Disclaimer – I don't own LoM. All for enjoyment.
DD – Firstly, I'm a newbie so yeah this piece of fiction wouldn't be well written. Secondly, I hate grammar. So don't expect it to be good. Heck, I want to strangle those guys in tight cloths who came up with so many rules for writing and they just have to make an exception for every single rule. Damn those old dudes!
Prologue
The whispers are soft and airy, barely audible for the ears at all. But every single word rang clear in my mind, as if it's been there before . . . As if it's always there resting underneath my skin longing to be awaken, waiting for me to regain the ability to comprehend their meanings. Before me stood the grandest tree I've ever seen. Towering high above me with its massive branches and countless leaves, the tree has continuously gives off the feeling of superiority. Lithe vines have cover every single inch of this tree making it looks like a frozen green fountain of foliage, giving off fake impression of healthiness.
The tree is anything but healthy . . . it's rotting from within, struggling to survive from some sort of ordeal from long ago. Too long to be recount, but the damage has remain visible to me . . . to my soul. The tree is floating in the air; its massive roots clinging to some unseen force, holding the tree in place. I guess I should be surprised to see such things, but at the moment it seems perfectly . . . normal, somehow. The undecipherable whispers have started to fade away as if they're parting way for a superior force. All of a sudden, a feminine and maternal voice sounded in my mind.
Nine centuries ago, the Mana Tree burned to ashes, the voice said to me,powerful and solemn, the kind of voice storytellers used to captivate their audience. The power of Mana lived on inside Mana Stones, enchanted instruments, and artifacts. Sages fought with each other for control of these last remnants of Mana.
Then after hundreds of years of war, as the power of Mana began to wane, those who sought it grew scarce, and the world returned to peace…
After that, mankind grew afraid to desire. The voice continued, slightly cracked with emotions. Its usual commanding presence is now accompanied by sadness. Their hearts filled with empty emotions, and grew estranged from my hands…
They turned their eyes away from my infinite power, and were troubled by their petty disputes…
Remember me! The voice's commanding presence is now gone, it has become almost pleading . . . desperate with overbearing feelings.
Need me!
I can provide you with everything! At this the voice sobbed, continuing on with a strong sense of loneliness
I am Love…
Find me, and walk beside me…
The whole world begins to fade away slowly, as colors began to swirl around. The voice is now just a muffled sound, but I heard its last words anyway.
Please, love me . . .
DD – And here is the prologue . . . my elaborated version of the dream / intro of the game. Yes, I just made the last line up, but since the background music is so sad, the Mana Goddess must be well . . . very depressed right?