When we fell from Earth

Forever Unforgiven

And as the creator took his last breathes, he spoke the last line of the prophecy. "The powers are taken far from here, to a world where magic, they will never hear."

I wrote down what he said, but he grabbed my neck and cried, "A world that..." he took a raged breath, "...now far gone..." he sighed and slowly closed his frantic eyes. "Home."

And so, the Imagination Creator, our god, disappeared into nothingness.

From Arothemanian History from A to Z by Aragai Chartai, the Personal Historian from the Imagination Creator.

Yasser had a little secret he didn't share with the others along with other secrets about his life than he can count, but this one felt like he needed to share. He could hear the darkness in the corner of the room whisper to him. He didn't know how to tell his friends that he has been losing his marbles since the day they made it here, but now that everyone had accepted that they will stay here and fight, his urge to tell them started to develop. Yasser's job at the bakery did give him more info than he thought about the Kings and Queens and all of Arotheman. Yasser wasn't the kind of person to ask for info, he preferred to do his own research, and this was what he did. He heard few words as his lead: There were ten Kings and Queens of Arotheman; The Kings and Queens died to save the world from some big evil.

This made him question Belimerando's words the day they got here. He said that the prophecy indicated eleven, but they were ten, and even the Kings and Queens were ten, then who is the eleventh? And what was—

I can answer you, if you just let me in. The darkness in the corner of the room whispered, and Yasser tried his best to ignore it, despite the shivers the voice gave him.

The light pouring in one of the windows casted the room in a soft Varten color that Yasser wished the room would be full of. He didn't want this darkness to stay like that, he wanted it gone. This darkness, something about it, made him feel uneasy.

I know what happened. I have been there when it did. I can tell you how we lost everything. Do not fear me, child. Embrace me, for I am a part of you.

"N—No." Yasser whispered, hugging his knees.

Why are you so afraid of me? Why don't you talk to me? He used to talk to me all the time, and I never hurt him. We were training together...but our training was never finished.

Yasser looked at the darkness, and he could have sworn he felt it staring back at him. Yasser didn't need to put his glasses on, but he somehow felt more in control with it on. Yasser knew that speaking to the darkness was making him even more insane, but the darkness got him curious, and it was going to answer a question he had asked himself before.

Could they have been the first to ever have the powers inside of them? Surely there must have been someone else, right?

Yasser looked at the dark corner of the room, and now he could clearly see that the darkness had a physical form. It looked like black silk moving with an invisible wind. He narrowed his eyes, trying to get any other feature, but he couldn't. He didn't leave his bed, but he just inched closer to its edge. He whispered, "Was there someone before me?"

A lot, yes. But only the one just before you were able to understand what I was. You see, when we got to your world, we were wounded by the surge of power we needed to get out of our masters and close the gate. The Creator yielded all of us at the same time and it was hard to travel to another world after it.

"The Creator yielded you?" Yasser titled his head, "What do you mean?"

Don't worry about this, this was in the past. The very far past. Now, the one before you came from the place you came from. The exact same place.