They all looked to the skies, many worlds, interconnected by one vision, a powerful meteor falling from the sky, the sky pulsing red as debris fell along side it accompanying it to its destination.
The Meteor pulsed with life, glowing cerulean energy swirled around it, keys holding its dark power in check cracked under the weight.
Until it all came undone and some roared to life causing calamity and ruin to the old world.
Though a great man tried to reseal this being, it powered through it spelling the end of the dream.
But those that were purvey to the spectre of another world knew not that the very creature they were viewing was but a signal to other worlds to suffer the wrath of sleeping primals.
Under the sea, small creatures, seen as ineffectual, took to a powerful machine, to create endmake, to show that the world now belongs to them, in their conquest the people above witness as out of the ocean this machine rises. What lies on the beach shall learn to fight the mighty creator.
Escaping from underneath the earth does not quell hatred, it does not disappear from the acts of one good soul, the very earth will tremble, the skies will quake, as those that were left behind try to crush others under the weight of their sins.
Yet still in a land long since brought to ruin, they would stand ready, for even a world ruled by child like creations would still be one ready for conquest, a call they would be glad to answer to with a song of ringing steel.
All the realms now believe that these are the only incident but other ancient beings lie in wait for these turn of events, to finally end old wars, and bring about their visions of "Good".
No matter what may go on in these realms, those that await in the dark stand ready to unveil powers the likes of which no world has seen.
=Author Notes=
Though it is quite obvious, this is a prologue, try and guess which Primal fights in what world.
One quick note, not all worlds will be cartoon based, some will be videogame related.