Fin: Part 3 “Maria?” Avery asked, “I suppose that isn’t a bad name for a world.” “I am glad you think so,” Terra responded, “It is where I am from, and it is where I will take the scepter.” “To save your people,” Avery concluded. Terra nodded. I sat on the edge of the dock, looking out over the open sea. It was a sight for sore eyes, to be sure. It has seemed like more than two cycles since the cold touch of the ocean brushed against my bare toes. Yet even now, there was still tension in my gut. The entire myr’mydin fighting force lay in wait merely a few yards from the dock, waiting for an attack signal. I reopened the network, allowing Virgil to listen in on Terra’s conversation. “You know everyone who’s received this scepter has gone mad?” Avery commented. “I’ve thought about it for some time,” T
Fin: Part 2 Terra and I both attended the same academy as younglings. Sure, the royal daughter would usually have a private tutor, but her temperament would not allow it. After running off several tutors, her father got the message. The first time we met was during the academy’s celebration of the new cycle. I was called a casting prodigy, so the teachers were eager to show me off. Terra was also an excellent student, taking to martial skills easily. Unfortunately, her cantankerous attitude prevented her from taking part in the official celebration. That is, until an opening in the scheduling appeared after one of the students…well…dropped out suddenly. I don’t remember the exact details, only that medical attention was needed. Nevertheless, Terra basically let herself on stage…during my performance. Being young and eager for attention myself, the inevitable sparks began to fly, literally.
Fin: Part 1 It is said that the myr were created in a lightning storm. Near the end of the first age, the Creator saw the corruption that was seeping into the land from one of His own. His anguish and rage manifested on Maria, etching the sky with brilliant shafts violent aggression and torrents of heartache for His creation. These were the passionate cries of a being loosing what He loved most, watching the ones He held dear tear themselves apart in violent conflict, initiated by one of His own. These were cries for justice, cries for restitution. Some even say cries of vengeance. These cries carried life with them; life imbued with violent emotion. This life was the start of the second creation. Those that struck land became the Myr’soal, better known as the Furri. Those that struck water became Myr’mydin. Why do I write this? I write this because there have been those who connect to these violent emotions. &
Fin: Prologue Silence ruled the midsummer night. The freshwater lake felt cool against her back, and the cool breeze, soothing as it brushed over her bare scales.Terra drifted out towards the center of the lake, her golden eyes fixated on the clusters of stars above. Her thoughts wandered, wondering what constellations this world had assigned them, and what stories were told of them. She let her mind wander, hoping it would eventually reach the point of exhaustion, allowing her to grasp the realm of sleep that continued to evade her. Terra raised a hand towards the black-blue sky, mildly amused by the droplets of water that rolled down her arm. “Why are you here?” said a thought aloud. She froze, stunned at her own words. It had been over a year, since she first set foot on this world. Two years since she kissed her little sister goodbye, or felt her father’s embrace. Two years since the anger that had built i
FactionsFactions-Templar A society dedicated to bringing about a world of peace through control. If they control the reactors, they believe they will be able to do so, through power distribution, essentially playing god. While many of its members shook of the societies religious origins, the zeal with which they strive towards their goal has never dwindles-IlluminatiA society dedicated to bringing about the next stage in human evolution. They seek the reactor’s power for the dramatic boost in progress that they hope it will provide. This group views peace as a welcoming commodity, however, it is chaos that causes change. Only when every avenue of discovery and adaption has been explored, and the most ideal conditions have been met; when the perfect human is brought into existence, only then will peace naturally be achieved.-TriadThe remnants of the criminal underworld, consisting of the combined might of the Asian, Russian, and Italian mafia.