The Story

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The swirling void of grey and black water churned and pulled over and over scurrying away as a behemoth rises it back ragged and broken as if it was chained at the bottom of the dark abyss. The swirling water furious at this intruder to their empty drifting struck and battered the land trying desperately to pull it back down to no avail they battered its head cracking parts of the land creating caves for them to hide in away from all that now intruded on their open world.

The behemoth lay still all of the fight it had in leaving its dark prison taken from it. It's ragged back opening up to reveal damp cold wet worlds all on their own the only thing it kept with it from the time in the ocean. The skull of the creature fell under the cold waves as it stayed unable to move as if the cold floor still beckoned it back. In time the waves around fell silent, as if some unknown force commanded them, they surrendered to the rocky crags and empty plains.

In time a gentle breeze brought life to the barren world as the essence of worlds far beyond the horizon gave gifts of plenty, growths of green flourished and spread and soon the plains were full of the cries of creatures brought by the promise of food. The rocky crags refused the gives yet it was still given some as the mountains were soon filled with wings and beaks.

A group followed the life they found the behemoth as still as the faces of the travelers as they stepped off the wooden raft that somehow carried them across the treacherous seas and breathed air not meant for them and soon enough the behemoth felt the pain, they brought with them. They burrowed down and down further than all before and pulled and pulled ripping out the bones reveling more and more caves as broke open and all those who found refugee their perished.

The behemoths bones were lined up and pulled as shelter for the travelers and stayed for years the ware and tear of the elements causing many of them to be lost to time till the travelers stopped ripping the bones out and started ripping at the skin and the forest grown on the once present plains. Till the behemoth became just as barren as it was when it first risen out of the murky depths so long ago.

The behemoth no longer able to withstand all of the pain finally started to succumb to the pull of the sea and it fell. The ragged cliffs and crags of its back fell off in chunks crushing all in their path as they fell. Then the plains were swallowed by the seas, as the travelers were powerless to stop this they fell with the sinking creature as it returned home for the final time.  

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