In the beginning... there was only darkness. it covered the land like a curse unbroken. the earth was consumed by the lone sound of darkness. the air was thick, the wind stood still... stagnant... lifeless. and in that endless abyss_ only God knew. knew what slept beneath it. knew what awaited. knew what lingered. but even the abyss... could not survive alone. from within the darkness_ something arose. a bright orange lights emerged. not calm. not gentle. but alive. it burned through the infinite silence. it carved it's light through the void. it gave the world it first breath in Malleliom. and from the flame_ a tribe was born. holy worshippers of fire forged from ash, and bound by the flame. they called themselves the Mun'gar, Mun'gar means tribe of fire In their own ancient word. the flame of their land never faltered, never died, and never faded. they endured. and among them_ there was one. not the strongest. not the loudest. but the one the fire listened to. the one it answered. the one the flame obeyed. kael. the monarch of flames. the flames around him didn't rage. they moved with him. a child born to be a warrior. a child chosen from birth to be the one who will wield the staff of flames (One of the seven seals used to seal away the Shadow king.) he stood at the edge of a cliff, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
sometimes felt strange... a little too strange. the flame felt a presence deep in the woods. something dark. something of pure evil, but familiar_ almost. the flame knew what was coming. but didn't fear it. the fire around the village reacted somehow strangely, it was like fire bent towards the darkness in the forest. the elders of the tribe noticed the fire around village flowing like water towards the forest. the elders were very alarmed, one of the elder spoke, voice trembling .he said a name that wasn't supposed to be heard."the shadow king is coming". the dark king... a king so evil even his own followers had to betray, and imprison him. his wife, who was heavily pregnant escaped during the war. it was a really strong fight but they won, but they couldn't fully defeat him. so they had no choice.. but to seal him, so they did. our ancestors joined forces and seal the king of darkness. but hear this. "a flame does not die without a wind". and for the first the fire of the Mun'gar did not burn toward the heavens.It bowed toward the darkness which was coming. ( TO BE CONTINUED.)