fantasy story
In a time long before the great scholars of Istaria can even fathom, a time before the massive northern peaks were formed. A time before light and darkness, before the oldest Dragon Legends, there were the two. Without form or restraints, without origins, they existed and all of reality remained a perfect balance, a precarious equilibrium, an existence that neither changed nor evolved. As the countless eons passed, the two forces changed, one, a force that thrived in decay, chaos and darkness, we have come to know as Arimann. The other, the essence of light and order we call Ariddel. As the Two grew they gained the desire to overcome each other, and a silent war raged on, the material plane formed as a physical product of this war, as each power wished to show its dominance over the other; what one created, the other destroyed, anarchy fed off order and vice versa. No clear victory was possible because both were equal, eternal rivals that could never hope to vanquish one another. The endless war led to a reality in constant turmoil and the balance of the universe was in jeopardy. Both realized that they were powerless towards each other and thus retreated, back to their own 'realms,' they
The dusty brown fur had transformed completely, it was now immaculate white. He looked up and around him and all he was surrounded by were the huge trees that stood still like indifferent sentries on an eternal watch. what are you?" Kelrad managed to get on his feet and slowly edged backwards again. Below Zarchire sat on the rock, how long had it been Months? Years? Eons? He sat his lifeless body still, overgrown by the slimy fungus that engulfed all in the cave. The white furred wolf continued towards him. He managed to trail it until it reached a small clearing, the wolf had in its purrs a small furry creature, it was completely covered in blood as the wolf bit tenaciously into it. He vowed on his immortal soul, he would find a way, he knew there was. "Kelrad pulled his cloak tightly around him, darkness was drawing across the sky and he was still miles away from the closest town. No less than 5 paces away, the wolf raised its head, its black beady eyes met that of the Saris.
Common topics in this essay:
Damn Gurya,
Below Zarchire,
Dragon Legends,
Saris Mortal,
Kelrad Saris,
Realm Prologue,
middle realm,
raised head,
meal slowly,
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