Darkest Days
-End of Ages
[Author's notes. Skies of Arcadia and all it's related characters are not owned by Ages. Rather, by Overworks and Sega.]
Prologue
Long ago, before there were ships to pilot, or even pirates to pilot them, before the worlds of new and old, there was a simple world. A world of one civilization. The Eden continent, filled with the element of darkness, of matter, of anti-matter, was the only continent on Arcadia. As such, only one civilization emerged, the Edenians, lived. They lived in prosperity, in peace. Harmony lived amongst the people of Eden, for there was no one to disagree with them.
They lived in a perfect balance. Until their fate was announced.
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Eden was no longer the darkness-engulfed continent it once was. Now filled with light of destruction. The continent was breaking apart, vastly in it's mass. The elder, holding a small child, along with his advisor, stood near a metal shaft.
"Fa mijh jugo eid duqo skem hvoj mujj tazeqora," said the advisor.
Regulus sighed in disbelief, "Mc ezyc qvoyr foyy pkozt ij he yosa ezqa meka ..."
The elder opened the metal shaft, placing the small child upon the cradle. Tears struck his dark face, he closed the shaft.
"Fekke zeh, Regulus," said the advisor, "hvoj jvusg fuj rajotpar he nkehaqh utuozjh uzc ruztak. Eeik jez, Nautilus, foyy pa jusa."
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For hundreds of years, the shaft stood there, unharmed. Long it stood there as the continent of Eden was divided into six. The black moon that once owned the sky's darkness no longer hovered triumphantly over the world of Arcadia. Alas, replaced by it, six moons that symbolized the world's new elements--flame, wind, ice, nature, lightning, and existance.
The people of the new civilizations had gotten along. Be it that they were friendly, or that they knew not of each other's existence, was never known.
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Alas, we come to the downfall of the old world.
We come to the world residing under the moon of yellow. As if it were exactly the same as the yellow continent of the new world, the old continent strived for power, for rule. The people under the yellow moon demanded that they be the prime ruling continent in all of Arcadia. Through their knowledge of technology, and their yellow moonstones, they created a massive bio-weapon made up purely of the thunderous clouds that engulfed the yellow continent in eternal darkness. They dubbed their creature, their arachnid of electricity, Yelligar.
Of course, the people of the yellow continent, Guyiu, talked big, but alas, could they even use their weapon of mass destruction if it were necessary? Hardly. The Guyiuans were too afraid to use Yelligar, so they merely threatened the other continents, a cold war, if you prefer. To control the arachnid, a massive collection of moonstones formed together in what the Guyiuans called the yellow moon crystal. This crystal was to be passed down from emperor to emperor, in hopes that it would never have to be used.
Slowly but surely, the other dwellers followed suit. Striving to be the higher power, more of these Gaia-gues, as they were called, were in the works. The people under the moon of blue, the Cisehemuns, completed their Gaia-gues second. Bluheim, the massive water leviathan. The Cisehemuns, unlike the Guyiuans, chose not to be threatening, rather, vengeful. Immediately, the Gaia-gues of the two continents were summoned to fight amongst one another.
It happened. The war amongst the Gaia-gues had commensed. The continent under the red moon, Zujk, through simple deseign, created their behemoth, Reccumen. The quad-headed beast used but one means of offense--the massive 'Red Ray,' of which either of the four heads would concentrate all their strength, and the devine powers of the red moon, into a deadly beam of fire. The Zujkians believed not in the war, and they said that Reccumen was only created as a means of defense for Zujk, hence the inability to fly.
Coincidentally, the people under the moon of green, the Xduhuxu region, believed the same as the people of Zujk, and created their Gaia-gues simularly. Grendel, the massive giant was sworn to protect the people under the green moon.
Second-to-last, we have finally the Tyuqouns, people under the moon of ice, purple. They were peaceful, passive in their ways. They were also doubtful in the wars. No one would be able to brave the cold of Tyuqou, said they in their own arrogance. However, they did create a purple moon crystal. They wanted to be in the war as well, but in their arrogance and cowardice, they would fight from afar. They imbedded a young arcwhale with their purple moon crystal. The youthful whale would decide for them if the war amongst the Gaia-gues was to be won by them. Plurgoth was born.
For decades the war amongst the Gaia-gues continued on. They were the epitome of their greed, their rage, their lust for power. Slowly, Arcadia was dying.
Only one civilization remained certain. If this war were to continue without disruption, the world would surely die. The people under the largest remaining continent, Soltis, held strong. They were going to cleanse the world of her suffering.
The ancient silver civilization had created their Gaia-gues, the symbol for life and death, for existence. They had created Zelos. The Gaia-gues of silver had no definite shape, as the Silvites believed not in definition. With Zelos's completion, the people of the silver moon said their good-bye to the world they once knew, their home. The capital of Soltis, the Great Silver Shrine, jetisoned high into the air, out of the atmosphere, onto the moon of silver, where it's home was claimed. The remainder of Soltis, graved down below into the deeper skies. The only proof of Soltis was the gateway, the Shrine ...
Using the power of all the known elements, Zelos threw a pure beam of hyper energy into the atmosphere. Divided into five, the beams rammed into the moons, minus silver. The eruption of moonstones from all the moons hailed unto the Arcadia planet below. The planet was cleansed once more.
The Gaia-gues war haulted, for there was no one to command them. Admittingly, this rain had not managed to kill off the entire world. There were some survivors.
Tartas, a young soldier of Guyiu, took the yellow moon crystal. He decided rather than to control the damned world, to end the suffering. He summoned Yelligar into the nearby maw, where he threw the crystal into the darkness. Through all the years, the maw, now dubbed Maw of Tartas, was sealed. The yellow Gaia-gues remained active in the maw, alas, dormant. Inable to cause harm to the new world.
The other Gaia-gues sunk back into their graves to be summoned again at a later date, perhaps. Only one remained, Plurgoth, as he flew on with the rest of Arcadia, as no one commanded him but himself. Some say that Plurgoth returned to his home, only to find that no one had survived. They had brought to their own demise, as the cold ended up being too much for them. The entire race died out ...
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Finally, we come to near-present day, and we return to the shaft, or should I say, shafts. You see, the rains of destruction was successul in two ways. It cleansed the world, but alas, it also caused a minor rip the space/time continuum. How minor, you ask? Too minor to cause any real danger, or so the people of the new world thought. The people of the Great Silver Shrine took heed of one shaft, leaving the other stranded on a small island not too far from there.
[End of Prologue]
-End of Ages
[Author's notes. Skies of Arcadia and all it's related characters are not owned by Ages. Rather, by Overworks and Sega.]
Prologue
Long ago, before there were ships to pilot, or even pirates to pilot them, before the worlds of new and old, there was a simple world. A world of one civilization. The Eden continent, filled with the element of darkness, of matter, of anti-matter, was the only continent on Arcadia. As such, only one civilization emerged, the Edenians, lived. They lived in prosperity, in peace. Harmony lived amongst the people of Eden, for there was no one to disagree with them.
They lived in a perfect balance. Until their fate was announced.
_________________________________________________
Eden was no longer the darkness-engulfed continent it once was. Now filled with light of destruction. The continent was breaking apart, vastly in it's mass. The elder, holding a small child, along with his advisor, stood near a metal shaft.
"Fa mijh jugo eid duqo skem hvoj mujj tazeqora," said the advisor.
Regulus sighed in disbelief, "Mc ezyc qvoyr foyy pkozt ij he yosa ezqa meka ..."
The elder opened the metal shaft, placing the small child upon the cradle. Tears struck his dark face, he closed the shaft.
"Fekke zeh, Regulus," said the advisor, "hvoj jvusg fuj rajotpar he nkehaqh utuozjh uzc ruztak. Eeik jez, Nautilus, foyy pa jusa."
_________________________________________________
For hundreds of years, the shaft stood there, unharmed. Long it stood there as the continent of Eden was divided into six. The black moon that once owned the sky's darkness no longer hovered triumphantly over the world of Arcadia. Alas, replaced by it, six moons that symbolized the world's new elements--flame, wind, ice, nature, lightning, and existance.
The people of the new civilizations had gotten along. Be it that they were friendly, or that they knew not of each other's existence, was never known.
_________________________________________________
Alas, we come to the downfall of the old world.
We come to the world residing under the moon of yellow. As if it were exactly the same as the yellow continent of the new world, the old continent strived for power, for rule. The people under the yellow moon demanded that they be the prime ruling continent in all of Arcadia. Through their knowledge of technology, and their yellow moonstones, they created a massive bio-weapon made up purely of the thunderous clouds that engulfed the yellow continent in eternal darkness. They dubbed their creature, their arachnid of electricity, Yelligar.
Of course, the people of the yellow continent, Guyiu, talked big, but alas, could they even use their weapon of mass destruction if it were necessary? Hardly. The Guyiuans were too afraid to use Yelligar, so they merely threatened the other continents, a cold war, if you prefer. To control the arachnid, a massive collection of moonstones formed together in what the Guyiuans called the yellow moon crystal. This crystal was to be passed down from emperor to emperor, in hopes that it would never have to be used.
Slowly but surely, the other dwellers followed suit. Striving to be the higher power, more of these Gaia-gues, as they were called, were in the works. The people under the moon of blue, the Cisehemuns, completed their Gaia-gues second. Bluheim, the massive water leviathan. The Cisehemuns, unlike the Guyiuans, chose not to be threatening, rather, vengeful. Immediately, the Gaia-gues of the two continents were summoned to fight amongst one another.
It happened. The war amongst the Gaia-gues had commensed. The continent under the red moon, Zujk, through simple deseign, created their behemoth, Reccumen. The quad-headed beast used but one means of offense--the massive 'Red Ray,' of which either of the four heads would concentrate all their strength, and the devine powers of the red moon, into a deadly beam of fire. The Zujkians believed not in the war, and they said that Reccumen was only created as a means of defense for Zujk, hence the inability to fly.
Coincidentally, the people under the moon of green, the Xduhuxu region, believed the same as the people of Zujk, and created their Gaia-gues simularly. Grendel, the massive giant was sworn to protect the people under the green moon.
Second-to-last, we have finally the Tyuqouns, people under the moon of ice, purple. They were peaceful, passive in their ways. They were also doubtful in the wars. No one would be able to brave the cold of Tyuqou, said they in their own arrogance. However, they did create a purple moon crystal. They wanted to be in the war as well, but in their arrogance and cowardice, they would fight from afar. They imbedded a young arcwhale with their purple moon crystal. The youthful whale would decide for them if the war amongst the Gaia-gues was to be won by them. Plurgoth was born.
For decades the war amongst the Gaia-gues continued on. They were the epitome of their greed, their rage, their lust for power. Slowly, Arcadia was dying.
Only one civilization remained certain. If this war were to continue without disruption, the world would surely die. The people under the largest remaining continent, Soltis, held strong. They were going to cleanse the world of her suffering.
The ancient silver civilization had created their Gaia-gues, the symbol for life and death, for existence. They had created Zelos. The Gaia-gues of silver had no definite shape, as the Silvites believed not in definition. With Zelos's completion, the people of the silver moon said their good-bye to the world they once knew, their home. The capital of Soltis, the Great Silver Shrine, jetisoned high into the air, out of the atmosphere, onto the moon of silver, where it's home was claimed. The remainder of Soltis, graved down below into the deeper skies. The only proof of Soltis was the gateway, the Shrine ...
Using the power of all the known elements, Zelos threw a pure beam of hyper energy into the atmosphere. Divided into five, the beams rammed into the moons, minus silver. The eruption of moonstones from all the moons hailed unto the Arcadia planet below. The planet was cleansed once more.
The Gaia-gues war haulted, for there was no one to command them. Admittingly, this rain had not managed to kill off the entire world. There were some survivors.
Tartas, a young soldier of Guyiu, took the yellow moon crystal. He decided rather than to control the damned world, to end the suffering. He summoned Yelligar into the nearby maw, where he threw the crystal into the darkness. Through all the years, the maw, now dubbed Maw of Tartas, was sealed. The yellow Gaia-gues remained active in the maw, alas, dormant. Inable to cause harm to the new world.
The other Gaia-gues sunk back into their graves to be summoned again at a later date, perhaps. Only one remained, Plurgoth, as he flew on with the rest of Arcadia, as no one commanded him but himself. Some say that Plurgoth returned to his home, only to find that no one had survived. They had brought to their own demise, as the cold ended up being too much for them. The entire race died out ...
_________________________________________________
Finally, we come to near-present day, and we return to the shaft, or should I say, shafts. You see, the rains of destruction was successul in two ways. It cleansed the world, but alas, it also caused a minor rip the space/time continuum. How minor, you ask? Too minor to cause any real danger, or so the people of the new world thought. The people of the Great Silver Shrine took heed of one shaft, leaving the other stranded on a small island not too far from there.
[End of Prologue]
