Parable of Arcastia: Journey between the dual world

Prologue

A voice calls out to a boy floating in mid air. He drifts across the sky, eyes gently closed. He tries to open his eyes, yet he is unable to. All he can do is float in the middle of nowhere unaware of anything that is happening around him. Unable to know where he is doesn't bother him as much as the strange woman who continues to speak with him.

"There are stories. Some good, some bad, and some decent. They give the illusion of another world, without any other thought to them being merely subjective. Some will find it hard to believe that every story has a purpose greater than they can even imagine. These stories were told even before life began in the world, and to understand how this is possible, one must first look to the past. Now let your eyes gradually open and listen to my brief story. It won't take long, so just: listen, witness, and experience. "

The woman's voice fades, and the boy suddenly regains control over his eyelids. Opening his eyes, he sees what looks to be the world except much younger. He can understand what is happening just by observing with his own sight alone.

"What you are witnessing is the old world, a world before your time. In the old world mystical hostile beast and civilized creatures, all lived together. They had an order, a community, they were all family. The being of life in the world was the most peaceful, and beautiful thing anyone could hope to witness. The fresh smell of the first oceans; splashing against the rocks and shores. Masses of lands in their infancy, generating new life with every passing minute."

The boy listens, being interested in what the voice is telling him.

"Even though fearsome beast roams the lands, there has not been any killing; in fact, no one has died. They go through life feeling joy and happiness, not yet controlled by greed and hatred.  The world has no history you could say. Although you would be wrong in claiming such a thing, this is still an amazing moment to be a part of a true Utopian moment for the world."

"The world formed new history every second, along with its pre-existing history that was written long before it's formation. Everyone's story was meant to be told before the world even began, from every sentient being to every tree. All lived wonderful lives, however, near its end there was a huge, might, godly storm. It crawled over the ocean's surface. Its targets knowing of its existence until it was too late."

"On each individual land, the people witnessed unholy horror befall upon them. As their once pure utopian land began to grumble into a dark demonic hell, they did the only thing they could do. They prayed--prayed with as much faith as they had in the gods that watched over them and the world. The gods who would do anything to help aid the lesser beings through this time of hardship."

" As they pleaded loud and far, their prayers were soon answered by Poseidon. Creating massive ripples in the water without the use of wind; he began to forge an enormous sea wall. It was five hundred kilometers high. This tsunami will engulf an entire land in water, and then a whirlpool forces the island downwards into the ocean. As the storm formed in the ocean, it pushed and pulled on the water. Soon the wind ceased, however, the water still moved from side to side violently. This was only in the one particular section of the sea, so no one on and land could know of this. As the water grew tall from out of the sea, its destinations are clear. It will head for each and ever island every land that rests above the ocean."

The voice hushes as the events continue to play out before him.

As the wave approached the shore of its first target, those who were at the shoreline could see the sky-scraping tide was actually made of sea imp's. 

Sea imp's ar'e creatures that have the physical characteristics of water. Their insides are completely made of liquid. Their home is in the sea, and it gives them the opportunity to move at their own pace. When they transfer to land this is not an option. Since their entire insides are liquefied, they must move constantly at acceleratory speeds; if they are to stop for even a second, they're whole entire body will collapse in on itself, until they're nothing more than a puddle. When a sea imp dies it becomes the substance known as pure water. Their corpses are what fill the rivers, lakes, and oceans.

 The sea imp's move hastily through the corpses of their passed brethren. They head to island after island, flooding it in a massive aquatic force. Climbing over one another, eager to take the lives of those ahead of them. The sea imp's claw at each other, thirsting for the blood of the fallen inhabitants. When blood enters a sea imps body it enhances their already miraculous abilities, making them more threatening than before. This form of a sea imp is simply known as a blood-imp. 

With each successful kill, they become more unstoppable. With their minds only focus on killing-- and drinking blood, they're too motivated to slow down anytime soon. By this point, the sea imps have sunk all but one island. The last island in the entire world. This is by far the most massive landmass in comparison to all the other's that had fallen into the hands of the sea imps. It dwarfs the majority of the others easily.

The residence of the land did not know of their upcoming demise, for this one in particular land, was spiritually distant from those who call themselves gods. They barely prayed for assistance and they go about their days as if they are indeed the only ones in the world; before that thought became reality. Being so distant, they were not told of this event.

The mighty beings that agreed to end the world's life by flood in order to prevent their own demise in the longer term--believed that the people of the last island would come to a point of resignation, and die for the greater good without an inch of a second thought. The so-called gods of the world, however, were about to be proven wrong. 

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