--The Beginning of a Tale--
--Prologue: Manuscript of the Histories--
Written by Pro. Michael Gast
Source of Information from Ifalna Gast
Chapter 1
The Cetra themselves were an advanced people from beyond the galaxy we reside in. For eons they had searched for a planet to call home. There had been billions upon billions of this race, but after all the years of drifting through space, only hearing the reverberations of the many other planets' listless voices, many perished. After a time, they came into this minuscule gathering of stars in the cosmos that we call the Milky Way.
And in this tiny handful of celestial beings, they heard a song. A song that revitalized their spirits. After all of their long wandering, they had found a place to call home. The sweet sound led them on, growing stronger as the Cetra neared.
There was much happiness and great rejoicing. In finding a planet that had its own consciousness, which was rare, it held a variety of lifeforms, including one very similar to the Cetra themselves. This people were still in a medieval era of growth, seemingly stuck in their cultural growth. For years and years, the Cetra lived in peaceful bands on the continents alongside the humans, healing minor wounds the Planet received through natural disaster, cultivating the flora and fauna, and aiding their friends to become a more advanced people and civilization.
Then one fateful day, an alien being descended violently onto the surface of the northernmost continent, in the area of the Knowlespole Cetra, as they called their band. The being was severely wounded from its arrival, and begged for help from the Planet and the Cetra.
But, the Planet was wary, and these feelings were also transferred to the Cetra, who had become self-made guardians of their home. The wound inflicted by the alien being's crash had caused an uproar between the numerous bands of the Cetra people scattered across the world. In a panic, they flocked to the site of the wound, with the intent to heal the life-threatening injury.
By this time, the being had gathered information on the Cetra, the humans, and most importantly, the Planet. The being, original name unknown, approached the Cetra once more as they gathered to heal the wound it itself had caused, asking for the cure of its many wounds. It also asked if it might held repair the damage done.
The being was taken in by the Knowlespole Cetra, waiting eagerly for its body to heal. A unknown time elapsed, some think about a month, before all of the able Cetra had come. Some of their human allies had come with them as well, concerned about the Planet. The being asked why more humans had not come, and received the answer that some of the humans had rejected the Cetra's friendship and help, instead staying to themselves and attacking Cetra bands at random encounters.
The Cetra were gathered and rested, ready to heal their mother Planet. The being, by this time, had fully regained its strength, and transformed, appearing to the congregation as the face of their dearest loved one. Of course, with all the Cetra, as well as humans under its trance, the being called upon the rebellious humans. They were to become its minions, to do everything it told them to do.
And whilst this was all happening, no reason for the being's actions were never made known. Knowing they had been betrayed by someone thought to be their friend and ally, the Cetra tried desperately to heal the Planet before the being could harm it any more. The Planet itself was deeply wounded to the point of death.
But, somehow, the being gathered the humans, and sent them to attack the remaining Cetra that had been left behind. The being then went by itself to the central city of the Knowlespole Cetra, where they had gathered. In its attack, the being unleashed a seemingly harmless virus into the peoples, and was slightly weakened from the exertion.
At this time, the Planet, in its weak state, began to produce the Weapons. The Weapons were gigantic reptilian creatures that would be able to destroy the being. These Weapons would take a great amount of spirit energy to produce, so it was thought by the Cetra is they waited too long to destroy the being, all would be lost.
The normally peaceful Cetra took it upon themselves as the guardians of the Planet to defeat and seal away the being. They condemned it the name 'Crisis from the heavens', and attacked it all out. Somehow, the Crisis, as it was called now, gained access to the ultimate destruction spell, only known to certain leaders of the Cetra.
With the meaning to use the spell to destroy the Planet and the Cetra, the Crisis tried to use it. In a last attempt to destroy the Crisis, the remaining Cetra weakened it to the point of inability to use magic, and transported the helpless being to the Western continent, so it could be sealed away, for the Cetra were still too weak from the virus and the Planet's wound to ultimately destroy it.
The Crisis was sealed in a tomb-like cavern in the mountains north of the Valley of the Fallen Star. The Cetra were relieved, but this did not last for long. The once flourishing people had been dealt a devastating blow. Almost every Cetra that had been in the Knowlespole area had either been killed by the humans under the Crisis' influence, or the virus had taken them. The Cetra were outnumbered by the humans, who were still in hiding from the Crisis, afraid of its return...