(hello all. This is the first story I've posted and I just want to see how it'll get received. Reviews with constructive criticism are appreciated. No flaming please! Thank you!
This is just an origin story just to get things started. The next chapter will be where the real fun begins. Hope you enjoy!)
Prolouge: The Beginning
When the world of Alagaesia was but a thought in the mind, there came seven beings. Their realm was destroyed, corrupted by the greed of their people. And so they fled to this patch of nothingness in hopes of creating a new world and live in peace. One brought forth earth so they had a place to stand. Another brought water to nourish this land. A third brought fire to keep themselves warm. A fourth brought wind for balance. The final three were left to bring forth inhabitants of this land. One with a talent for metalworking and sculpting, created small creatures from the stone. His children were to be known as dwarfs. Another, whose heart favored song and story, molded taller creatures from the trees and plants. Her children would be christened elves. The last survivor gave these creatures minds to think for themselves. Various smaller, less-intelligent creatures were created and form. The beings who called forth fire and wind combined their talents to bring flying creatures soon to be called dragons.
A time pasted as these beings enjoyed watching their creations go about life in their new world known as Alagaesia. Until one day, the Oracle so named for her gift of thought and her possession of the ability to see future events prophesized the coming of two children.
"Two daughters, one to walk in the light, one to hide in shadow, shall came and bring forth another creature. With this creature, chaos will ensue and the balance will be threatened. These two must right this wrong or perish with this world,"
What none had known was the Artisans, known for their creation of the elves and dwarves, had fallen in love. The singer became pregnant and conceived a girl. Her hair was white as the purest snow, skin just as fair and she had eyes of a brilliant blue. Where she walked, light followed. But as golden and pure as she was, she was also mischievous and cunning. She had a voice that could charm and sing, like her mother's and a curiosity that couldn't be slaked. When she wished she could mold the trees into various shapes, a gift from her father.
Not long after the first daughter came another. This one had a mane of dark hair, olive skin and similarly dark blue eyes. She hid in the shadows, timid and cautious. She wove stories and molded stone. Whilst her sister liked to caused trouble, she liked to fix the troubles.
The two played to together, one never far from the other. One day, the elder said "Let's make something to live here! Like mama and papa!"
The younger nodded, always eager to make her sister happy. They gave these creatures more grace than the dwarves but made them rougher than elves. They could sing, but not as well as their mother and carved but not as skilled as their father. When the sisters finished, they brought forth the creature to the Oracle, who blessed the creature with thought.
"Now darlings, watch it carefully. If you don't keep an eye on your creation, you will pay the price,"
The younger sister became nervous of their work but the elder reassured her. And so humans walked the earth and lived among the rest. The parents were proud of their daughters work. Unfortunately, they hadn't realized what was to come…