-Ember-
Prologue: The Story
Hello, my name is Brokenfang, a Curatric of the Ancients, or in your tongue, guardian of the Ancients. I feel the need to pass onto you a story which has been kept secret for many generations, but must be kept a secret no longer, for the world is following the same path, making the same mistakes which can only lead to disaster and war. We barely escaped the demolition of the world the last time. The cats have only hardened over the Ages, and not become much wiser than we who lived before. Those who speak of the stars and the path that they have destined us to walk are scorned and mocked. Faith is falling faster than ever. We in the stars always knew it would happen, but we did not believe it could be so soon. Enough about the time as it is now, that is a story for later. Right now, we are speaking of the past, going back to the time of Ancients, when the world was only beginning...
If you may not trust my accounts of this past, to know what every one of these cats felt, you are sadly mistaken. For as long as I live, I feel every pain, every illness of others. But let's not dwell on that, shall we, for the story begins...
The world became hardened, StarClan was in shatters, and the realms of both living and after were at war.
No, that is not where this story starts. It is not in the midst of a terrible war which took so many lives that it would be impossible to count them. No, it does not start there. It starts earlier than that, when everything was quiet enough, and an argument began.
"That's the most mouse-brained idea I've ever heard, Change!" Celestial, the youngest of the Ancients of Ancients shouted.
"Really? And what better can you come up with?" The dark ginger tom glared, his fiery amber eyes flashing dangerously.
"Well, plenty of things that doesn't involve spiraling everything we've worked so hard for into war!" The she-cat scoffed, flicking her tail.
"Like what?" Change challenged, his tail lashing.
"Maybe..." She trailed off, finding that every option led into war.
"That's what I thought." Change meowed smugly, relaxing his stance.
"Are you sure they are ready for this so early on?" Celestial asked quietly.
"Well, let them go to war as we restart the world or let everything explode?!" Change's voice lowered. "There's no real choice, Celestial. Cats will die either way, and wouldn't you much rather there be some left?"
"I'm afraid there is no choice then. Let's at least give them some time. How long do we have?"
"The process will take about three moons, perhaps longer, meaning we should give a moon for the process to end, and so they will have two moons longer of peace before the war begins." Change met Celestial's eyes solemnly.
"We had better tell the others."
That is the beginning, what started it all. That is all I know at least, as far into the beginning I can learn. The rest is the past, the past I lived through, as well as many others. I know that many cats lived a short life in the war, and that I am extremely lucky to have lived as long as I did through the war. But I must rest for now, that took much out of me, to begin this story and begin to relive the terrible war.
AN: Sorry for this AN, but to let everyone know, every two weeks, starting today, I will upload a new chapter of this story. Bye, and hope you enjoy!
-Faded ;3