This is my first FanFic for a site other then my own and it is based on the
Black & White game from Lionhead Studios (who get the credit for putting
the idea for this story in my head, but the three main characters come
straight from my head :)
AN: You should all probably keep in mind that in my story the Islands are much bigger than in the game, and that there are more Quests, but that any Quests from the game will be shown with a made up solution, unless I state otherwise.
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Nothing existed for the spirits of unborn Gods, and Goddesses, before a Human prayed for one of them to come and help them. Nothing but blackness and other silent Powers at the edges of the Universe. Such was the life of Samuel, a kind God who hoped to one day be called down to help the mortals in a world of his own; Celina, a Goddess who rarely listened to what others told her to do, but who was just as unlikely to harm an innocent being; and Acala, Celina's twin and a Goddess who could not wait to get an alter and feel her power grow as she banished the souls of children for eternity in exchange for power.
Each Power also had two silent companions. One was a being of goodness, a gentle monk on the side of Light. The other was a being of evil, on the side of Darkness. Until their God or Goddess was born, those two beings that made the consciousness of the Powers could not speak to them until they arrived in their land, for each Power was to begin their Reign as a neutral Deity as could be realistically achieved.
It was found out, when the first God was still young, that it was quite hard to turn a Power good before they arrived in their world, but much easier to turn them evil beforehand, since the Power was unable to see just what its actions did to the lesser being and creatures in its world.
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The sun was just starting to rise when two young parents went for a walk with their son. As the son went on to run ahead alone, a gentle indigo Power began to stir.
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It was nearing night when a group of skilled warriors made camp at the edge of a smaller rival village, and waited until morning before they would strike. A blood-red Power began to stir in anticipation, though its Goddess was still unaware of any change.
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In the middle of the night, the Village Healer was called by the first mother to see to her child's violent coughing fit. An aqua Power began to stir slowly, wanting to be called so that the God could help the Humans in need.
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It wasn't until the child had dived into the water, and a wave had carried him too far out, that his parents saw the danger, as did the young boy.
"Mom! Dad! Help me!" Francis, or Frankie to his friends and family, called to his parents.
"There's nothing we can do." Landry, the Village Leader told his wife, Virla, sadly.
Being better read than her husband, as she was in charge of teaching the Village children at the crèche, Virla knew that there was still one hope left, no matter how small it was.
"Somebody, please help us!" She cried to the sky. «We call to the Heavens!»
"Help our child!" Landry added his voice to the prayer.
All this time, the sharks were closing in.
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It was just before sunrise when the Village scout noticed the intruders' camp, and was quickly killed by the enemy warriors. Luckily, Quilz's young son, Wriqk, had followed his father in the shadows and had time to call out a cry to the skies before he was taken captive for whatever information he may have on the weaknesses in his Village's defenses.
"Help us! We're under attack!" Wriqk yelled before a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth and he was dragged away into a tent.
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Many Villagers were sick by early morning, and the source could not be found, though a full search had been made of the area surrounding the Village had taken place to find it. Xiyal sighed as he remembered the three older villagers who had quickly succumbed to the illness and couldn't be saved. Xiyal also though of his two daughters, seriously ill, and his older son and grandson who had gone on the search for the cure, and who had yet to return.
Xiyal sent his wife, Pretai, who had been lucky enough not to get sick to see the Village Leader Ashil, with a message that this was out of their hands, and that something must be done to prevent more deaths.
Ashil nodded to Pretai's message, and looked his age for the first time since he had taken his father's place only a year ago. The young man of nineteen years turned his eyes towards his father's last great project, which was rumored to be the reason for his 'accident' and the death of both Ashil's father and mother.
Atop a nearby hill stood a half-finished Temple, and Ashil remembered clearly the lessons that his father had tough him in the years they had spent together. "When someone prays, a God is always born." And that first request must be fulfilled in order for that Power to fully become a God and be fit to rule that land.
"I know what to do, Pretai." He replied. "Go and tell the Healer that this is truly out of our hands now."
Once the woman had left, Ashil got to his feet, raised his hands, eyes and face to the Heavens above and called out in a clear voice.
"A strange illness has attacked our people. If you save us, we will finish the Temple, and worship you!" His voice held a note of truth and he waited for an answer to his most urgent prayer, and his enticing offer.
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There, that didn't take too long once I stopped adding ideas to my page and began to write. Now that you've read it, don't forget to review. Or send me a mail! (Celina66@mailcity.com)
I'm going to leave you all there for a while, but once I make a new page by hand to sort names with God(desse)s and their soon to be Worshipers, I'll start on the next part.
AN: You should all probably keep in mind that in my story the Islands are much bigger than in the game, and that there are more Quests, but that any Quests from the game will be shown with a made up solution, unless I state otherwise.
****** ******* ******
Nothing existed for the spirits of unborn Gods, and Goddesses, before a Human prayed for one of them to come and help them. Nothing but blackness and other silent Powers at the edges of the Universe. Such was the life of Samuel, a kind God who hoped to one day be called down to help the mortals in a world of his own; Celina, a Goddess who rarely listened to what others told her to do, but who was just as unlikely to harm an innocent being; and Acala, Celina's twin and a Goddess who could not wait to get an alter and feel her power grow as she banished the souls of children for eternity in exchange for power.
Each Power also had two silent companions. One was a being of goodness, a gentle monk on the side of Light. The other was a being of evil, on the side of Darkness. Until their God or Goddess was born, those two beings that made the consciousness of the Powers could not speak to them until they arrived in their land, for each Power was to begin their Reign as a neutral Deity as could be realistically achieved.
It was found out, when the first God was still young, that it was quite hard to turn a Power good before they arrived in their world, but much easier to turn them evil beforehand, since the Power was unable to see just what its actions did to the lesser being and creatures in its world.
+-+-+ +-+-*-+-+ +-+-+
The sun was just starting to rise when two young parents went for a walk with their son. As the son went on to run ahead alone, a gentle indigo Power began to stir.
+-+-+ +-+-*-+-+ +-+-+
It was nearing night when a group of skilled warriors made camp at the edge of a smaller rival village, and waited until morning before they would strike. A blood-red Power began to stir in anticipation, though its Goddess was still unaware of any change.
+-+-+ +-+-*-+-+ +-+-+
In the middle of the night, the Village Healer was called by the first mother to see to her child's violent coughing fit. An aqua Power began to stir slowly, wanting to be called so that the God could help the Humans in need.
+-+-+ +-+-*-+-+ +-+-+
It wasn't until the child had dived into the water, and a wave had carried him too far out, that his parents saw the danger, as did the young boy.
"Mom! Dad! Help me!" Francis, or Frankie to his friends and family, called to his parents.
"There's nothing we can do." Landry, the Village Leader told his wife, Virla, sadly.
Being better read than her husband, as she was in charge of teaching the Village children at the crèche, Virla knew that there was still one hope left, no matter how small it was.
"Somebody, please help us!" She cried to the sky. «We call to the Heavens!»
"Help our child!" Landry added his voice to the prayer.
All this time, the sharks were closing in.
+-+-+ +-+-*-+-+ +-+-+
It was just before sunrise when the Village scout noticed the intruders' camp, and was quickly killed by the enemy warriors. Luckily, Quilz's young son, Wriqk, had followed his father in the shadows and had time to call out a cry to the skies before he was taken captive for whatever information he may have on the weaknesses in his Village's defenses.
"Help us! We're under attack!" Wriqk yelled before a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth and he was dragged away into a tent.
+-+-+ +-+-*-+-+ +-+-+
Many Villagers were sick by early morning, and the source could not be found, though a full search had been made of the area surrounding the Village had taken place to find it. Xiyal sighed as he remembered the three older villagers who had quickly succumbed to the illness and couldn't be saved. Xiyal also though of his two daughters, seriously ill, and his older son and grandson who had gone on the search for the cure, and who had yet to return.
Xiyal sent his wife, Pretai, who had been lucky enough not to get sick to see the Village Leader Ashil, with a message that this was out of their hands, and that something must be done to prevent more deaths.
Ashil nodded to Pretai's message, and looked his age for the first time since he had taken his father's place only a year ago. The young man of nineteen years turned his eyes towards his father's last great project, which was rumored to be the reason for his 'accident' and the death of both Ashil's father and mother.
Atop a nearby hill stood a half-finished Temple, and Ashil remembered clearly the lessons that his father had tough him in the years they had spent together. "When someone prays, a God is always born." And that first request must be fulfilled in order for that Power to fully become a God and be fit to rule that land.
"I know what to do, Pretai." He replied. "Go and tell the Healer that this is truly out of our hands now."
Once the woman had left, Ashil got to his feet, raised his hands, eyes and face to the Heavens above and called out in a clear voice.
"A strange illness has attacked our people. If you save us, we will finish the Temple, and worship you!" His voice held a note of truth and he waited for an answer to his most urgent prayer, and his enticing offer.
****** ******* ******
There, that didn't take too long once I stopped adding ideas to my page and began to write. Now that you've read it, don't forget to review. Or send me a mail! (Celina66@mailcity.com)
I'm going to leave you all there for a while, but once I make a new page by hand to sort names with God(desse)s and their soon to be Worshipers, I'll start on the next part.
