The Other One
Prologue
We were worshiped once.
Of an age where the two great powers protected and guided the ignorant and reckless humans.
But then war was ignited.
The differences between our faiths and our raison d'être sparked a tide of hostility, corrupting piece by piece what we had built. At its core it was a simple difference of opinion.
And it desiccated a once fertile land.
A battle that could never be measured was forged on the great plains of a hidden field.
It was a blood bath. Neither side escaped injury, loss, pain… devastation Friend turned to enemy. Covetous natures twisted into maliciousness. Lust for power exceeded selfless acts. Ignorance of the pain on both sides turned to ruthless arrogance.
One side sealed itself away. The other became hidden. And the humans stood for themselves.
The hidden field buried for all eternity.
Where there was once three, there became one. One known race.
Our history was torn from human memory… but the remnants, the remaining fragments of a time we once touched warped themselves.
For one faction their vestige memory was a feared; their primary function disguised as an evil rather than a neutral state.
The other side were hated and seen as abominations of nature, as vile rejects rather than human kin.
It was done to prevent the further influence we had on the human race. A group of beings who displayed so much potential.
But an error was made
The disturbance, the blood shed on the hidden plains? It attracted a fourth party of beings. A sinister presence not unfamiliar to ourselves.
It forewarned of a crack.
An opening were our two sides had waged war.
And it has been opening so very slowly ever since…
We stand in awe before that which cannot be seen.
And we respect with every fibre that which cannot be explained.
Are we driven by fate to our Destiny?
Or do we open that window; do we walk down that highway?