A/N: Why, hello there! Welcome, readers, to one of my universes. Well, I'll get this out now. Don't afraid to give me criticism. As much as I love a good review, criticism would help me improve. Oh, and I'll probably update at least once a month after chapter three. Enjoy!
Prologue: Historia Mundi
Back when I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me stories, stories of how everything came to be. She told me that there were multiple worlds parallel to our own. I remember being engrossed in her tales. Yet, at the same time, I doubted the existence of those worlds. Who in their right mind wouldn't? The one story I most vividly recall, the one embedded into my very being, was the creation of these worlds.
Long before the existence of humans, of the universe, there were two forces. The forces, unlike in most other tales told, were not those of good and evil (those came much later). They were the forces of Reality and Imagination. Without each other, nothing would have come into existence. You see, Reality was shaped by Imagination and was created to hold the Imaginings. Imagination, therefore, was what was desired to be in Reality. Those two forces created the universe, and, over time, the world.
When the world was created, it was much larger and held much more promise. Reality and Imagination ran rampart, and nothing was stopped from being created. Creatures bearing magic were created, while others made do without it. All went well, and the only thing the universe saw was the untamed forces. That was, until humans were created.
Unlike every other creature that was made, humans were neither born with nor without magic as a whole. It was simply that some humans were born with magic and others were born without it. That created an unbalance. Magical and non-magical creatures alike stayed away from humans. Humans possessing magic and those who did not frequently warred with each other for superiority. Out of them, four Great Powers were created, two containing only magic wielders and the others non-magic users.
They were the Thyrsos Veritas, Baculum Scientia, Gladium Potentes, and the Pugionibus ex Fatalibus. The Thyrsos Veritas and the Baculum Scientia collaborated with each other and worked to eradicate all humans that did not possess magic. Likewise, the Gladium Potentes and the Pugionibus ex Fatalibus worked to destroy all who were able to wield magic. After many centuries of fighting, Reality and Imagination were distorted by humans in their hatred and jealousy and greed.
The world was so warped that, finally, after millennia of pandemonium, it split into thousands of pieces and scattered all over different dimensions. Humans were sent with those pieces. Most that did not and did possess magic were separated from each other. They were sent to their own worlds that held varied magical quantities, depending on how many humans were able to use magic. Some worlds were made up entirely of magic while others were made with no magic at all. However, many still, were sent to worlds that contained, at the very least, a small amount of magic. Those humans were the ones who bore no ties of Power.
And so, it was millennia more that the Old History began to fade. Most humans lived in their separate worlds content. The Great Powers that battled for dominance disappeared without a trace. Each world created their own histories. Imagination and Reality had gone to a dormant state after the Divergence of the original world.
Sounds pretty far-fetched, don't you agree? Like I said, I was always skeptical of my grandmother's stories. Before now, I thought they were just stories for bedtime, to see that I fell asleep. After all, the chance of multiple worlds that contained humans was as real as pigs could fly. Apparently, that story was the truth. And what shocked me the most out of this whole ordeal was that I actually lived to see the day that pigs could fly.