Dear Readers, I am the ARCHITECT and I invite you to embark on a journey through the most enigmatic of tales, the story of stories.
The Third Realm lies shattered, ravaged by the darkest tempest the cosmos has ever known. But who was the mysterious babe wielding power sufficient to vanquish this maelstrom, leaving behind a singularity. Were the Force aware of this cataclysmic event? And if so, why did they not intervene to prevent the Realm's downfall?
The mystery! A place that is no place, an idea that is no idea, not a contradiction but exists beyond any description possible and as such even myself lack the right words for it, frankly speaking, there's no words that will do that you but you must know it was meant to be. The universe, a mere fragment of the boundless Multiverse, whispers secrets of an absolute system that transcends human comprehension. Can there be something beyond the notion of absoluteness? Might magic, love, or faith forge a path to unlock the hidden potential within this enigma? Might the Eth Gamour do what power itself must fail to achieve?
The Force, wielding the Wheel of Destiny, pierced the sacred scrolls of the Fates – transcendental beings beyond the veil of all reality. These Fates hold the true stories of Midgardians, woven into the very fabric of manifested and unmanifested realities within the absolute Multiverse. To grasp this mystery, the Force surrendered to the Soul Form, a mystical state of pure divinity that transcends the boundaries of power and existence.
'In' the mystery, the Soul Form becomes one with the unknown, journeying beyond the confines of life, death, and power. Yet, it is here that the Force was ensnared by the Eth Gamour, who destroyed their tower and shattered the Wheel of Destiny. Now, the Force exists in a state beyond awareness or comprehension, for any attempt at describing the mystery is a contradiction and it was meant to be so, for it was FATED so.
But the tale is far from its conclusion. The Eth Gamour, aware of the Force's eventual resurgence, must now navigate the shadows, taking steps beyond their mystical grasp to further his enigmatic plans.
ENRREN - SOUTHGATE .
Revan's swift flight brought Eden back home in mere minutes, the sounds of chaos and destruction fading into the darkness as the butterflies covered the skies. Upon entering his home, Eden felt a mix of relief and unease. The house stood intact, untouched by violence, but an unsettling silence filled the air.
As he stepped inside, the stillness became deafening. Furniture remained undisturbed, yet the quietness was oppressive. Eden's thoughts swirled, and he rushed through the rooms, calling out for his parents. Revan, sensing his distress, searched the backyard, but found nothing amiss.
Eden's voice cracked as he screamed, "Ma! Papa!" The silence was unbroken, and the darkness seemed to swallow his cries. Revan's name echoed through the emptiness as Eden called out to his companion.
As they took to the skies once more, With sword on the ready, Eden hoped to cut through the rabble but they were only thoughts away from the sudden disappearance of the rabble.
ZOLA - BAR REFICUL.
" I really don't get it, you lost your brother to a mage and have been running for over a week from your uncle who also is an agent of the mage who killed your brother, now you have no idea what to do and you think having a drink with me will give you purpose?" Lorrd was too battered to comprehend what Harrell was saying or perhaps he was just too drunk even though he doesn't look like it.
" She does have purpose, she doesn't need you to give her that, tell me young man, I can't seem to access your thoughts or divine your past, how did you survive the slaughter of your village?"
Lialeb asked.
" I really have no interest in discussing this with a fucking bar spirit ok, just...just,...." Lorrd stammered as tears dropped his eyes, he took another gulp from his bottle and then came a sudden calmness, it was the feeling he needed but denied himself for the calamity he had just witnessed. It was Harrell, she placed her hand on his, giving him peace. It didn't stop Lorrd from jumping out his seat with the bottle of wine in his hand pointing right at the two of them. He was a mess and Harrell really felt sorry for him but Lorrd couldn't understand it. He didn't want to.
" I need you two to stay away from me" Lorrd said leaving the Bar and Harrell stood to follow him but was grabbed by the arm by Lialeb.
" I know you had a dream or something when I met you earlier this morning and I know you just did not touching him, Harrell, talk to me, why are you so interested in this man" Lialeb asked.
" We could lose him Lialeb!" Harrell said shrugging him off and proceeded to the door but in a moment all of the bar was still. She stopped and locked around.
" It ain't just the bar Harrell, it's all of Zola, yeah show off but I could make all of the atom in the galaxy still if I truly wanted to show off, so trust me, Lorrd is going nowhere, this is Midgard Harrell, there's just so much power in every corner of the realm and you?…Harrell you had the freaking void mage making a void reaper to come after you, you have the most powerful being in the universe active again on Midgard just to get you, I don't think he's grasped the power you truly hold, just like you haven't yourself, if he does Harrell, he would be coming for you himself and this is no Joke Harrell, the fate of the cosmos could be threatened by that ok, you need to start owning up to things Harrell, let me help" Lialeb
Harrell returned to sit with him, she wanted wine that moment, it appeared and she helped herself with a shot.
"(Coughs) Hmm, that was really good, when I held his hand I felt something, those creatures actually came for him, he ran to his village with his friend and sis thinking they lost the creatures but they followed them back home and slaughtered everyone, he fought with his sister and friend but they weren't enough, his sister sacrificed herself to get him on a horse to escape the slaughter, these creatures came for him like Saguel came for me" Harrell
" Describe the creatures" Lialeb
" Metallic dark skinned, claws of flames that burns through metal, red eyes and 4 wings, they were huge too" Harrell
" Vorsakks, they were spawned by very powerful dark magic by a Salem mage called Ruth, but they were easily drawn to the darkness and now work for the Eth Gamour, they live under Midground " Lialeb
" So the Eth Gamour has eyes on him too, if he is the most powerful being in the universe what more does he want from us.. the vision I had last night was a strange one, was in a garden and before a great red tree, it had a serpent coiled around it with a fruit in its mouth, I lost control of my will and it made me watch the fruit, after I did I saw a vision of a mountain,it had this very powerful stream of blue energy projecting from its peak into the skies, what does that even mean?, it felt so real" Harrell asked.
" Mount Yerundale, why would the lady of the truth show you a vision of Mount Yerundale? " Lialeb spoke out and pondered with himself.
" Lady of what now? " She said
" The truth Harrell, my creator and that of this Bar, aka REFICUL, a red serpent coiling round a red tree is her signature, she definitely gave you that vision, but why would she visit your dreams and have you see that?" Lialeb
" How about I meet her and ask her myself" Harrell said but Lialeb chuckled, he proceeded outside the Bar with Harrell to a missing Lorrd who was expected to be stilled.
" He is gone?, how? You only just let go of time just now" Harrell.
" He is no ordinary person indeed, we have to find him, a simple locator spell will do, hang tight" Lialeb said.
THE 8TH REALM - LAND OF THE ANCIENTS.
A chill never felt before in the realm's history, the feeling of emptiness and absurdly powerful spirit covered the infinite realm, for once in thousands of years the Darkest one has left his darkest throne and physically travelled to the 8th realm, down to the land of the ancients. He has successfully kept the Force off his radar and he knows very well his time to figure out what he must to stay ahead of them is short so he must hurry, what he seems is knowledge, of the advances his threats have made against him and coming down to the land of the ancients was one hope he had for such knowledge.
Before the base of Yaganael, the oldest of the ancients - Immortal beings who exist outside the leg of time, most of them have been killed by agents of the Eth Gamour and the rest by the Jade warlord. She had forseen his coming but not even the eye of time could prepare one for the Dreaded ETH Gamour.
" Today the lights of Sa-el gave no warmth to this land, hours later I get a visit from death beyond death. This meeting will definitely be one for the stories " she said giving a wicked smile as she beholds her own shadow grow, from which the darkest one emerged from, darkness befell the entire realm but The Darkest one gave sight to Yaganael even in the absence of light.
" It is said, Great Yaganael has learnt the art of true sight, Sa-el never gave warmth but death beyond death has come upon a cold land, I have missed words of genuine wisdom for so long" The Eth Gamour said taking a sit.
" You never really missed the words, they were always the voice in your head, only those with true wisdom have understanding of it, what you seek must be the wisdom beyond wisdom" Yaganael said with a rusty voice, she started sewing a bag as she conversed with him.
" They always had effective machinations over the threads of destiny those two, making plans within plans, there is no wisdom beyond wisdom, there's only Power and its only through that have they managed to hide the words of the full prophecy from me, I had hoped that such won't be beyond your awareness great Yaganael" He said
" You seek not knowledge of the prophecy alone but access to what they have, the scrolls of the Fates, a prize is always incured, one I can only tell you what you must give up but nothing else " Yaganael
" Hmmm " He returned to the shadows and slowly light returned to the realm again, Yaganael stood up about time she had finished sewing, the same time the darkest one vanished, she packed up, drank water, drank enough till she was full then she left her house, vanishing on the feeling of warmth again.