Chapter 13: Ancient Force Stir 2 0f 5

Origin of their worship.

It had struck the gods. Seemed it had that their own creations were oblivious to their existence. Anger festered in some of the gods' hearts.

Contain, deemed Ahnas, the anger that gods felt. Thought they that the Humes were ingrates, on a scale so magnificent, bitter they were to the gods' eyes.

Pondered did Ahnas, upon how to solace the hearts of his fellow gods. Struck again was he. Fault did he find in the gods, of offense, the Humes were devoid of. Ascertain did Ahnas, of who truly bared fault. In meditation did he find, that the Humes, an eye never had they lay upon a god.

Correction of such carelessness, did Ahnas seek. Descended, Ahnas and the gods did do again. A wish they had, to reveal their existence to their creations.

A spire, of cloud, fire and water, the gods were enveloped in. A staircase to heaven, so it seemed, that the gods used to descend.

Attract, the swirl did. Many a Hume came running and armed to the swirl that towered into the heavens. The swirl did then disintegrate and revealed the gods, proudly, did they stand. Now words came from the Humes' mouths. Shocked, amazed and curious were they of the figures, which before them, stood. Clad in metal, under the blazing sun did they shimmer.

Glare did the gods, at the Humes. Pathetic were they to their eyes. In near disappoint was Ahnas.

But then, a Hume, fear did coil tightly in his heart. Stutter sounds barely audible came from his mouth. He trembled and knelt before the Gods.

Ahnas, to an extent that great was not, was pleased.

The others looked at the bowing Hume, and followed. All the land was then covered with kneeling Humes.

Ahnas knew now, that the Humes had fear of them. Respect did he expect from them, and trust could he, that they would give.

Ahnas did summon another whorl, and the gods vanished.

Knowing now that a great power ruled and perhaps watched over them, built monuments and structures upon which to worship the beings that had so grandly presented themselves.

Life had turned from a state of primitive, to a state of servitude. Dawned it had to the Humes, that indebted were they to the Gods. A favor, did the Humes felt obliged to return. They cultivated the land and helped the vegetation grow.

The variety of life that also shared the land with them, refrain did they from bringing them to excessive harm.

And thus did they worship the entities that had revealed themselves to them.

But not all things are eternal. And end is set for everything mortal.

The accursed Shadow Nethicite. Entire was it still, an unambiguous shape it had, along with a definite darkness.

And gloom did spill from the Shadow Nethicite. And it then matured in the hearts and minds of Humes.

This moment deemed favorable by Xabaam for his reprisal. It had seemed that Humes, submit to darkness, did they find easy. And manipulation, were they almost powerless to resist.

Thus did the weak hearted rebel against those who did worship with utmost sincerity. Gather did they beneath some nameless banner. Mindlessly were they propelled to do the faithful of Ivalice harm and offense of which the degree was utmost.

In fields of vast, of barren, of arid, of frigid, of stormy, did the Humes slaughter each. Darkness was then bolstered, by every Faithful, which had been felled. All the more, to strengthen those who slaughtered, did it contribute. For every soul, mortal deemed to be felled, the darkness that did fuel Ivalice's tormentors, grew.

Vanish into yonder gust did the hope of the Humes. The help of the gods, in desperation did they yearn and beg for their salvation. Verge now did the Humes, faith unquestioned and fealty absolute, on total annihilation.

And lo, the darkness amidst were the faithful, did a burning light brightly shine. Behold ye, figure bathed in ethereal gold, of solar glory, solace did the faithful feel. Descended had Ahnas and his lackeys. Liberate their disciples from the torment, of which deeply were they set in.

Quell did Ahnas those who did display, greatest form of audacity. All most effortlessly, did Ahnas annihilate, those who did confront him. In further display, of his power paramount, combat and defeat did Ahnas all those who had laid grief, death and desolation upon the land.

And when at last, the darkness again did fade. Dawn had a new day. Retreat did the shadows, seep in did the light. Forestalled, again, was the cold reprisal of Xabaam. A savior, deemed and dubbed was Ahnas, before the eyes of the Surviving Humes. Little time, did those who were spared, wasgiven to behold Ahnas. A whorl, swirling mist and flame, Ahnas did conjure, and vanished had he into the heavens.

Deed, good or ill, neither of which vanishes into the empty corners of the minds of the Humes. So did they further cherish their creators. Recognized were they also as their saviors. More feverous now was their worship. Numbers ever growing, did teachings branch from the gods' selfless conduct.

And thus originated their true worship. Of which ran deep and long into their culture.

Mustapha Mond

Ordalian Historian

All "history lessons" are courtesy of Scipio, my brother, who is the weaver of these tales...we beg your pardon for the long update, I have been in college for the past weeks and have not reached a desired computer to otherwise upload our manuscripts...please be patient with us...