Mewnia, here! I've managed to get a prologue going on with my newly planned story. The only thing I shall ask of you so far is if there are any history problems. Some of it I had to make up because the games didn't give me enough information or... I didn't pay attention to gather that information. And I had to find some way to string my ideas together.

I got most of this text from the Symphonian prologues, so please don't sue me. Review to tell me if you think this may be a good idea.

Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana.
A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero's life was sacrificed in order to take its place.
Grieving over the loss, the goddess disappeared unto the heavens.
The goddess left the angels with this edict:
"You must wake me, for if I should sleep, the world shall be destroyed."
The angels bore the Chosen One, who headed towards the tower that reached up unto the heavens.
And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the world.
But there came a day when one of the groups the Chosen traveled with realized the true meaning of the journey.
The goddess Martel and her religion had been found to be fake as the real Martel's younger brother was to find her dead soul a vessel; the world had also been discovered to be cleaved in two.
This was to make sure the World Tree's seed could regrow and protect Martel's soul.
The Chosen's travels were filled with many trials; going forth through the journey and awakening the summon spirits of both worlds – Sylvarant and Tethe'ala.
When Martel's brother, Mithos, was defeated by the Chosen Heroes, there came a day of peace. Martel had become a guardian of the new World Tree that would bloom, and the story of old would be retold.
The birth of the new World Tree also brought about the unification of Sylvarant and Tethe'ala.

The two worlds were now reborn as one.

The world was at the dawn of a bright new era; or so it seemed…
With their high level of technological prowess, the Tethe'alan civilization looked down upon the people of Sylvarant as barbarians.
The Sylvaranti blamed the Chosen of Regeneration for bringing this world into being, as they turned their backs on the Church of Martel that supported her.
Amidst all of this chaos, the world itself began to cry out; scorching, hot deserts were blanketed with snow; bountiful lakes dried up and withered; forests burned to ash as glaciers melted into the sea.
These phenomena fanned the flames of dissatisfaction within the hearts of the people, leading to the birth of a monster.
A resistance organization was formed by the oppressed people of Sylvarant to defend themselves. United against the perceived evils of Tethe'ala and the Church of Martel, they called themselves the Sylvaranti Liberation Front – the Vanguard.
The Chosen and her heroes rose to set forth and fix the flames of chaos.
They had managed to find out that the Vanguard was planning to make a mana cannon and destroy all of Tethe'ala.
When the heroes disassembled the Liberation Front, all that was left was to fix the world's bizarre weather patterns; this led to the awakening of the summon spirit Ratatosk who was the Lord of Centurions.
Each Centurion that was awoken made it possible for Ratatosk to gain back his strength, as well as the monsters of their elements to be controlled.
The rate of mana used by the humans and their weapons had lowered, letting the world tree to grow.

A time of peace had come to those who lived in this age of Aselia.

Then, the Genesis Age came. This age was where a Kresnik clan was formed and lived in harmony with all kinds of spirits. Lord Maxwell was fond of these humans who would worship him and grant him company. Especially by a girl known as Milla Kresnik.
She had created a pact with him and swore to protect all the spirits he loved.
Origin, a great spirit such as Maxwell, would watch from the sidelines with his guardian Chronos.
He was also fond of them, especially their abilities to become strong at any moment – or even their smarts.
However, the inevitability of "human murmurs" against the spirits started. The clan of Kresniks went against Milla, killing her. They wanted to have the spirits as ones that would slave away to their every whim.
Lord Maxwell grew furious with the ones who had killed Milla. The ones who didn't had developing mana lobes that would grant them the power the wicked humans wanted.
Those who had killed the guardian became jealous, eventually finding a technology that could be stronger than mana lobes, but came at a price.

It diminished spirits, betraying both Maxwell and Origin.

Origin had placed a type of curse on the Kresnik clan, making a trial for them to overcome. It was a simple trial, until Maxwell's action to gathering all humans with mana lobes came to be.
He gathered them, shutting them in a world where they could prosper and live peacefully with spirits – Reize Maxia.
The wicked humans and the ones who had been given the trial stayed in the decaying world – Elympios.
The world had been split in two, and with diminishing spirits, the centurions had no one to support them. This caused a linked reaction.
The centurions over time could not control enough mana to maintain their grip on monsters. When they could no longer do that, Ratatosk grew weak; more mana and spirits were consumed by Elympios, overworking the world tree. Martel feared the tree would die without a chance to be saved once more.
As its mana depletes, it slowly dies once more.
If you were to see it in this new age, it would look like a normal, withered tree. Its domain has withered away, the guardian spirit weakening.
Martel warned Ratatosk who immediately sent his centurions to their temples. They fear the world will end before it is supposed to.
Hope remains with the spirits that another group of heroes will rise, and rid this world from doom.

Or does humanity's hearts make it inevitable?

Again, I would appreciate it if someone would tell me that something doesn't seem quite right, or that there could be a different way for this to sew together. Except, I'm pretty proud with how it came out, so... Uh... If I made a mistake I will be yelling at myself. And feel free to digitally slap me.

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