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It has been said that when this earth was still young, before the arrival of humans, a different type of mystical beings roamed across its surface. The Enochians. Created by their Father, they were strong and beautiful creatures, endowed with abilities beyond imagination. They took great care in tending to the earth with their powers, keeping her sturdy and healthy for a purpose which they did not yet know. But, they often shared with each other the belief that they were waiting for something spectacular to occur.
Then the humans arrived; rising from the dust of the earth to rest upon her they blinked away the sleep of nonexistence and gazed in wonderment at their new lives, naked and new. They were helpless and vulnerable and the Enochians knew that this was what their Father had planned, what they had been working and waiting fervidly for. They welcomed the humans with delight and open arms, over joyed with the prospect of being able to share their knowledge with these new beings. They helped them to establish themselves, teaching them all they needed to know and revealing to them the elegance and majesty of the earth around them. They taught them the importance of appreciating all that had been given freely to them.
The humans built for themselves kingdoms in their new home, using their recently acquired skills to erect towering castles and quiet villages. Meanwhile the Enochians used their powers to form breathtaking statues and majestic monuments in honor of the humans, to celebrate all that they had accomplished. Not once did it occur to someone to build walls around the kingdoms; there was no need for such restrictive structures as there was no war.
The Enochians however did help the humans fashion weapons and taught them how to fight, but only for the sole purpose of protecting themselves against the other creatures that wished them harm. And for a time there was peace and prosperity between the two different beings.
But then a human named Festien Antioch came to be. He was a corrupt man, full of selfish pride and a seemingly unquenchable lust for power. He became jealous of the Enochians' abilities and soon developed a hatred towards them because they possessed a greater strength than he. He intended to destroy the beings, to capture them and force them into inescapable servitude. For he believed that once this was accomplished, he would be known as the most powerful creature in existence.
Festien began his plan by sowing seeds of doubt and mistrust towards the Enochians in the minds of the humans around him. Soon the feelings started to spread, stretching from kingdom to kingdom like a disease, and a new wave of hatred worked its way into the hearts of the humans. They plotted and schemed on how they could defeat the Enochians and bind them to humans forever. Finally, they found their opportunity to strike.
Once every year, a day was set aside to be celebrated with great enthusiasm; a time for festivals, music and dancing in honor of the moment that humans came to be on the earth. Humans and Enochians gathered together in every kingdom to share this joyous and holy time with one another. Festien choose that time to move against his unsuspecting enemies.
After the festival was well under way, the humans attacked. Festien lead the largest group as they descended upon the surprised Enochians with weapons drawn, aiming to either wound them severely, destroy them completely or cut off their wings. The Enochians were steadily pushed back, purposely retreating while using their powers to hold off the humans. They realized that it would be impossible for them to defend themselves and not cause harm to the humans at the same time, and even in the face of this horrid betrayal, they still wished to protect them. So they fled. A day that had once symbolized happiness and peace had been tainted by despair and turned into a day filled with mourning for the Enochians as they took to the sky. They escaped to their kingdom Elysium*, leaving behind they're fallen kind, the beloved earth, and the humans they had grown to love.
After the Enochians left the earth changed. The humans established a hierarchy amongst themselves in the kingdoms, appointing certain men to rule as the first kings. But the lust for power had not left the hearts of humans and after their failure to obtain the Enochians, they turned on each other. War broke out among the beings of the earth, friends pitted against one another, kingdom against kingdom, all fighting for a higher place in the world. Towering, sturdy walls were built to surround the many different towns, soldiers were trained, battles were waged and many lives were lost. Humankind descended into a period of bloodshed and darkness.
After a time the kings decided to gather and find a way to put an end to the violence. After much deliberation, they resolved to split the earth up into different lands, each one ruled by a different king. The rulers with the most power laid claim the largest lands while the others were left to scramble for what remained. The order was made, and even though through the years kingdoms still quarreled with one another over boundaries, a sense of order fell onto the humans.
The years passed and signs of the Enochians presence faded with them. Tall forests grew up around the monuments and the statues that had been left alone slowly crumpled. Even earth felt the absence of their powers. While the Enochians had resided on its surface, a small flower had blossomed across the lands. It was whiter than a fresh snowfall with soft blue accents around the middle and shaped like a falling star. It had been called Celestial and had been a sign of the Enochians immense love for the earth. It no longer grew and the earth felt a bit darker in its absence.
As centuries came and went the lay of the land continued to change. Kingdoms rose to power only to fall due to their own deception and ruefulness, and then quickly replaced by a new kingdom bearing a new name. Boundaries flexed and shifted as armies pressed forward, and alliances were made and broken.
After a time the fighting between the people diminished as a new threat presented itself. After the Enochians, humankind had developed a deep mistrust towards anything that possessed power and abilities foreign to their knowledge. They began to think of the other mystical creatures residing throughout the hills, mountains and seas as a threat, and so turned their attention to inventing weapons to help protect themselves against this newly perceived danger. The humans referred to these creatures as beasts and monsters, chasing them down and killing them regardless if they were menacing or not. They created enemies out of the creatures, and soon the humans really did have a need to fear them.
And through all of this, the Enochians became known as simply a myth. Myth became legend and legend faded, until even the memory of these majestic beings drifted away on the wind.
But not all forgot.
Tucked away in the safety of their homes, a handful of humans remembered the stories of the loving creatures. They passed them on, telling their children all about the winged protectors in the sky, watching over them and keeping them safe. This is how they kept their hope alive, hope that one day the Enochians would return and the earth would be at peace once again.
Unknown to these believers, buried in the deepest part of an old archive room beneath a palace, covered in dust and withered with age, was a small scroll. On it was written the words of a prophecy as old as the first kings. Words of hope and encouragement but also of a grave darkness. It foretold a time when a great evil would arise and threaten to plunge the earth into a dark era, filled with pain and desperation. But during this time a small light would descend to the earth. A light that along with two flaming stars, would fight to protect the humans and defend their home.
And so it was foretold.
It was a dark night, a night of the new moon where the only light was cast by the small silvery specks scattered across the sky. In the castle of King John there was drinking and dancing, a celebration of victory. The sounds of cheering and clapping almost drowned out the lighthearted music being plucked and strummed throughout various points along the city streets. The whole kingdom was joining in the festivities, whether it be in the castle or the villages the merry making was well underway and the wine flowing freely.
However, unseen by the people a star began to fall from the sky, a bluish light streaking behind it as it plummeted towards the ground below. It collided into the soil in the land of Siohan, land of the Horse Riders, in a grove of trees; causing a wave of tremors to branch out in all directions across the ground. A small glow burst forth, encompassing the tall willows and painting the sky, pulsating as if it were a heartbeat. Then it vanished, leaving the night as it was, quiet except for the joyful sounds coming from the kingdom in the distance, its people oblivious to the light that had fallen to earth.
*For those who didn't know, Elysium is another word for heaven ;)
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