When the world was created, eons ago, reality was always based in perspective. Some people believed in the Gods of old, others believed in the monotheistic, singular God and other people really couldn't care less what cosmic forces ruled their existence.
The only thing these people had in common, was their belief.
Whether they believed in themselves, believed in different sets of dieties or just one, they all gave all of their energy and life to upholding all of their beliefs.
Even as the earth aged, everyone held their beliefs close to their heart. Many great empires rose, only to fall centuries later with their countless rulers, dictators, kings and queens; they all fell in the end.
It makes you ask yourself, why even try to rise if you know you're destined to fall. History is almost certain the repeat, so why even bother?
Power.
With power you are important and you are untouchable. Without power, you are a nobody-- as important as the stain on someone's trousers.
Power is what created those great empires and ultimately, it is what destroyed them. The power they yearned for is nothing compared to the true power that exists in the universe. The unattainable power held only by the gods.
Their unhealthy desire and greed was their downfall, is their downfall and will be their downfall. After all, history is doomed to repeat itself. So, empires will rise from the ashes of cities long destroyed and they too will burn to enrich the soils of the nations that will succeed them.
All for power.
In the modern world, a city out of time's grasps stands proud. Time may not be able to reach but like the cities before, it too will pave the way for the future. Will the fires of revolution burn bright enough to fight the fire of greed or will this great city also fall in the pursuit of power.
After all, fighting fire with fire only causes everything to burn.
"You will seek death but you will not find it. You will long to lose consciousness but ever present you shall stay. Finally alone you will shrivel up and die without your own kind in all your magnificent splendor, and only after everyone you love is dead. By then, it will no longer matter, for when you finally have your light you will depart from it faster than fire from a raging wind. But perhaps you would have comfort yet little one. Death is a sweet thing in a world like this."
Cursed by a Wishing Dragon when she was only a dragonet, Stygian sets off in search of a cure, leaving behind everyone she knows and loves. On her journey for help she meets more enemies than friends, with a little red fox as her only companion. At last she finds Turbulence; God of Confusion; the only one who can save her, or so he or she claims.
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Fyran, the Librarian's Apprentice is on the hunt for Leviathan; a legendary beast long foretold by prophecy, a prophecy she had disregarded as an old fable. Yet, ever since her father stumbled into their broken down house one dark night covered in blood and deliriously talking about a dragon with iron teeth, Fyran is no longer so sure. After her father dies and renders them all penniless, Fyran goes in search of this creature to take revenge-and the huge bounty on its head issued by the King of Sufta. Perhaps she will be successful and they'll no longer have to grovel as the poorest of the poor, and at the very least she'll acquire justice for the murder of her father, the only father she's ever had.
But there is an old and forgotten prophecy as old as time fast approaching on the horizon. Nobody can stop it, fate is a force that can't be reckoned with, and everything that ever has and will ever happen to every citizen has already been foretold in their scrolls. The fate of Sufta is uncertain, and powerful forces are at play, but who has enough discernment to understand a long forgotten prophecy that's been dismissed by generations?