Heart of Storm Part II
'Life is an adventure in forgiveness.'
-Norman Cousins
Once upon a time, when people were closer to the forces of nature than they are now, there was a group of people who were given the task of maintaining the world. They were all creators, souls who had helped form and then come to Earth in order to learn.
They were given a glorious island to rule over, with buildings made of crystal and gold. All the power of the universe was theirs to control, to protect and for a time they did. Over the centuries, though, corruption grew. By the end of its reign, the great city was so powerful, drawing on all the power of the earth that it became consumed by ocean waves. Atlantis, and much of the world, fell to the power it had drawn too much on.
And so ended the third age with a great flood.
The fourth age began with the receding of the water. Once the land was dry again, new spirits came forth to re-colonize and learn from the mistakes of the past. From it came a new group of protectors and destroyers.
While the protectors were strong, good souls borne of the light, the destroyers were beings who turned away from the light of creation to pursue greed. This time, though, they would do things differently, they all would.
Balance was agreed on between the two opposing forces that created the fourth age. A select few, advanced souls, would be able to tap into the ability to uphold the authority of their own side. They would never hold absolute power, that lesson had been learned. However, they had greater than normal ability to manipulate the threads of time and space.
A problem was soon discovered. With perfect balance, change became too slow and impotent. Rebirth, the cornerstone of all power and life, became impossible. The solution was that one side would hold a fraction more power than the other and every few hundred years there would be a great change. For a millisecond the world would return to the eternal life force from which it had sprung and return to its place, renewed with the energy to sustain another age of mankind.
But who would decide the new order of things? Who would hold the greater influence? Would it be the dark entities who sought the power they had lost? Or would it be the spirits of the light who sought elevation of the spirit and mind? A third party was consulted.
A singular soul offered to be born onto Earth with a parent from each group and act as a tiebreaker. Though it came from the same plane of existence as the spirits of the light, the same existence the dark entities spurned, it promised to remain impartial. Once on Earth, it would be free to be swayed by either party without compromising or being compromised by its basic nature. It would give a fraction more power to either the dark entities, also known as the line of Mordred, or to the entities of light, known as the Protectors.
The ancestors of the Picts experienced the coming of the first Chosen One. At first the Protectors raised and guided the Chosen One, Morrighan, giving her a loving home and filling her with pride in her people. Things seemed perfectly in order for them to take their place as the dominant force. They would have succeeded if not for the line of Mordred.
Mordred's line decided to go back on the deal in the hope that one day they would gain what they needed to rule. They recruited a warrior, a strong and prideful man to trick Morrighan. He was to tempt her and lead her to a death that would be blamed on the Protectors.
The warrior succeeded in seducing Morrighan, leading her on a whirlwind passion that consumed them both. When she trusted him completely, he told her the Protectors were plotting to kill her to keep her from choosing against them. He led her to a large plateau, a source of great power and energy, in the rainforests of South America to hide. He was supposed to then return to Mordred and give up her position.
When the time came for him to betray her, the warrior refused, but Mordred knew of the plateau. He sent Druids, tricked into thinking their priestess was dangerous, to kill her. They took her to a cave that they believed once sealed, would hold her spirit in limbo.
