Post by Veshannatax on Nov 4, 2004 14:50:00 GMT 1
[Notes before reading: This is the first part of a story that will be expanded later. Also an important note is that the Daemon in the story is not a misspelling/alternative spelling to Demon. Daemons are Neutral Evil creatures of abstract power on a plane seperate from Hell or the Abyss. They are known to few wizards, and summoner's know better than to deal with them. They are the worst of Devils and Demons combined.]
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In my dreams, the world is coming to an end. But I am unafraid.
In my dreams, I fight against the roaring tide of darkness even as it sweeps over me and all I care for. The Dark Destroyer I have never seen or heard from in my waking life always prevails in the end. I falter, and all succumbs to Void.
Of that, I am truly afraid.
...
My real name is unimportant. Call me Valadanen, if nothing else, for it is the name I know to bear in my dreams. The dreams are all that matter, in the end. Where I come from, how I grew up with or without a family, none of that matters. I know only that I am Chosen. Destiny has its plan for me, and I live life as Fate's Pawn.
In time, I will be no more. Death is one thing Fate has not chosen for me. I cannot die. Of course physically I can die. But it is not what is meant for me. If I die all will be in vain. My purpose gone, my road would end, as would the world after me.
For the Dead have no goals.
Unto me is given the knowledge of existence. Tutored in my dreams I know things few mortals would and keep their sanity. There are four paths existence has taken at it's beginning. Allow me to elaborate: In the beginning there was naught but Void. This is a common conception and most philosophers of race and world have come to this. I disagree. If all was Void, then all would now still be Void. Afterall, Void is quite fulfilled in doing nothing.
No, in my vision, there is something at the beginning, something other than Void. That something is Power, Power in its purest, primeval form.
Power has a goal. With only Void Power cannot be itself, cannot demonstrate itself into its full potential. And thus, from Void, Power created Existence. The specifics of how this process came to be I cannot with certainty speak of. Did Power create a possibility, a path that would lead in the end to the evolution of the four existences? Or did it, in fact, create One of each existence, a form as primeval to its stage as Power was to everything?
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A shield crashed on the ground with a loud metallic clank. Moments after it an equally metallic sound was heard when the person who had borne it fell to the ground. The Knight tried to push himself up, hindered by bent pieces of his battered half-plate. The Daemon who had struck him down barked a vile laugh and took two steps closer, massive clawlike paws beating marks into the ground with its footsteps. The creature, easily three times the size of the knight, stood triumphantly before its fallen foe. It stepped on the shield, grinding the outline of its clawed foot into the metal, twisting the emblem into a tainted version of itself.
"Ha ha haa... Foolish, weak, mortal. I have crushed you like an insect. What in the name of Heaven and Hell did you think your chances were in the realm of Daemons? And now, little knight... you die..."
The Daemon reached down a massive hand to seize the knight who still lay trying to get up. Moments before the Daemon grabbed him the knight rolled to the side while rising to one knee, and sliced up with his longsword. The cut severed the four fingers of the Daemon's hand, cutting most of the palm with it and nearly taking the thumb. The weapon stuck in the hand as the Daemon reared up in pain taking the sword and knight with it. When it lowered its arm to pummel the knight off with the other hand he was no longer there. From a place far too close to its ear the Daemon heard a voice.
"Fate wishes you dead, Daemon. I am but its hand."
Perched on the Daemons thick hided shoulder the knight inverted his sword grip and struck down, driving the blade into the creature's skull with a sickening sound. As the creature fell to the ground the knight jumped clear of the monster's fall, dropping to the ground, and rolling to a stop as the beast thuds down.
Moments of silence pass. Neither knight nor Daemon move. Eventually, slowly, the knight stirs and turns himself on his back. Lying there, battered, broken and wounded beyond a human's limit; he knows that it is only his willpower keeping him alive.
And he smiles. It hurts his jaw, which is likely broken, but he smiles. His foe defeated, he knows that he can continue his quest. Fate will not be denied. He whispers one sentence despite the pain, whether speaking to himself or the Daemon's corpse...
"I can never die..."
...............................
From the dawn of Power's choice to here is but an instant in my dreams. In truth, countless years have passed since then. What became then, of the beginning? To explain what I know of that I must first explain the forms.
Each stage is most forcefully determined by its goal. The first stage to exist was Life. Life's goals were simple: To endure. To maintain. To be as it it, without interference from the other forms. This is likely because they were the first, and were alone for that sliver of eternity that passed before the others existed.
The second stage to exist was undeath. You may question my logic at undeath existing before death itself, but you must understand that such words, such meanings, did not exist at this time. Undeath's goals were quite different from Life. To hunger. To have Life become as it is. To expand.
The third stage to be created was, then, Death. Death was different from all other stages in its goals. For the Dead have no Goals. Death awaits. Death is. Death is the existence closest to the Void it was crafted from.
In the end, all things shall be as Death.
Except for the final form. The last of the forms to come into existence was Unlife. Unlife's goals were pure.
Unlife hungers, but only for Power. Unlife endures, but does not maintain.
And Unlife shall never turn to Death. Of the forms, Unlife is closest to the Power that created it.
Such is the nature of the beginning.
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In my dreams, the world is coming to an end. But I am unafraid.
In my dreams, I fight against the roaring tide of darkness even as it sweeps over me and all I care for. The Dark Destroyer I have never seen or heard from in my waking life always prevails in the end. I falter, and all succumbs to Void.
Of that, I am truly afraid.
...
My real name is unimportant. Call me Valadanen, if nothing else, for it is the name I know to bear in my dreams. The dreams are all that matter, in the end. Where I come from, how I grew up with or without a family, none of that matters. I know only that I am Chosen. Destiny has its plan for me, and I live life as Fate's Pawn.
In time, I will be no more. Death is one thing Fate has not chosen for me. I cannot die. Of course physically I can die. But it is not what is meant for me. If I die all will be in vain. My purpose gone, my road would end, as would the world after me.
For the Dead have no goals.
Unto me is given the knowledge of existence. Tutored in my dreams I know things few mortals would and keep their sanity. There are four paths existence has taken at it's beginning. Allow me to elaborate: In the beginning there was naught but Void. This is a common conception and most philosophers of race and world have come to this. I disagree. If all was Void, then all would now still be Void. Afterall, Void is quite fulfilled in doing nothing.
No, in my vision, there is something at the beginning, something other than Void. That something is Power, Power in its purest, primeval form.
Power has a goal. With only Void Power cannot be itself, cannot demonstrate itself into its full potential. And thus, from Void, Power created Existence. The specifics of how this process came to be I cannot with certainty speak of. Did Power create a possibility, a path that would lead in the end to the evolution of the four existences? Or did it, in fact, create One of each existence, a form as primeval to its stage as Power was to everything?
...............................
A shield crashed on the ground with a loud metallic clank. Moments after it an equally metallic sound was heard when the person who had borne it fell to the ground. The Knight tried to push himself up, hindered by bent pieces of his battered half-plate. The Daemon who had struck him down barked a vile laugh and took two steps closer, massive clawlike paws beating marks into the ground with its footsteps. The creature, easily three times the size of the knight, stood triumphantly before its fallen foe. It stepped on the shield, grinding the outline of its clawed foot into the metal, twisting the emblem into a tainted version of itself.
"Ha ha haa... Foolish, weak, mortal. I have crushed you like an insect. What in the name of Heaven and Hell did you think your chances were in the realm of Daemons? And now, little knight... you die..."
The Daemon reached down a massive hand to seize the knight who still lay trying to get up. Moments before the Daemon grabbed him the knight rolled to the side while rising to one knee, and sliced up with his longsword. The cut severed the four fingers of the Daemon's hand, cutting most of the palm with it and nearly taking the thumb. The weapon stuck in the hand as the Daemon reared up in pain taking the sword and knight with it. When it lowered its arm to pummel the knight off with the other hand he was no longer there. From a place far too close to its ear the Daemon heard a voice.
"Fate wishes you dead, Daemon. I am but its hand."
Perched on the Daemons thick hided shoulder the knight inverted his sword grip and struck down, driving the blade into the creature's skull with a sickening sound. As the creature fell to the ground the knight jumped clear of the monster's fall, dropping to the ground, and rolling to a stop as the beast thuds down.
Moments of silence pass. Neither knight nor Daemon move. Eventually, slowly, the knight stirs and turns himself on his back. Lying there, battered, broken and wounded beyond a human's limit; he knows that it is only his willpower keeping him alive.
And he smiles. It hurts his jaw, which is likely broken, but he smiles. His foe defeated, he knows that he can continue his quest. Fate will not be denied. He whispers one sentence despite the pain, whether speaking to himself or the Daemon's corpse...
"I can never die..."
...............................
From the dawn of Power's choice to here is but an instant in my dreams. In truth, countless years have passed since then. What became then, of the beginning? To explain what I know of that I must first explain the forms.
Each stage is most forcefully determined by its goal. The first stage to exist was Life. Life's goals were simple: To endure. To maintain. To be as it it, without interference from the other forms. This is likely because they were the first, and were alone for that sliver of eternity that passed before the others existed.
The second stage to exist was undeath. You may question my logic at undeath existing before death itself, but you must understand that such words, such meanings, did not exist at this time. Undeath's goals were quite different from Life. To hunger. To have Life become as it is. To expand.
The third stage to be created was, then, Death. Death was different from all other stages in its goals. For the Dead have no Goals. Death awaits. Death is. Death is the existence closest to the Void it was crafted from.
In the end, all things shall be as Death.
Except for the final form. The last of the forms to come into existence was Unlife. Unlife's goals were pure.
Unlife hungers, but only for Power. Unlife endures, but does not maintain.
And Unlife shall never turn to Death. Of the forms, Unlife is closest to the Power that created it.
Such is the nature of the beginning.
