Lilacia's Story

Chapter One: The Earliest Days

The First Age was a time of chaos, and immense, catastrophic mistakes. The world, a smooth, perfect orb, was smashed into uneven pieces. It was as if the poor creature had opened its mouth and screamed, only to be silenced by the brutal blows of a furious and vengeful creature of hate. Jagged rifts, deep wounds, were slashed violently into the boiling ground, fracturing the land and giving it battle scars it would never, ever forget.

It was in this Age that I was born. I came straight from the darkest recesses of the world, where shadows drown out the sky and threaten to smother all whispers of life. I was one of the First. I had no name. I was huge, and I felt power. At first, my vision was blurred. I could only perceive the faintest shapes through the haze that surrounded me, yet I knew well enough the evil that was unleashing its wrath upon the young and innocent land where I stood. I could feel the suffering of the earth whence I had come, the anguish that tore at its heart, and I too felt as if my organs were being sliced and salted and flung through the air.

It was the pain that truly opened my eyes, and everything became clear around me. I knew, then, what I was and what I had to do.

I knew that I was a Being of Light, one of the very First to walk the land, and I knew that my job was to clean up the foul mess darkness had made. I summoned everything I had experienced in those brief centuries of my birth, all the evil, all the destruction, all of the intense, burning pain, and I let it soak into my blood. I let it boil inside of me and overwhelm my senses. I let it rage and I let it scream. I let it peak. I let it collapse. Finally, the battle inside and out of me stopped. The thunder and lightning that had split the sky open ceased, and instead their was cool, drenching rain. It soothed the aching wounds of the earth and washed the blood away. It filled the rifts with dark, clear water. The thirst of the dry ground was quenched, and from its soil which was now rich and fertile, there sprouted a single tree. I recognised immediately that this would be the perfect place to store my soul, and so I cared for it until it was old enough to look after itself. Then I made it a nice soft nest for my spirit in the spreading canopy, tucked it in nice and snugly, and left it there for safekeeping.

I began to walk, across the new country and off the edge of the world. The First Age was over, and now it was time to enter a new era, an Age of Creation and of Light.