So, here's my first try on a Fanfic. I know it's kind of short, but it's only the prologue so far.
The following chapters will be longer. And less confusing. But I have a weakness for short and confusing prologues ;-)
Not to forget, the well-known disclaimer: I do not own Di-Gata Defenders or the characters, only my (right now still absent) OCs
Hope you enjoy the story! As the summary says, it's set after the war with the Ethos is over. I'll try to update as often as poosible, especially the first chapter to get the story going ...
Prologue
"Once, there was a time when we were strong and proud of what we are. We were among the high ones in the world, powerful beings who were respected by the other races and organizations. Ourselves we were convinced to hold the realm's future in our hands. Our pride finally brought us to our end.
I won't recall the whole story, for it is too painful and not even a whole century could erase the shame we brought upon ourselves – the defeat and the destruction the realm had to face because of us. But as I am the only one of us left, it is my duty to keep the memory alive, for the day will come when our master is to return. The day we will rise out of the ashes again.
I am writing this because I can feel myself growing old and everything around me getting darker. I simply do not have a lot of time left, but my knowledge must not vanish together with me. The silver tablet has gone cold, the signs grow fainter with every year that passes, and not even the sacrifice I made could keep them shining. The unschooled eye is no longer able to see the fading glow as the others are passing by. I have seen them all come and go in the great chain of life, as if it were only moments in the never-ending timeline.
Not only did our guild pay a huge price, I as well paid for my egoism and self-overestimation. When I agreed to the procedure I did not know what I would gain – or, more importantly, what I was about to lose. My only wish has become to see the other world one more time, though I know that I am denied this final pleasure. My greatest honour now is my eternal curse as I am bound by the strongest sigil-energy to this sacred place.
I do not know anything about the outside world. Without the High Keeper being reborn my powers are limited to these halls, my eternal prison, the ever-changing place that has become dull to my eyes and my mind. I wonder if the people still remember who we are, that there are still very few of us hiding out. Probably not. We made too many and too strong enemies to give us a chance to survive the changes. Destruction was what we had deserved.
But not all is lost. One day the doors will be reopened, our guild will see the sunlight again, and the keepers will rise again. The tablet will be shining and we will walk united. It is only a matter of time, not everything is lost yet, not as long as one of us exists in the outside world. It is the thought that kept me going through those endless years.
My heart longs to see ourselves strong again and the others lying in the dust. Those, whom we owed nothing but who nonetheless spoke our final sentence. They are proud as well. Too proud. Maybe they have already woken up or they soon will. They will pay the way we have paid.
Pride and blindness are a fatal mixture. They will see.
And the Keepers will be waiting."
Oridan, Keeper of Scripture
