WorldWeaver
Dreamer of the Impossible
When the Sun goes dark in daylight sky, the first stirs shake the land
Crowds of humans and monsters alike ran from a truly tremendous silhouette as the ground under them shook, and buildings fell apart under gouts of fire and poisonous gas
Oceans tremble, valleys quake, mountains turn to sand.
On the ground of a distant island, several glowing bodies lay splayed on their bellies or backs, some groaning as they stood, injured and weak.
Brother turns on brother, and ally turns to foe.
A dark age; where trust is limited if ever given. All anyone can care about is surviving the worsening conditions.
Upon the first great yawning, joy gives way to woe.
A mother sobs over her dead child's corpse as her home burns behind her.
The slumbering king awakens, his rage shall never end.
A pair of titanic eyes with a hellish glow looks down on the ruined world, as their owner lets out a deafening roar as he spots the remaining figures from the second vision. They charge.
And the realms of man and monster shall become as one again.
The giant, now defeated, slumbers in some great underground chasm, wrapped in chains and bound by stone. And yet...he stirs still, waiting patiently...
10,000 YEARS LATER...
The strong winds ruffled her wing feathers and blew through her hair, smelling vaguely of salt as the ocean waves billowed underneath her. It was nothing new to Aria, having spent her whole life around the vast sapphire seas of the Hallowed Realm. Down below, a giant humanoid watched the laughing siren as she looped and dove, swerved and rose, letting out a chuckle of his own as his single eye stayed locked on his childhood friend. He then remembered he was standing at the helm of his boat and turned his gaze back ahead toward the horizon. "To think she was worried about being cooped up the whole trip." he muttered to himself as he carefully guided the vessel around a wayward current. "Out here, she has more open space to fly around in than back home."
Odyssus smiled as the thought of his home, the Island of Rhegon, crossed his mind; one of the 47 Cyclopean Isles in the South Azurean Sea. A land of plentiful game, wild fruits and grain, and livestock for their kind, a gift from their spiritual father, Poseiden, the Celestial. He was proud to call it home, even if it had its struggles at times. A rock of the boat snapped the Cyclops out of his self-imposed trance, and alerted him to Aria's company. "Done flying around already?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Aria panted, clearly winded from flying so much. "I'm kinda worn out."
"Eh. I give it two minutes before you're back in the air."
"What, jealous you don't have wings of your own?" Aira joked, spreading her treasured wings out in a showing-off fashion.
"Eh...I've always kinda found heights to be intimidating." Odyssus admitted.
"Yet you charged a griffon off a cliff two years back." Aria pointed out.
"And If I didn't, we wouldn't be headed for Citadel today, and I wouldn't have your wonderful company." Odyssus said, puffing out his chest in a rare display of pride. Aria rolled her eyes.
"My hero." She replied with a teasing smile, batting her eyelashes at him. Odyssus blushed a bit and looked away nervously with a nervous chuckle as Aria laughed too.
The siren then made her way to the bench at the bow and took her seat, making sure her tail feathers weren't messed up. For a while, they just listened to the creak of the boat's hull and the ocean lapping against it, as well as the flapping of the sail. "Soooo, when will we be there?"
"Not too long." Odyssus assured, "Leave the navigating to me."
Soon, the highest gables of the city peeked up over the horizon. Then, the towers they were supported by. In less than a minute, the full majesty of Citadel was displayed before them, their white flag bearing the dark green sigil of the city: Five hands in a circle, joined together at the center: Here, all are welcome.
Crowds of humans and monsters alike ran from a truly tremendous silhouette as the ground under them shook, and buildings fell apart under gouts of fire and poisonous gas
Oceans tremble, valleys quake, mountains turn to sand.
On the ground of a distant island, several glowing bodies lay splayed on their bellies or backs, some groaning as they stood, injured and weak.
Brother turns on brother, and ally turns to foe.
A dark age; where trust is limited if ever given. All anyone can care about is surviving the worsening conditions.
Upon the first great yawning, joy gives way to woe.
A mother sobs over her dead child's corpse as her home burns behind her.
The slumbering king awakens, his rage shall never end.
A pair of titanic eyes with a hellish glow looks down on the ruined world, as their owner lets out a deafening roar as he spots the remaining figures from the second vision. They charge.
And the realms of man and monster shall become as one again.
The giant, now defeated, slumbers in some great underground chasm, wrapped in chains and bound by stone. And yet...he stirs still, waiting patiently...
10,000 YEARS LATER...
The strong winds ruffled her wing feathers and blew through her hair, smelling vaguely of salt as the ocean waves billowed underneath her. It was nothing new to Aria, having spent her whole life around the vast sapphire seas of the Hallowed Realm. Down below, a giant humanoid watched the laughing siren as she looped and dove, swerved and rose, letting out a chuckle of his own as his single eye stayed locked on his childhood friend. He then remembered he was standing at the helm of his boat and turned his gaze back ahead toward the horizon. "To think she was worried about being cooped up the whole trip." he muttered to himself as he carefully guided the vessel around a wayward current. "Out here, she has more open space to fly around in than back home."
Odyssus smiled as the thought of his home, the Island of Rhegon, crossed his mind; one of the 47 Cyclopean Isles in the South Azurean Sea. A land of plentiful game, wild fruits and grain, and livestock for their kind, a gift from their spiritual father, Poseiden, the Celestial. He was proud to call it home, even if it had its struggles at times. A rock of the boat snapped the Cyclops out of his self-imposed trance, and alerted him to Aria's company. "Done flying around already?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Aria panted, clearly winded from flying so much. "I'm kinda worn out."
"Eh. I give it two minutes before you're back in the air."
"What, jealous you don't have wings of your own?" Aira joked, spreading her treasured wings out in a showing-off fashion.
"Eh...I've always kinda found heights to be intimidating." Odyssus admitted.
"Yet you charged a griffon off a cliff two years back." Aria pointed out.
"And If I didn't, we wouldn't be headed for Citadel today, and I wouldn't have your wonderful company." Odyssus said, puffing out his chest in a rare display of pride. Aria rolled her eyes.
"My hero." She replied with a teasing smile, batting her eyelashes at him. Odyssus blushed a bit and looked away nervously with a nervous chuckle as Aria laughed too.
The siren then made her way to the bench at the bow and took her seat, making sure her tail feathers weren't messed up. For a while, they just listened to the creak of the boat's hull and the ocean lapping against it, as well as the flapping of the sail. "Soooo, when will we be there?"
"Not too long." Odyssus assured, "Leave the navigating to me."
Soon, the highest gables of the city peeked up over the horizon. Then, the towers they were supported by. In less than a minute, the full majesty of Citadel was displayed before them, their white flag bearing the dark green sigil of the city: Five hands in a circle, joined together at the center: Here, all are welcome.
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