This is the prologue of Fire Emblem: Song of Darkness. Please, give comments or suggestions for it!
When the son of men rises to be the greatest of all the minds, darkness and light will feud to contend for its dominion. But neither of them shall sing the sacred song of triumph, for it will be the mortal himself who shall keep his own tune.
-Verse 12, Book 4 of "The Prophesies of Bregnion"
When the world of Gallacia was young, the Old Gods made among them a race of fairest beings to populate the barren land. With blood of magic running through their veins, the people called themselves Valedorei, or "Spell-Singers."; the later generations of historians will call them "elves."
Bolstered by their abilities and graces of the Gods, the elves built magnificent civilizations all over the world, their citadels looking over the mountains and the seas. The power of magic was at its peak.
Yet, the hearts of elves were quick to change. It did not happen in one night, but elves gradually began to question the authorities of Gods. They never rejected nor neglected their creators, but for the first time, elves were thinking on their own will. Nor did this please the Old Gods, who were alarmed at how fast their creations have grown to challenge their might. Outraged, they created another race who could match the elves in power.
The new race did not have the natural affinity of magic nor were they fair in appearance. One thing drove them to glory, however: their insatiable thirst for knowledge and curiosity. While elves were complacent with their own achievements, the new race developed quickly into a great power. They called themselves in simple words: humans.
The tension between elves and men grew until, as gods have intended, a great war broke between the two. Elves fought men, and men fought elves in every corner of the world, many perishing as result. The conflict was called "The Purge."
At last, it was men who were victorious over the elves. The elves, humbled and routed, were nearly wiped out or assimilated into the human race. The last vestiges of elf-civilizations were destroyed and forgotten. Meanwhile, the Old Gods were pleased for the consequences, and expected their new servants to worship them. Ironically, the trouble was far from over.
What Gods did not expect was that humans were already thinking for their own, instead of following their wills. Their quest for knowledge has driven the humans deep into their own minds and reasons for answers, and thought independently. Gods, too busy taking revenge upon the elves, oversaw their mistake. Already, much of humanity had turned away from the gods, instead forging their own paths in the world. Gods, whose powers stemmed from the faiths of their followers, frantically and uselessly tried to retain control. Yet, they found themselves powerless, and finally retreated away from Gallacia.
For humans, more changes took place. As elves assimilated into humanity, there rose groups of humans who inherited Elven blood. Although they were still human, the rest of their brethren shunned them and regarded them with jealousy and hatred. These people, called Silesians, had the greatest skills and affinities with magic. For the other humans, they had to use spells or incantations to draw out their power, while Silesians drew magic from the elements themselves.
Millennia have passed, and past conflicts became all but legends and myths. Humans created nation all over the world, and prospered. Or it seemed…
The year is now 458 A.G. Signs of trouble began to stir, and evil set foot in the hearts of men…
R&R! OCs welcome!