The Darkness Complete.

Chapter 5: History and Hostility

The house was cozy and warm. A fireplace raged in the corner of the first room, several doors led off from the living room, a few wooden chairs were planted on the ground, held their by screws. A small rocking chair sat in the corner, adorned with beautiful patterned fabrics that neatly covered the back of the chair. The girl threw herself on one of the wooden chairs, it's plush leather back sinking slightly. She turned and grinned up at Jadek, tapping the seat next to her. Her father was already half way across the hall to the bookcase, pulling one of the larger and older books from the wooden container that was dug into the black walls. He sat in the rocking chair with a groan, it creaked with him and then shut up. The Elder lifted the large front cover of the book, it seemed to be made of a soft but strong and sticky substance. "Ewarni spider silk..." Jadek didn't realise that the old observative man was looking at him as he stared at the beautiful book. 'Spiders silk!' Thought Jadek, it was truly amazing. The old man had by now turned back to the book, flicking through the ancient pages, until he reached a certain page, it was full of information, he coughed, helding his hand to his mouth. The man was ill, you could tell that he did not have long left in his life. His coughed retreated back into the dark corners of his throat and the old man began to speak.

"A long time ago, when there was no seperation between Mezathon and then Netherworld, there was peace and happiness. Crime was obsolete and justice became absolute. One day, a large metal giant powered by extreme magics began to orbit the planet, it's mere presence causing radical and deadly changes in the weather. They observed us, watching our every move, chaos erupted in several countries and eventually the beings came and addressed themselves. They had the appearance of angels, smooth faces and beautiful bright white wings that accompanied their complexion. There were 6 of them, a council so to speak. They said that they had come giving gifts to those who are peaceful, we had one choice and the 3 national giants began to argue over which to choose. The militant and scientific nation, The Ocean gloriosa, were an aquatic race who desired to stop aging and live forever, they desired power and magical godliness, they began to worship the beings, who called themselves the chosen. The Chosen appeared the be pleased by this. The Magical and Naturistic Nation, The Triticum Natura, desired information about their past and how to exceed their magical potential. Finally, the Cautious, and probably most sensible nation of us all, The Terra bene ignarus, they only wanted The Chosen to depart from their peaceful land and for the world to forget about them. The Ocean Gloriosa began to press an offense on the Triticum Natura, beginning to destroy their cities and erecting statues in honor of The Chosen, all of the council had a statue created in their honour. The Triticum Natura began to attack The Ocean Gloriosa for their attacks on their cities and towns, whilst The Terra bene ignarus sat there and created their own quest, planning to do away with The Chosen, as it was they who had brought chaos to the land, however The Ocean Gloriosa discovered this plan, slaying the questers and engaging in war against the other nation, however this was their downfall. The Terra bene ignarus, when their first city was burned the the ground and a statue of one of The Chosen was erected in it's spot, the Terra bene ignarus unleashed it's full militant power, engulfing armies of amphibious creatures in arrows and fire. The Ocean Gloriosa fled back to their underwater city. Undae tum. Inside the glorious metropolis the creatures sat there and rotted, becoming evil husks of the once pure scientific race. They preached to The Chosen to give them their wish so as they may convert the world. But The Chosen saw that they would never be at peace together again, so gave all three of the nations what they wanted, more or less. The Ocean Gloriosa were granted power, they grew wings and could maintain the ability to live under the water, but they were never allowed to touch the ground again, if they did it would kill them. The Triticum Natura were given the ability to shapeshift and they gained immense power, but they were destroyed by a primal virus, only leaving the weakest alive to fight and live on for the empire. The Terra bene ignarus gained what they wanted, they forgot about the Chosen ones, but the only way they could forever forget, was if the worlds were split, cutting off magic from the world of The Terra bene ignarus, Mezathon. The Triticum Natura hold Netherworld, The Ocean Gloriosa simply drifted away, where they created technologies to destroy and reclaim the worlds."

 The old man finished his sentence, coughing even more. Jadeks eyes were wide, the information was vast and it seeped into Jadeks mind as memories began to flash at him. Suddenly in his memories where there was once a black shadow of a Dark beast, a form actually fit it, then he remembered the black animal that brought him down, it became white, a white tiger with bright red stripes down it's back and the bottom of it's legs, giving the beast a powerful look. Jadek suddenly turned to The Girl, she was missing, instead of her a large, white tiger sat in her place, licking it's paw. Jadek grinned with surprise. "Don't mind Kerala." The Elder said, sipping a cup of green tea that Jadek was sure wasn't there a moment ago. He stood there, staring at The Elder for a few seconds, when a large horn echoed through the valley, a sign that the scout had returned from Mezathon. "Come, let us see what good news about your prospering world the scout brings." The Elder said, slowly rising from the chair. His daughter leapt down, her claws scratching at the stone on the floor, creating a screeching noice that aggrivated Jadek, he shot the tiger a dark gaze which she responded with by growling at him with playfully.

The water churned, it's white liquid pouring into the beautiful black pool, the messenger sat there, a message carved into his dead corpse. 'We will find Netherworld' It read, The Elder, his daughter and the outlander pushed through the crowd, the villagers where gathering. "They've attacked..." A solemn voice, it came from The Elder...

"MEN! Rank up!" Roared the king, his crystal armour shining in the sun, an ancient royal piece completely made up of the largest crystal that had ever been found. The mass of flying demons was approaching and several of the horses his men were riding on where taking it badly, trying to buck the soldiers. Something large and body shaped flew from the air, it hit one of the kings lords and he fell from his horse dead. On top of him was the long dead Grand Mage. "Charge!" The king roared, his horse galloping forward, sword in the air. The creatures relished it, and put on a faster pace, their army meeting the armies of Mezathon, the worlds pivot shook and the balance of power shifted as the kings dead body fell to the ground, slain by his enemie lord. The lietenant had joined the battle, Clockwork pistol in hand...