Creations Part 1
As the world cooled Kraton breathed life into Keardas, and good green things began to grow on the land and mountains that were now formed. Swimming things filled the waters, both beautiful and dreadful. Crawling things also began to cover the land, lumbering creatures that were as big as hills, and as small as specks of dust. Creatures also championed the skies between the vast void and the ground that he had formed, these were his favorite of the lesser creatures, as they could soar through the air and void as he could. He blessed them with wisdom and intelligence.
Kraton also breathed life into peculiar creatures, being that had the capacity of intelligence, but also ignorance and greed. Differing from beasts that took dominion in the seas, land, and air, Kraton gave these beings; language and reason. Some of these men turned to live in the mountains and under hills, others in the fields, and even more to the rivers and forests. These would be the creatures that decided whether Kraton or Tentil would become supreme. A time would come when one of these men would need to make the ultimate decision that would decide the outcome of this struggle.
Kraton was the soaring roaming light that crossed the sky each day and took form of a magnificent phoenix was a long flaming tail that lighted to heavens and the grounds. He was always conscience and aware of every being he had made, he could hear the faintest cry and sense through the deepest cave. He was stationed in the sky most of the time, although he also liked to walk on Keardas. To take his place from the absence of the sky and earth he created servants to aid in his maintenance of the world. When he could not be lighting the earth, his most powerful servant, Sentil, took to flight a massive caravan of flaming horses that streaked across the sky. His chariot was not as bright as Kraton’s flaming wings, which made the days seemed dim and dreadful at times, but for those who knew his purpose were reassured that Kraton was nearer to them when Sentil was taming the darkness in the sky.
Other servants also took flight in the sky; others were assigned to the caves, and even others to roaming the land. Each was fair and beautiful to look at, some taking the form of men, women, and others great beasts. In the early days they were praised and were hosted with much love from the men and as well as other beings still mysterious and unknown. The servants would guide and teach all who cared to listen, often preventing many from dying and falling into ignorance. When the men of the world began to grow strong, gradually the dependence on the servants waned and many were forgot and no longer wished to take any part on Keardas.
As the love for the servants faded, many took the distant void above the earth and cemented their own fate as stars and other heavenly bodies to be suspended and wait for the end of the world. Other servants yet fell to the guile of the Tentil and became his slaves and minions, ultimately doomed to the same fate of The Tainted One, if he were to fail. These became powerful demons, horrible nightmares and dark evil shadows that plagued the weak of heart.
A race of powerful men who called themselves The Eilan, took it upon themselves to follow the instructions of Kraton and his servants. They took it upon themselves to be stewards of the world. They indeed were not the most powerful things to dredge through the world, and certainly were not stronger than Tentil’s demons or Kraton’s servants, but they would prove their strength in the struggle between all that was good, and all that was evil.
Years passed and more of Kraton’s servants were taking to the void to be stars and heavenly bodies, times seemed to be fair among the men of the world. But the wise knew of the tales of creation and prophecy, knowing that dark and grim times were coming. Great societies were raised and passed, and the Eilan forged a great kingdom, a stronghold to base their stewardship, as most of the earth was still open to exploration, many parts were still wild and unknown, undoubtedly holding mysterious and dreadful secrets.
Logain Northrock
Post Creation 987
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