Chapter One:
The Dream
In a reality not yet touched by the forces of time, there existed a boundless number of realms, all unique in all their own ways. Guarding all the realms were twelve beings of exquisite beauty and skill, and the realms looked upon them as gods and saviors. During this time, the realms flourished, not having a care at all whatsoever, for so sure they were of the protection that the beings bestowed upon them. And the beings themselves did not try to discourage their fame, but to their credit, did not try to fan the flames as well. But sadly, while they were looked upon with all this awe and wonder and sense of love and good fortune, there was a thirteenth who was sadly not looked upon with favor whatsoever. No matter how hard he tried, the other twelve always received more recognition and glory while he was forced to live with mere table scraps not fit even for a hound to feed upon.
One day, deciding he had enough, tried to take by force what he couldn't have through good will and the twelve fearing for once that they would lose their positions, banished him beyond the realms of light, into the everlasting darkness that lay beyond their borders, never to return. Angry at their apparent betrayal of sisterhood and brotherhood that they had so often spoken of, the 13th being became mad with grief and anger, and dared something that would've been unthinkable to all. He traveled back into the realms, by way of darkness, losing all light within, and became one with the darkness he had been cast to. Becoming known as the dark one, he dared not stop traveling till he reached his destination, the center of all the realms and found there the evil that had been lying sealed for an eternity, by his brethren. Knowing what lay beyond, he broke the seal, and took the evil within, forging it into a solid black crystal and merged it with his soul.
The release of the evil in the center of realms did not go unnoticed by the twelve. All the light beings were deeply saddened; and thus, with heavy hearts, prepared for war. While preparing the worlds, they protected for war, each of them put forth their main attribute into 12 separate crystals, each of a different color that was dear to their hearts. After gathering their forces and having readied their crystals, the leader of them all started to foretell this prophecy, "If we are to die in this battle, these crystals, our attributes, will live on. Only the descendants of each of us shall be able to unlock the crystal that they call their own and wield the power within. But sadly, none of our descendants will have any of our memories, nor will they know that which make these crystals so special. Thus, they will need to be courageous warriors indeed if they are to restore the balance of order for all. Let us hope that they prevail if we should fail. MAY THE FATES BE WITH US!"
The war that ensued was long and terrible. Many people from many worlds died in that battle, both good and evil. For a time, the twelve were winning, but then the dark one struck a terrible blow, destroying the central realm upon which all the connections relied upon existing. Upon this action, explosions ripped through many worlds and many people on both sides died in the aftermath of the explosions, along with countless millions getting displaced but out of this a miracle happened. A small world was born at what was left of the core of all worlds. A world that would one day be called Earth.
The twelve lost many battles afterward, but as their leader foretold, their crystals survived. The twelve then went into hiding and lived among the mortals evading the Dark One. They sealed off all the remaining connections that had reconnected to the small brand-new world. For thousands of years they evaded their brother, but finally he found them. The Dark one was outraged at having been evaded for so long and tried to have his crystal destroy them all. But the twelve decided to strike first, giving up their immortal selves to destroy him, but the plan half failed. The dark being was mortally wounded but far from death. He then counterattacked using his crystal to destroy the other 12. Again, the plan half failed.
There was a great explosion, and when the dust cleared, the twelve noticed that their crystals had scattered into pieces and had also been scattered into many different realms. Knowing they were living only on borrowed time, they separated themselves to hide within the realms that had managed to survive the terrible battles. Within time, death claimed them all. Somewhere out within the realms, the crystals remained hidden, waiting for their descendants. Waiting to be discovered and have their powers awakened once again. Now my friend let's see how this tale ends…...