Chapter 1

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    The number in gods of the realm was dwindling. There was only one way to stop the disappearance of these powerful emblems. Heroes.  Followers. "Tom....Tucker....the source of  the End.." Those words still ring in my head to this day. My mother had gone insane at a old age. She said to me and my brother Dianite these things . Surely not the Tom."The Tom who was at Dianite's door ten years ago? Who was Tucker? The End. I wonder, do they mean as in the dimension or the End, the end for all hope and peace?"

   My answer were given to  me a month later. Tom was lonely. He was granted to have two  friends to live and strive with him in the realm. That's when we met Tucker and his girl Sonja."the source  of  the End.." Maybe our mother was just going insane. It could all be a lie, but she had predicted the future a few times before.

    "Dude! This is sick Tom! Why didn't I know sooner?" Exclaimed Tucker. "I would've, but it was prohibited. Sonja, how is your house building going?" Tom was a little sad I realized when he said this. Did he know something I didn't? "I don't know what style of a house I should build. Oh..My...Gods..."I didn't see Sonja at this point, so I couldn't see what  was panicking or exciting her. "What is this place? Oh, this was the priest's house you were talking about!" The priest was my right hand man. He worships me, the god of Life. He was the one we got the future from. " The one that goes by The Shadows shall one day rekt the land on Purge day."

 What the heck does that mean? The Shadows? Purge day? Was rekt just not in my vocabulary?

     The lands kept increasing and the gods began to grow, but there was one who grew weaker. Ianite, the goddess of Peace, grew frail and weak as people stole things and killed others. The violence kills her. Tom, Tucker, Sonja, Tony and Josh Modestep, Nadeshot...of all of these people, none worshiped Ianite. They probably didnt know that she existed. How is she going to thrive?

    I haven't seen my sister since she was a little kid.She was taken by Dianite, the god of Death. How could he do such a thing? What was his motive? Then, I got a message.

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