Rising |Underworld Saga|

A Light Read

Global Librarium

Floor 177

Book No.12632

Approximated Age: 1,700 years

Author: Mellow Prophet

When the old gods fell, the sky of our world 'Boarde' turned dark, the lands crumbled as the seas vanished, leaving only vast, grandiose basins of sand across the world. the few races on our world who were smart and resilient enough to survive were the only ones left, we thought that was the worst to come. We were wrong. So very wrong. From the dried basins we once called lakes, oceans and seas came grandiose canyons that opened up to the deepest pits of 'Underworld' the dead souls of thousands turned bitter and cruel had resided there. Not anymore. For out of the canyons came 'the Hive' the mechanized souls of our loved ones came tearing through those canyons, clambering to the surface, the gates that were once sealed shut over entrances to Underworld were smashed open; we fought, every single sentient being fought side-by-side against our corrupt ancestors. It didn't matter anymore, our prejudices tossed aside. Any previous conflicts swiftly forgotten.

Be it who they were, what they were, what walk of life they came from. We didn't care, every single person ready to fight stood at the gates, erecting fortresses and blockades around them. Boarde stood ready for the oncoming horde... it didn't mean we were. We were outnumbered beyond our wildest imagination. every single departed soul came pouring out, intent on destroying us all. 100,000,000 years w0rth of the dead came for us, races and species never seen before erupted from the gates and canyons, some erupting and then diving from the sky, others rising from the ground. We held them off for 10 years, our supplies gone, our lands destroyed. We would survive. But not in the way we thought we could. This plan was regrettably mine... As all the forces of Underworld poured out, intent on our destruction, our main forces drew them away from the gates, even the grandiose statues that stood at the gates rose, mountains of stone that could move; they forced The Hive away from the gates, giving them no chance to return. and at that exact time, every single civilian left on Boarde dashed through the gates, the grand golems slamming the doors shut behind us.

In 1,000 years, we shall leave the depths of hell I told them. eventually that time came, for when we left; our world had been revived, the oceans returned, the land lush and green. all Boarde needed now was to be repopulated by sentient life, cattle from those thousands of years ago roamed the lands, valiant steeds, dragons, leviathans. everything from our long forgotten ancestry was back. But this new world caused other issues, now with land to reclaim for ourselves laid out before us, the united people of Boarde split into factions once more. Our 4,000 years had changed us, Humanity no longer exists, the only remnant of our last stand are the ancient golems, standing besides the gates once more. Immortals.

We soon found out just how our world had been revived, a god and goddess had brought life back to it. The goddess of nature 'Gaia' and the god of life 'Talí'. Upon further research and exploration, I have discovered several things. Namely that Boarde now consists of two continents, aptly named after our two gods, Gaia in the east, Talí in the west. New races were brought into our world, we were categorized by our races. The 'New World' races and the 'Elder' races. Now we have rebuilt our lands, and our populace. It is time to see what is to come.

I slammed the ancient, leather-back book cover shut, letting out a small sigh as I placed it back into it's respectful position. I let out a short yawn, my eyes were sunken and drooping. It'd taken far longer than expected to find any books that could interest me, it was only natural I'd find some old, decrepit, ancient history book first. Not like I believed any of it after all, it'd been written in times of the ancients, though much of what was written here complied; I couldn't help but give off a chuckle. The sound echoed throughout the vast empty expanse of the library, echoing off the marble walls and seemingly tumbling and cascading down the double-helix of ornate staircases. Such a small sound filled the vast space, I was given a recurring wave of mumbles and dissipating grumbles.

"Tch, kids these days"

"No damn respect"

"Grr, can't even read in peace"

Where merely a small collection of the responses I obtained. It didn't matter. At the very least, I was simply here for the sakes of research. A soft sound started to emanate from my coat's pocket: an odd hum of various pitches, but, to me something like this wasn't odd, I pulled out the source of the sound. A smoothly cut, black  crystal with an array of dazzling blue glyphs running through it's surface: the intensity of the light produced dimming with each drop of tone in the alien noise it produced. Runestone. Arya. It took me a moment to decide on whether or not to touch it, sighing, I sprinted out of the Librarium swiftly, the moment I escaped the building and came out the door, I slid one of the glyphs on the stone upwards, it's alien noise being replaced with that of a girl's voice. Middle-aged, forcing on a more refined voice. It spoke quickly.
"Daaaaaaaaaarling!"
"Don't call me that Arya, it's a pain"
She seemed somewhat displeased with my cold response "Hmmph, it's not like I can just call you servant after all is it?" I sighed in response to this
"Why the hell are those the only two choices!?" I growled, irritated by her choice of words.
"Fufu~ I think calling you servant is just found, oooh, how about errand boy?"
"Gah! Screw you, just call me Rallo dammit! My names Rallo Von! How many times do I have to tell you!"
To that, she only offered me a cruel chuckle, I could hear cloth dropping in the background now, old hinges being opened, then the odd rushing of water in a closed off room. "My my, you young boys are so feisty, it's why I keep you anyways, now, hurry home~"
"Arya I hate you!" I slammed the glyph down, the Runestone going dark as I slipped it back into my pocket, her voice could be heard no more. A pain in the side. Only more to come it seems.