sought war with one another and slew one another.

The deities above saw what the beings were doing and found it unpleasant to their eyes, and so they decided among themselves to separate from one another. They separated the people who worshipped them from those who worshipped other deities, and they ruled over the people who worshipped them and gave them a name "humans". So these humans responded to the gift of the name and gave the deities their own names.

These deities were named primordials. These primordials realized that they had no name for themselves as a whole so they created a pantheon and every single pantheon of the deities was different. 

Over time as new scientific answers were discovered for the things these fickle humans had previously not understood, the primordials and their pantheon were no longer needed. All of the humans below forgot about them, except for a few. We in this temple and the surrounding

Areas are one of the last of the people who worship the gods.

"The story that I will be telling you about is a story of a young man, really just a boy who finds himself lost in time. Forced into a perilous battle for his life, these are his adventures. 

"Our story starts in the ancient times when the gods were at their strongest."

"When the pantheons were embroiled in war, even now in the distance we can see the armies of two pantheons fighting with each other. As we are watching these two armies in battle something special is happening, for the soul of a young boy is shoved into the body of a simple foot soldier. This right here is where the story of young Aryn begins."