The Battle for Oblivion Prologue
Posted September 15th, 2013 by Ashauthor
Lazy Bones |
in front of my computer, surfing the internet
Come, dear reader. Come and join me in this tale of battle between three worlds which are divided by light, twilight, and shadow. The Realm of Light, the Realm of Twilight, and the Realm of Shadows, all having been at war with each other for centuries, all three sides coming to stalemate after stalemate. No matter how strong their weapons, strategies, and soldiers were, no realm could truly be defeated.
Until a new century began.
On the fiftieth day of the thousandth century, in the Realm of Shadows, fraternal twins had been born into the household of a simple commoner family. One boy and one girl, both destined to be raised to hate the light, to fight for their land, and spread their shadowy ways to every bit of the world. However, fate had other plans for the girl, who was given the name Raven. Even though her own future, along with her brother's, was planned out from her birth to her death, fate found a way to change that timeline, and those plans were utterly shattered.
The twins' homeland was bleak and dreary, and the stale air felt utterly cold. Black skies reigned whether it was day or night. The only plant life that existed were dead trees, their branches bare and frightening. The people of the Realm of Shadows were even more dull and scary. No one smiled. It was forbidden to feel any sort of positive emotion, therefore their faces were either in neutral states or in scowls. Everyone had snow-colored skin, inky black hair, and black and white clothing. Their eyes were gray, and soulless, as if the world was dead, and the citizens were wandering ghosts, unaware of what had happened but were filled with nothing but bitterness and scorn.
However, Raven had unique eyes. They were a combination of gray, fiery amber, and deep blue, which was a mixture of a common eye color from each realm. For that very reason, she was treated as an outcast for most of her life. No one paid her any attention and gave her withering looks of disapproval. Although she ignored the looks, a tiny part of herself ached for attention. Raven didn't know why, nor did she care. All that mattered was that she couldn't share what she felt, or it would mean certain humiliation.
Her brother, Zachary, was the only person who didn't treat her horribly. He acknowledged her presence as how one would treat an acquaintance, and that was enough for Raven. It satisfied the ache in her heart. For the duration her life, she wondered if all of the citizens of the realm felt the same aching in themselves as well. She wanted to ask someone, but again, it would lead to humiliation.
As Raven grew day by day, little did she know that she would be instrumental to ensure the safety of the Realm of Light and Twilight, and turn against her own people. That she would learn to crave the light, and feel emotions, and become...human.
Far away, in an unknown temple...
An object, the only thing that was whole in the decaying structure, stood exactly in the center of a hidden room. When the temple was once in use many decades ago, many adventurers and men looking for glory had to go through a labyrinth to find the powerful relic. But, no one could ever get past the dangerous booby-traps and life-threatening madness that came to those who became lost and never found the way out. That very relic was worth the pain though. It had magical abilities.
It could reveal one's inner self, grant anyone's desires, and anything else one could possibly think of.
But, it was also a dangerous weapon of major destruction... in the wrong hands.
Many battles had been fought and murders commited over the correct path to the ultimate power. Death tolls rose in each Republic for many years, until three people intervened, and soon after, everyone forgot about the temple, the labyrinth, and most importantly, the relic. Except for one woman. An oracle, to be precise.
She had been given a mission. Until an unknown date arrived, she 'd have to wait in the temple, awaiting those who carried the Propechy on their shoulders.
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