The Fallen Prince

Origin

This is a chapter dedicated to the origin of this story world. It is a vague development that serves as a foundation upon which to clarify the difference between the advanced world of Faervalon and the mortal world, and will not be used in the main plot.

In a small, dusty, forsaken library, a boy of around 13 years old came bustling in the door. He quickly shut the door and looked around the room. He was playing hide-and-seek with his playmates, and when his eyes fell upon a suitable hiding place, a curtain over an empty box, he hastily proceeded to conceal himself there.
"They'll never find me here," he laughed to himself. "No one ever comes to this library."
Five minutes passed, and he grew bored straight away. But he couldn't leave at that moment, he could be found right away, leaving a scar on his record as the best player of the game. As he spread out his legs in the cramped box, something poked his arm. It was a small book with worn pages and faded pictures, titled 'Origin.'
"Lux!" he chanted with a wave of his wand. A light bright enough to help him read appeared, and he turned the cover over.
•••••
In the black desolation lived Primum (Latin word for 'to begin'), who was clothed with the darkness of the void. Wandering for a long, long time through the desolation, Primum saw blackness everywhere he turned. Suddenly, an idea struck him.
"I shall make something to take my mind from my loneliness."
He tore off a piece of his dark clothing, and sculpted it into a spherical shape. Frustrated with the lack of creativity he had put into it, he thrust it deep into his pocket and took off a large jewel from his ring to work with it instead. He shaped the jewel carefully until it shone like a thousand worlds. Suddenly, he remembered the other sphere, and brought it out. To his surprise, he could see many stars and galaxies, and was fascinated by it. He called his two sons, Kali and Danil, and told them to take care of the spheres. To Kali, he gave the jewel, and to Danil, he gave the cloth sphere.
Kali lived inside the jewel and cultivated it, and Danil did the same with his. After a long time, Kali had made an advanced world with a few powerful inhabitants, filled with many magical wonders and marvels. He worked for some more time, then went out of the jewel to call Danil. He was nowhere to be seen, so he must have been inside the sphere. Kali entered the cloth sphere and wandered until he found the world his brother had working on, but Danil was nowhere to be found. The inhabitants of this world were not as powerful as in the jewel world, nor was the world an advanced one.
Kali approached them and said, "Where is Danil?"
"He has died, so we have buried them under there," the people said sadly, pointing to a large mountain.
"But it hasn't been long!"
"Danil said time is shorter here than in the world you made. Many generations have passed since his death."
Kali was sorrowful at the passing of his brother. Not even one generation had passed in the world Kali had made. As a sign of gratitude, he gave them a book of knowledge containing the technology used in the other world to help them. He returned to the other world to finish his work.
Generation upon generation passed until many people populated the earth. The book of knowledge Kali had given to them was useful, but everyone had grown discontent and wanted the book for themselves. They fought and killed each other for it, until there were only a few of them left, and when Kali heard the clamour, he came quickly.
He tore the book from mankind's hands and he chanted a spell. With one word, the book disappeared. He destroyed everything they had learned from the book and turned their works to dust.
"Where is it?" the people asked.
"It is here, but you will never find it. You will learn everything the harder way. You have disgraced my brother and I shall never visit you again."
Kali never visited the world he had made either. After giving his inhabitants rules upon which they could make absolute laws, he left to live with his father.
Kali set the two worlds high upon a shelf, but not before establishing a portal between them that could only be opened from the world in the jewel.
"Do not go to the other world unless it is an emergency," he said to his inhabitants. Those were his last words before he left both worlds forever.
•••••
"Found you, Lionel!" shouted a boy, flinging the cloth away.
The one hiding in the box stashed the book in his pocket. "Do not call me by my first name! You must always address me by my surname, 'Chenertes.' Understood?"
"Oh, you and your propriety! It took us ages to find you, and you are the last one left, as always. Come on, we will be late for dinner!"
Lionel Chenertes got up from the box and hurried to the dining-room with his playmate.
•••••
Rasmus closed the book he was reading and sat at his desk, staring into the ceiling. His assistant, RIchtoffel, looked at the cover with a curious eye and craned his neck.
"'Origins.' I've never seen this book before, sir."
"It is a rare item. I came upon it by chance in the market."
"What makes it special, sir?"
"It has been mentioned by many ancient writers and philosophers for as long as mankind has been known to live. I was just curious about it."
"Forgive me, sir, but this sounds a lot like a story to me. It is very vague."
"It could be," said Rasmus with a smile. "I wonder where that book is, or even that world. Anyway, we have a big, booming magical tools business, and I want to finish arranging the party for its establishment. Our products are selling nicely, and it looks like they will be for a long time yet."