The Ancient War: A Lost Tale of Another Realm.

Prologue

Long ago....

In the Era of the First Gods of the Men of Old...

There was... nothing

This world, now a vast and diverse landscape, was a bleak wasteland where a vast and seemingly endless desert had dwelt. It had no water, as far as The Descent of Men can recall. Not one tree dwelt here, in fact, there was no life. So much has been gained, yet so much more precious has been lost. For the Demons of Night hath taken the love of the World.

A land there must be beyond this one, as we have been told that we came on a vast fleet of ships, and were seeking a new life, but of the old one, we hath never known, as it, and many more things that should not have been lost, have been lost, never to be found. We did not know the treasure of knowledge, and cared only for our own goods and welfare. Alas, we will lose all soon, save we shall re-obtain Wisdom, as it dwells in the darkest corners of our minds, illuminating little, and failing to save us from folly, want, and greed. Only in the fewest of hearts dost Truth dwell, in the same village as Love and Unity. We must look to these Men and Women who show us the Light, guiding us throughout the Darkness of Hate, Spite, Envy, and Despair, and ultimately, into a land far better than out own. There will come a tale of this, but we shall see to that another time.

Listen well, Children of Light, for this tale is of Hope, and it shall show how didst the darkest hour hath parted, and the Light of Love shone through a world quite like our own. Alas, if whoever did it could do it, than we shall be capable of this too. So listen with your Hearts of Hearts as well as the Wisdom in your Emotions.

For we came, in ships of the finest cedar, looking for a world (I have already told you I couldn't recall of this reason) and little hath been revealed through my mind, as we were blinded by love of wealth, as have Men of Your Realm, which clouds our minds more than the strongest wine, fills us with folly more than all other things of Shadow, which leads us do Doom's Black Hand.

We came to this World, looking for Gold, which Men love and covet more than all things, and which cripples men more than a moth to a fire. I don't know why we hath come to a bleak land of horrid lifelessness, and we have lost many lives of highest value, for in our greed of gold, we would not even look for nonexistent water, and spent our life digging in the land, however little gold we found. The people wasted away, looking for nonexistent gold, when one man, by then name of Desren, had finally had enough.

He brought a horn of ivory, which he used to call the last of our people together, and called out to them, saying that they had been fooled, searching for gold that was not existent, and had not seen Love of Life. And the Elder Men cried back, claiming that he was a fool, for he had not looked for gold as the rest had been doing. And he went, and struck them with a sword, for they had been fooling the people, and wanted all the gold for themselves.