Prologue The time of the gods has come to an end. The great pantheon of the ever powerful deities had crumbled with the force of their own corruptness. The gods waged wars on them selves without the slightest thought of the consequences to come. Many mortals had died in the petty wars they raged in the name of the deities they worshiped and the greatest gods had decided to put an end to it. Sbira the goddess of light and her equally powerful husband the god of darkness Sabor had come too a mutual understanding. The rain of the gods had come to its end. New gods had to be appointed. Many of the pantheons opposed this and it was decreed that if you did not give up your powers willingly and allow yourself to move on to the plains of light, then your powers would be stripped and you would simply cease to exist. Slowly the constellations and stars disappeared leaving the skies black and lonely. The moon was the only thing that could be seen at night. Everyone waited for the day when the new gods would raise bringing balance to a corrupt world. Current Mood:  sleepy
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