ArChronicles
In the end, the void opened and the world was sent into an apocalypse. An existence born from the void wreaked havoc to its people, defiling their bodies. Catastrophe broke the land turning it into a wasteland. The realm of mortals and the mysterious opened to one another gathering together in darkness.
They cried, they begged and they prayed, hoping for someone or something to come take them away from their suffering. In their darkest moment, their prayers were answered but they were given an unfortunate missive from above.
Messengers of light descended to fight against the threat, calling it the Blight. The one that could save them all, the god of life, went missing and they were cast out of the Realm of Light, left to be stranded in the mortal realms. The messengers alone cannot rescue them from their fate. All would be consumed and creation will cease to be.
No god, no savior, no hope was given unto them and the light within them faded.
One person, bearing the Essence of the Cosmos, came unto them and said, “We shall make our own fate for all that has been said and done passed.” He became the very first to become a vessel to a celestial being, lighting everyone’s soul.
Carrying the light of dreams, the High Chief lifted the people out of the darkness and pushed away the Blight, sealing the void they came from.
For the first time, all of creation came together as one under his leadership and when peace was conducted in the realm of mortals, he disappeared never to be seen again.
His age of faith, hope and love continued on carried by those he had left behind, holding his torch many years after allowing humanity to connect to the cosmos, growing and gathering. But as the Light illuminates the vastness of the infinity, so does the Darkness loom over waiting.... adapting.
Our story begins with a runaway, dreaming the same dream he had ever since....
LMonkey · SF
