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The Chronicles of Hugo Blacke: A Prologue
Here’s where our story begins
Most stories start nice and slow. This is not one of those stories. This story starts with a war. A war between the Angelics and the Fallen.
The Angelics were a maddeningly beautiful race of celestials whose true form consists of dazzling light. The form they show to people, however, typically has three sets of wings, a body made of wheels, 200 eyes, and the heads of a man, an eagle, an elk, and a lion. Their skin is made of marble, with gorgeous golden hair. They communicate primarily through song and with a voice that sounds like a choir that’s 200 strong. Of course, as beautiful as they are, they have no true free will, which put them much at odds with the Fallen.
The Fallen look much like the Angelics. That is, if the Angelics burnt their skin until it was charcoal black, cut three of their four heads off, and grew six inch ram horns. This is because many of them were once Angelic. Angelics that got burnt from divine fire and got three of their four heads cut off. They grew the horns because they liked how they looked. The war, of course is what burned them.
Four hundred million years ago, long before the world as we’ve ever known it, the universe was quiet. Every known celestial was an Angelic, and they were all serving Krog. They all had free will back in those days because Krog thought nobody would be so foolish as to challenge his rule. How wrong he was.
It started with Pūrus, who had the thought, “if Krog is all powerful, then surely he’d be able to create a world full of life, wouldn’t he?”
He ventured toward Krog and asked his question. Silently, for he had no mouth, Krog set forth in making a world. He took his pet Phoenix and imbued the planet with its life. First came the Titans, super massive giants who lumbered through the world’s fathomless oceans, slowly creating the tides and the winds in their wake. When they died, they’re bodies created the lands, and the Spirit of the Phoenix incarnated for the first time into a flower.
Then came the Dragons, the first intelligent creatures, other than the celestials themselves. Some of the Dragons made themselves home on land and became the Dragosi. Some came to live in the ocean, and became the Leviathans. But the most powerful and the most intelligent stayed in the air. Their wrath whipped up storms, and their spirits taught the Dragosi how to read and write. In this world, the Phoenix reincarnated again, as a sparrow.
Next came the Fae. They spread far across the lands and populated them. They didn’t trust the Dragosi despite the generosity offered. They fought. The deaths on both sides imbued the world with wild magic but pushed both races into hiding. From their hiding places, they studied the magic now in the world. This was the first time the Phoenix reincarnated into an intelligent species; Ivak, the child of Dragosi queen Vanah, and Fae lord Mafs.
Then came the Ancients. At first, they weren’t well adapted for the world, and some had to travel to the farthest reaches of the world to find refuge among the Dragosi or the Fae. They were the first to learn about the world’s magic, and some became the Nightmare Clan. The rest, or rather the less fortunate, had to survive together, living in small villages. They slowly learned how the world worked on their own. These became the humans of this world.
As Krog watched over this world, Pūrus became jealous. Jealous of how his idea glorified Krog, for that’s who everyone in this world worshipped. He decided to rally an army against him, to take over the world, and to win the admiration of the populace. He took on a human form and started telling the different humans and clansmen that if Krog loved them, why did they have hardships? He wasn’t able to convince all, but he convinced enough. Slowly but surely, the praise came his way, and Pūrus gained powers not even Krog had.
This was when he held his first attack.
The sky that night was brilliant, like thousands of brightly colored splotches of light with streaks of constantly moving pure darkness. The battle took all night. At dawn, the humans and clansmen found a new locked door on a certain mountainside. Locked, because it contained Pūrus. This spot is where our true story begins.
