Prologue 1: The Age of Ancients and New Life.
It was a long time ago…
Longer than anyone remembers…
But we… we haven't forgotten… how could we…?
How could we forget our own story? The story of our people? Our freedom? Our KING?
It all began many eras ago…
In this world there was once a ruling species… the Old Ones they were called. They were born into an unforgiving and wild world, clawless, fangless, weak and always fighting among themselves, all pointed to their eventual demise at hands of Gaia and the wild beasts that prowled the land, sea and skies. And yet they managed to tame it and thrive, they mastered beasts, seeds and sickness, built tall skyscrapers that were proof and temples to their knowledge, ingenuity and will to survive.
But they had a hunger in their hearts, a hunger the more is fed, the more it grows. Hunger for more. Mother Nature saw them struggle, grow, prosper, and eventually turn their backs on her as they defiled her to no end, and turned creatures that came to this world as brothers into pets, food, game, or worse. And like any mother, as she knows to love like no one else, so she punishes, and punish she did. In the peak of their civilization, Nature came to settle the debt that they threw upon themselves, and they felt the full of her wrath like never before in their history.
Storms, hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and countless other disasters on a scale that could only be described as cataclysmic laid waste upon their civilization and everything they had built, decimating their numbers, erasing their history and all proof of their pass through this world. They realized too late, they were well beyond the point of no return. So, they did the only thing they could; they fled. With giant ships meant for the conquest of space, they took as many of their own as they could, and left to find another world to inhabit, for they were no longer welcome in this one. As you would expect, only those who could afford it were able to escape in these arks, those who couldn't were left to their luck to endure the still-raging cataclysm.
Some of them tried surviving by moving to a land that was harsh and wild, but relatively untouched by the cataclysm. As time passed, they evolved to become strong, fierce and savage, their sense of smell and hear becoming sharp in order to hunt and tame the mighty beasts that eventually inhabited that land with the passing millennium, such as graugs, ghuls, hellbats and caragors, with courage and honor as bases for their society, and they eventually became the race that would be known as Uruk-hai, alongside their bigger, stronger cousins, the Olog-hai.
Others decided to retreat beneath the mountains, and with hammers, chisels, forges and fire they built massive underground bastions to guard their people, with the passing ages they became strong, rough and sturdy from all that hard stone and metal work, but also cunning and ingenious, though their height was reduced because all the materials they had to carry and the relative lack of sunlight. They became legendary smiths in the world, and eventually they were known as Dwarves.
Others still sought refuge in ancient woods, praying for some sort of mercy from Mother Nature, which she graciously gave. They established a deep bond with nature, and as time passed they evolved to become wise, agile, strong and beautiful. They created their homes from massive trees and their cities flowered with culture and beauty unrivaled by the other races. Their craft was even finer than the dwarven one, though not as sturdy, and they became one of the finest warrior races ever known. As the years passed, they were known as Elves.
The remaining humans survived as they could, remaining the same as time went by. But not only from men came new life, for Gaia, in order to ensure the actions of the Old Ones would not be repeated, from her pure energy and the natural elements of this world, gave birth to a new race. These new creatures were titans made of power and wisdom, they had huge winged reptilian forms, mighty and fast bodies, and armor made of almost invincible scales, they were called the Everlasting Arch-Dragons. As the world was ending, they worked on purifying the corruption left by the Old Ones, they took all the poison, impurities and other malign things left in the land, sea and skies, and erased them, purified them until they returned to the natural forms they came from. After all this was done, Nature began rebuilding what she had destroyed, she brought all the pieces of land together and created one single continent, and as the chaos of the cataclysm receded, the soil, rivers and all that was in the land became fertile and full of life one again. Among the dragons there was one called Belserion, first, wisest and strongest of his kind, whom the rest of them hailed as their king.
It was at this time, that old, dormant powers long forgotten awakened, and the world would never be the same. In an old and deep cave, a great mass of primeval darkness was formed, and with a sudden explosion of pure magic power, yet another race was born. These beings were powerful enough to challenge the dragons, yet they were so savage and war-loving they had inner fights among themselves regularly and couldn't establish a proper society for a long time. Because of their nature, power and origins, they were known as the Aetherius Demons. They remained untamed and wild for many millennia, until one rose among them. This one demon was stronger than any other before him, and even the mightiest among the dragons feared the very mention of his name. He unified demons under the banner of a single lord, Himself, and under his rule, the Demon Clan was born. Very few could stand before this demon, whose name was… END. Demon King END. Legend says his might was given to him by some dark god, but whatever the truth was, no one knows. Even though demons and dragons were far from friends, they had mutual respect for each other, an understanding and agreement of no aggression that they would honor, so long as the other did likewise. A weak peace, but peace nonetheless.
Lastly, in the high heavens, the last of the new lives was forming. In the past, many myths of the Old Ones spoke of gods of a thousand shapes and powers, well these gods actually existed, but as mankind slowly began forgetting them in favor of a new god, they faded into oblivion, until their essences were awakened by the huge amount of magic and power flowing freely throughout the world, and they were reborn as a race of elementals made of pure ethereal energy, and they called themselves Gods. Along with the Aetherius Demons and the Arch-Dragons, they were the dominating species of the new world, never interfering in the affairs of the mortal races.