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( PLOT HISTORY)
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as mortals we wish upon stars, upon greater beings. and hope for better.
as mortals we always stare up at the stars, but hardly ever wonder if they stare back.
you see the stars are just as alive as we are but far more powerful, and far more distant, but alive all the same. burning away, bright and fast. and dying just as we do. just as bright.
but far less kind. silent and sure, not the best company to be around.
because once upon a time, an Entity far more powerful than the stars in the heavens above, grew bored of their companion ship. alone in His own little cosmos, he desired something more dear than a star, but not as weak as the mortals below . someone to take care of things for him, to talk to and love. so , he created children for himself and the world he built. four titans to call his own.
an eldest son to rule the skies. a daughter to rule the seas. a youngest son for the earth. and a daughter for the hells below.
these titans created for power and love, but not of each other. and they all grew up hating another and fighting for their fathers affections. and from the Titans became smaller gods.
and the world below them grew vastly. seas tamed, hellish creatures kept at bay , natural disasters minimized and the sky no longer fell as it did before. the mortals below began to praise their titans and gods.
until a line had to be drawn.
centuries after in His old age, the entity told his children how he was greying, decaying and soon to be deceased. and he needed one of his four children to fight a final time and prove their worth. a test to see who could rule once he was gone.
so, stripping them of their powers to prove their true worth he sent them to the world below. casted out of heaven, the four fell in separate locations. fighting three quests each, from mind games to beasts to earning a weapon given to them each by their creator. until they proved their worth and met at the middle, to finish one final task.
expect nothing came. and gods know nothing of patience.
they waited days for a answer, for guidance. only to give up and about to take the matter into their own hands, but for a fellow gods to fall down. bloodied wings and a bleeding heart, the messenger goddess Dicere, to tell them what had happened as she died in moments to come.
The Entity had started to destroy the heavens he created the moment the Titans were gone. with no ones to protect them but themselves, gods were killed and the bound super natural creatures with them.
he had gone mad. a creator that hated his creation. and only left the wounded messenger to leave a final message. the gods were gone, there was no title or heavens to look up to anymore. and that he would come for them one day to finish it off.
and in their heart break, all the siblings responded differently. the eldest with weapons for war, the next with plans and attempts to solve what was done, the next fleeing, and the youngest searching for answers in disbelief.
but once again, He never came. disappearing into the darkness he once came from, the stars closed in and he killed himself.
meanwhile the siblings adapted and waited, and waited, unknowing and unforgiving. they secluded them selves and adapted their own plans. waging wars and drawing battle lines.
Titans no longer,but thinking pridefully all the same. they grew old and had families. and it wasn't until they died that the fear and hatred died with them.
their children recoiling the land and rebuilding, hoping for a better future and knowing the past was behind them. they met on the middle grounds their parents once did and set out a new. setting up kingdoms they originally fell upon. and marking it as the middle grounds. a peace zone.
a final kingdom.
they forged a crown out of the metal the four titans were made out of. and took turns wearing it, through a vote each term. the crown and king of the lands chosen by not quests, but thought.
no more wars. no more famine. or fear. no more waiting. and no more stars.
and all now know, some times its better to take your fate in your own hands. to not wish on stars, because sometimes. the stars answer.
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