Kaleidian Myths

Prologue

War...

Conflict…

Betrayal…

                The lonely candle fire kept the air around them dry as it danced warmly amidst the dark silence of the room. Cloaked men sat and circled the light with their hoods concealing their eyes and hands hidden in their sleeves. Crooked smiles are sketched across their faces. Wrinkle-worn cheeks meant they have been alive for quite some time. The atmosphere around them seemed paralyzed, awaiting even the slightest motion to become substantial.

                “Ethron will engage in that war.” The pitchy voice of one of the cloaked men resounded in the deafening silence. A grin slowly stretched across his jaws.

                “Shall we stop them?” another one said. He was the thinnest of the men circling a single candle in the dark.

                “Of course,” the pitchy voice replied. “We cannot let the two regions destroy one another for now. It is not yet the chance.”

                The thin man gave an eerie chuckle. It went almost exactly like a cry. Then dark orchid colors of light started to glow through him. It radiated pulses that resembled the heartbeat. Throbs counted rhythmically. His glowing aura shimmered intensely. The pulses flowed out of him like vapors rising in air.

                Soon, the large man sitting on his left started to glow a bronze aura. The pulses throbbed strongly out of him. The next man radiated an electric blue aura that sparked menacingly from his cloak. Then the man with a pitchy voice also started to glow. His aura was milk white. The fifth man glowed an intense lava red aura. He seemed like a volcano ready to erupt. The sixth released a forest green aura. The eighth shined a hue of sun yellow and the ninth glowed metallic silver.

                “This is Ethron’s fault,” the lava red man debated. “If it weren’t for their greediness to information, all of these could have faded off invisibly.”

                “Watch your tongue, Elder of Fire!” the pitchy voice shouted. “Do not let your biases blind your fiery eyes. We all know that our Rukopolitan warlord had always been dreaming of Ethron’s advanced weaponry. Being inclined only to spit out fireballs, he might just even melt down all those droids.”

                “Scar Dragonaut is a legend! He will be the most renowned warlord in history, even greater than Crimson himself! Do not mock me, Elder of the Wind. I know you have been closed allies with that professor of yours.”

                “Enough!” the eighth Elder announced. “We have gathered here to prepare ourselves to the coming of the next one. We do not sit here to argue over less important things!”

                The dark orchid glowing man chuckled again. The other Elders looked at him attentively. “It has begun.” He proclaimed.

                Above him, a window suddenly opened. Gusts of air came rushing in and the small candle fire puffed out as moonlight replaced the illumination of the Hall of Balance. Out in the sky, a shining beam of sacred light shot straight from the heavens. The clouds dissipated instantly as it passed by and the night brightened like day. The beam plunged into the ground and a loud impact of the collision was heard. The brick wall of the Hall of Balance reverberated in distress as the whole fortress of Daiasgard shook in the massive tremor. The gusts turned into blasting winds that choked air from their nostrils while reversibly flipping their hoods to reveal the Elder’s faces marked with glowing ancient scribbles and eyes vivid with the colors of their aura. The hair growing on them also shimmered with the hue escaping out like vaporous pulses from their bodies.

                The aftershock of the explosion generated a powerful force wave which shattered everything down, leaving nothing but dust in its wake. Miles and miles of devastation crept visibly across the southern parts of Aidengard where the onslaught of the monstrous beam left mounds of silver ash blanketing the soil. Nothing living survived the catastrophe.

                “Did you feel that deis?” the sixth Elder asked in excite. “The deities themselves have done it for us.”

                “Yes,” the large man said, glinting with his bronze-colored eyes. “Even the ground felt the searing pain of the wrath of the deities. I have never seen so much power!”

                “All living forms perished in that rubble. But from there, our hope will rise. Do you agree with me, Elder of Light?”

                The man glowing like the sun smiled a haunting grin. “Yes, I agree. It is time we welcome him. Let us go, brothers. Our Hieru has just been born…”