The world of Nagesh sits on the brink of change. We, the Creators have foreseen its destiny. For 1000 years, the planet had budded to life through a Dark Age. Our light, the light of civilization, had not yet been granted to them. For centuries we watched until we deemed the world ready. For 1000 years, we have molded the world to our whim with air, earth, fire, and water, but now we have decided to use an entirely new element. Life.
Our seed had been planted and now the world of Nagesh, the world we had finished molding and morphing. We created the new life of Nagesh into beasts of air, land, and sea. All were at peace with one another, until the Darkness had corrupted them. Now where lions laid with lambs, predators feasts on the carcasses of their prey. We feared this cycle would destroy Nagesh, so we created a new form of life.
Thinking that we were the best candidates of life, we created this new life into our image. We named them humans, in honor of our own day of creation - Humonia. The humans were subservient at first, but later threw off their shackles. They took on our pride, as well as our curiosity. We left Nagesh to their fate when humanity realized its potential. Our work, for the most part was done. We retreated back to our realm, observing all, just as before.
In the Second Age of Nagesh, the humans exceeded our expectations. They not only banded together and manipulated the world around them, but they built great monuments, some in our honor, others to boast their own greed. It was in this pinnacle that the Darkness returned. It corrupted the hearts of men to turn against one another. Now there stood fewer monuments in our favor, and more to their own greed.
War came to Nagesh just as humanity was corrupted by the Darkness and their own greed. They divided amongst each other, creating borders and boundaries of their domains. One by one, the kingdoms abandoned their worship of us, and reinforced their efforts to expand and conquer. But not all would abandon us. The Kingdom of Ontima, tucked away in many mountains and isolated from the rest of Nagesh by treacherous waters, maintained their ties to us.
While the rest of Nagesh plunged into war after war amongst one another, Ontima, by our power, rose into a Golden Age. This marked the beginning of the Third Age. But just as our favor went well, the Darkness returned. But it had not corrupted the people of Ontima. Instead, it wiped out the world of Nagesh with a plague. By the tongues of men, it was called the Siren’s Plague. Life on our creation had shrunk to sizes that mirrored those of the beginning of the Second Age. Ontima had sent its only survivors the mainland, where they may one day reclaim their lost glory.
The Third Age progressed while our favored people, the Ontimans, blended in with the rest of humanity. The power of their blood was reduced when they bred with the others. But we did not act. Instead, we tried to find the source of the Darkness. We spent the rest of the Third Age in search of the cause of so much loss. We, the Creators, had left our realm. It was I who was left behind to watch Nagesh. It was I, Melicah, who was charged with guarding our realm.
As the Third Age ended, I knew I could not attempt both tasks at the same time, as powerful as I was. I called for Galiber, the messenger, and Cifurel, the dawnbringer, to roam Nagesh in search of the darkness. Galiber returned to me, declaring that Cifurel had been lost. The Fourth Age began when Cifurel had returned to our realm, declaring that he had overcome the Darkness. He sought out a reward for his deed. He wanted our realm, as compensation for his service of controlling the Darkness. It was then I realized that even Cirufel, a Creator, could be corrupted by the Darkness. I feared that he might spread it into our realm, so I banished him.
The Fourth Age now belongs to him, where I fear he gathers the powers of Darkness of Nagesh to take our realm, Diheas. I have tasked Galiber with fending off Cirufel on Nagesh, while I await the return of the other Creators. I fear that we may need the aid of humans to defeat Cirfuel and the Darkness. It is now, in the Fifth Age, after 5000 years of Nagesh’s existence, that we, the Creators, call upon the aid of humanity.
