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Breakline.
In the beginning, the only true rulers were two brothers. Twins. The Armageddon of darkness and the Armageddon of time.
Armageddons. They ruled before titans, gods, immortals. They came from another dimension, where they were feared by all, and outcast.
The Armageddon of Darkness was not evil, as his own kind thought. Darkness is endless, creating space and shadows. He was of the Darkness here long before "evil" darkness came into play, and he would be there long after.
The Armageddon of Time was just that. The creator and controller of time. Truly something to be feared.
The two brothers wandered the earth, upon their discovery of it, both as humans and as animals.
The Armageddon of Darkness chose the form of an eagle, because of the command it held in the sky. The Armageddon of Time chose a wolf, for it's cunning and strength through it's brothers, sister, and mates.
They ruled the earth.
They each had great creatures under their command, known as dragons. Creatures they had discovered, and found to be great, wise, kind beings when they want to be.
It was an interesting world they lived in. For while things changed, nothing was created nor destroyed. The creatures were content, in despair, but never hopeful.
These things didn't exist.
They were two girls. With magic, a gift from generous and thankful dragons for help they gave once.
They could do small things. Make a stone wear away to nothing. Destruction. Make a plant grow where none had been. Creation. Give heart that something might or might not have, is, or will happen, to let the heart heart believe that someone could continue, that it was worth it, that things would get better. Hope is a beautiful thing.
They were intrigued. And began to watch them from time to time when they came through the place where they lived, once a year.
Three visits. Three years. The girls were now sixteen. The Armageddons were in love.
They spent much time the next year hanging around, getting to know them, and in the, end, telling who they were.
By the time the year was out, they were married. One became the Armageddon of Creation and Destruction. The other, the Armageddon of Hope.
The Armageddon of Creation and Destruction created the Armageddon of Ice from a white and silver wolf pup she found on the earth, abandoned by a pack perceiving a bad omen. It was given white wings of an eagle, and power over the ice that clung with it's grip to the earth. She taught him, and gave him the wisdom of dragons. Soon after this, Creation became pregnant with a daughter.
The Armageddons were overjoyed. Darkness was elevated to a king by them at their request. And he discovered a strange emotion. Like fear. But with something else. His brother named it worry.
The Armageddon of Stars was born, though she wouldn't get that name for some time.
Ice developed a soft spot for the child.
Creation created a guard for Stars, the Armageddon of Fire, from a dragon.
From that very moment they met, Ice and Fire were enemies. They fought, and Ice won, the earth was plunged into an age of ice. Eventually his name became Iceage for this reason.
Fire watched Iceage prowl the earth, so arrogant, never even glancing over his shoulder to see who stood there.
He trained.
They fought once more, and the earth warmed. Too quickly for some. He became known as Fireball. So Creation's daughter made a truce. One quarter of the year was Ice's. Another Fire's. The last half was a truce. This truce created the seasons.
They were each given a part of the world that was theirs. The equator for Fireball, Lord of Summer, and the arctics for Iceage, Lord of Winter.
The world went on, once again in balance.
Creation's child made something. Little spheres of light that grew, creating their own 'souls', so to speak. She made them for the creatures of the earth, to light their world at night.
She became the Armageddon of Stars, she and her dragons well-renown.
But then humans created something.
Titans. Created from the depths of imagination, fear, reverence.
They hid, their only survival.
Someone betrayed them to the titans, who wished their grip of fear over the world would end.
He betrayed them for love.
And so the wars started. The Armageddons versus the Titans.
In the end, the Armageddons were slain, by the belief given to the Titans, as they were new, well-known creatures. The Armageddons had always existed, drifting into the background, rarely noticed.
Stars, in death, retreated. Waited. Fell into sleep, waiting to rebirth. Her guards began to wander, kept alive by the very seasons they lorded over.
Left to it's own devices, time forgot her. Even if her guards didn't. They searched.
She awakened at times. Once when an evil power was to ingulf the earth under the rule of immortals in Atlantis, as they called it. She sent power to help, and slept once more.
Then, when her father and uncle were reborn. Was it a sign?
But it was not to be. They were both dead before sixteen.
Or were they?
She slept restlessly.
Her mother, reborn.
Her aunt.
Awoke once more, when a religion added Armageddon to it. But it showed no interest to her.
And one night, she awoke, began to breath. And wait with tension aching every part of her. A great, evil force had shaken the air, snapping her from her stupor.
Tomorrow the gods would decide the fates of them.
Gods. The titans destroyed long ago. Immortal as they were, they lay deep below the earth, in a greek belief.
Gods. So many were faded, half invisible, from lack of belief. But they were immortal in the way of titans, and unable to die, forced to wait eternity.
Gods. So much kinder than titans.
She began to hope, to stare at time swirling past in darkness, and her stars. She began to fashion one from her tears, cried in millennia of sleep, to pass this night of dice rolls and fates.
And of Death, a Armageddon in it's own right, rolling one pair of dice...and choosing.
Breakline.
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