Thank You
Author's rantings and ravings: Never watch 'Mothman's Prophecy' at night. It scared the pants off me.
And I rewrote, since not many people understand....
Notice I pretended more people were reviewing my fic. *hint hint* (
Part 18: History
Once upon a time, many people knew what The Ancient Nameless Ones were. They were the ones who helped the human race to survive, taught them how to plant, grow, hunt...many things that were to their benefit.
They were grateful, and worshipped them as gods. The Ancient Ones became proud, and became more powerful, because they were gods, right? Gods are all-powerful. Gods rule everyone. Gods can do whatever they want. Gods can order you to die, to feed them, to kiss the very ground they walk on, toss you around like basketballs, set fire to your house and watch sadistically as you run about carrying pitifully small buckets of what you think is water and try to put out the fire.
Among Them were different...race groups? Seers, witches, shape-shifters, vampires, psychic vampyres, psychic people with no specific powers...
Slowly the humans resented them. They felt they had become slaves, instead of equals. But not all of the 'gods' were like that. Some of each race banded together and tried to turn their fellow people back to what they were, before it was too late.
It was too late.
The humans had thought Them as too dangerous, and joined together for the first and last time to destroy The Ancient Nameless Ones. But being the primitive people they were, they didn't stay to check if all of them were wiped out.
Sadly, some of their enemies lived. Unfortunately, they also vowed revenge on all of the Human Race.
What both sides didn't know was of little band of good Ancients went off earlier, having foreseen the attack. They now mingle with the humans, and their children never forgot who they really were.
It was a few centuries later when both teams noticed each other. The Good Side had now called themselves Daybreak. They stood at the sidelines, watching the human race, coaxing them to go for peace instead of war. The purer line of Daybreakers watched their line tangle with the humans, causing them to forget their ancestry. Occasionally one would show promise of some kind of power, like...Einstein. But somehow, something always happens...
They dug a little deeper, and found the renegade group Daemon behind all the trouble. Their numbers were growing shockingly fast, their evil doings increasing...
Finally, they have found a Purpose. Daybreakers against the Daemons.
Who shall win?
Next Chapt up.....sooon.....I think......
And I've just realized how sucky my fic is. I read thru it and the first few chapters were better. *sigh*
Author's rantings and ravings: Never watch 'Mothman's Prophecy' at night. It scared the pants off me.
And I rewrote, since not many people understand....
Notice I pretended more people were reviewing my fic. *hint hint* (
Part 18: History
Once upon a time, many people knew what The Ancient Nameless Ones were. They were the ones who helped the human race to survive, taught them how to plant, grow, hunt...many things that were to their benefit.
They were grateful, and worshipped them as gods. The Ancient Ones became proud, and became more powerful, because they were gods, right? Gods are all-powerful. Gods rule everyone. Gods can do whatever they want. Gods can order you to die, to feed them, to kiss the very ground they walk on, toss you around like basketballs, set fire to your house and watch sadistically as you run about carrying pitifully small buckets of what you think is water and try to put out the fire.
Among Them were different...race groups? Seers, witches, shape-shifters, vampires, psychic vampyres, psychic people with no specific powers...
Slowly the humans resented them. They felt they had become slaves, instead of equals. But not all of the 'gods' were like that. Some of each race banded together and tried to turn their fellow people back to what they were, before it was too late.
It was too late.
The humans had thought Them as too dangerous, and joined together for the first and last time to destroy The Ancient Nameless Ones. But being the primitive people they were, they didn't stay to check if all of them were wiped out.
Sadly, some of their enemies lived. Unfortunately, they also vowed revenge on all of the Human Race.
What both sides didn't know was of little band of good Ancients went off earlier, having foreseen the attack. They now mingle with the humans, and their children never forgot who they really were.
It was a few centuries later when both teams noticed each other. The Good Side had now called themselves Daybreak. They stood at the sidelines, watching the human race, coaxing them to go for peace instead of war. The purer line of Daybreakers watched their line tangle with the humans, causing them to forget their ancestry. Occasionally one would show promise of some kind of power, like...Einstein. But somehow, something always happens...
They dug a little deeper, and found the renegade group Daemon behind all the trouble. Their numbers were growing shockingly fast, their evil doings increasing...
Finally, they have found a Purpose. Daybreakers against the Daemons.
Who shall win?
Next Chapt up.....sooon.....I think......
And I've just realized how sucky my fic is. I read thru it and the first few chapters were better. *sigh*