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Post by Zel on Jul 14, 2008 9:46:31 GMT
Centuries have past since the beginning of our world; centuries but perhaps more. It seems so long ago now, when I was summoned to the audience of the Gods. So long ago, but the memory is forever planted deep within my mind, forever until death and even then beyond. As if it had happened yesterday, I remember…
“Nikoleas Urau.”
It was a deep rumble through the chambers as the young scholar ignored his instinctive reaction to cringe in fear. Standing with his shoulders square, chin up, and eyes focused; he was surrounded by some of the most powerful beings in this world alone. And yet, his mentor’s teachings in the strength of will and the mind had given him a valuable advantage; he would not fear them. However, he would respect them. They were the very foundations of the entire universe. They were Gods.
“It has been said that you are an extremely capable scholar,” a feminine voice continued on; Nikoleas tried to ignore the fact that his ego was swelling with pride. Did he just receive a compliment from a God, or like always, was he digging too far underneath the underlying meaning of words spoken? His mentor always chided him for doing that. However, it was also a good quality for him; as a scholar, one needed to pick apart everything. They had to look underneath the underneath and find those hidden meanings.
“Let’s get to the point, shall we?” a younger, impatient masculine voice picked up where the female had left off – like something that was perfectly rehearsed, but not, they were fluid in their words; radiating something that was beyond the word indescribable. “You’re skills are needed.”
…and so, with these four words; I became the scholar of our world. It would be my duty from there on out to record the very makings of a dream thinly spread. How many times had they all tried it, after all? It was no secret. This was nothing history had not already tried to accomplish.
Their goal; to create the ultimate civilization; to form Utopia.
Four Gods.
Three lies.
Two mistakes.
One World.
A world had begun; a Kingdom was created, by the powers of four Gods – Juudas, the Wise; Korvhan, the Beast; Niare, the Warrior; and Sien, the Illusive.
For a while, it might have been a Utopia. Something that was extraordinary. It was amazing, and righteous, and it went against all human nature. It was a fairy tale; a myth; something out of a child’s story book. However in the end, the truth would have to be faced; Utopia wasn’t supposed to be made into a reality. It was a faraway dream that would never survive; couldn’t survive. In every single being’s nature, there was always something that would conflict with the goal. It was a fragile hope that would be blown away before their goal would be fulfilled.
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