Lady_Siren
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The Story
The world was a lush place where magic and science lived in harmony. The head scientist Dr. Rialtar was a wise jolly fellow. The high mage however was power hungry and ambitious. The races were ruled by one, the Djinn. The Djinn were a wise and beautiful Race. Their features well defined and their hair as black as the night. They ruled over the land with fairness and kindness. They were loved by all and peace filled the land. Then the dark age began. The high mage known only as Lucien became angry with the Djinn. He despised the power they held over him and all. He believed he would be more fit to hold that power. He also despised science, magic users should be above the lower beings known as scientists. So he began to build an army. Using his mastery of the dark arts he created horrible monsters. No one knew of his betrayal, his decieving skills incredible. It took him ten years to build a sufficient army. He had underground tunnels dug to every major city. Except that of the Djinn who lived far to the north. Then one night while billions of happy villagers slept unaware Lucien struck hard. Creatures poured from beneath the earth horrible screams their excuse for a battle cry. Lucien's army slowly and surely destroyed anyone and anything in it's path. That night and the following month Lucien whiped out almost the entire population. His hunger to rule became a hunger for revenge. The Djinn had sensed an evil rising and as soon as news of the attack reached them they sent their army out. The battle that ensued was bloody to say the least. The two armies collided on a large field. Many more battles followed that one until finally the Djinn were victorious. The war had gone on for ten years. Ten years of absolute hell. After the war the Djinn imprisoned Lucien in the ice caves deep within the barren ice feilds with a magic barrier so strong they believed it to be unbreakable. After the war ended it was found that only two races remained. The human race and that of the Djinn. The human's were the founders of science as the Djinn were the founders of magic. It was decided then that the two did not mix and would only cause future pain. So the high council of the Djinn gathered on the full moon on the feild where the war had begun and with one large burst of all their power combined they split the world in two. A world of science that became known as Earth and a world of magic that became known as Athkatla. Now in the present day and age the two worlds known nothing of eachother. Stories of magic on Earth are myths as are stories of science in Athkatla. A new evil is rising however. This evil originates from Athkatla and despises the world of science more then anything. His one desire is to unite the two worlds and enslave the human race. He has already begun by kidnapping a few of the world leaders and replacing them with magical gouls that do his bidding. His plans are set in a motion and soon the dark age shall return!
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Nalia
Nalia gasped as she sat up straight in bed her heart pounding loudly in her ears. She had just seen the most horrible things. All in her dreams. Yet they didn't seem like dreams, they seemed like something alot more potent. Something like a vision. Tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head in denial. She had seen the destruction of all that she held dear. The distruction of not only the world she loved but the world she sought after so tenaciously. The world of the humans. She had seen a horrible shadow fill the land and a loud authoritive voice speaking an acient cantation in the old language. She couldn't make out the words but as the man spoke the ground had begun to split apart, explosions erupted in all directions. Screams of agony assaulted her ears. And one man stood in the center of it all. A bemused look upon his face as he watched his handwork. She could only make out his slender form. His features were blurred. Nalia shook her head coming out of her flash back. She had once in a while dreamt the future. She could never induce these visions but they came nevertheless. No one ever belived her, no one wanted to. She was the odd one, the one everyone thought wasn't all that right in the head. Well that may be but it didn't matter now. She had one goal now. She had been given the responsability of stopping this vision from comming to be. She wouldn't fail, she would show everyone that she was truly worth somthing. But right now Nalia decided she needed her beauty rest. With a determined look still on her face she drifted off into a restless sleep.
Darius
Darius sighed as he gazed at the night sky. He felt alone at the moment. More so then he had in a long time. Darius was the heir to the Athkatla throne. He was a strong warrior and a great mage. Yet thats all people saw when they looked at him. Only his sister Nalia knew the true him. The compassion for all beings, the need to protect his people at all costs. He loved his sister but he still felt hollow. The Djinn royalty was looked at with pride and confidence. They were revered, but never truly loved. With another heavy sigh Darius turned to his bed determined to get some sleep tonight.
The world was a lush place where magic and science lived in harmony. The head scientist Dr. Rialtar was a wise jolly fellow. The high mage however was power hungry and ambitious. The races were ruled by one, the Djinn. The Djinn were a wise and beautiful Race. Their features well defined and their hair as black as the night. They ruled over the land with fairness and kindness. They were loved by all and peace filled the land. Then the dark age began. The high mage known only as Lucien became angry with the Djinn. He despised the power they held over him and all. He believed he would be more fit to hold that power. He also despised science, magic users should be above the lower beings known as scientists. So he began to build an army. Using his mastery of the dark arts he created horrible monsters. No one knew of his betrayal, his decieving skills incredible. It took him ten years to build a sufficient army. He had underground tunnels dug to every major city. Except that of the Djinn who lived far to the north. Then one night while billions of happy villagers slept unaware Lucien struck hard. Creatures poured from beneath the earth horrible screams their excuse for a battle cry. Lucien's army slowly and surely destroyed anyone and anything in it's path. That night and the following month Lucien whiped out almost the entire population. His hunger to rule became a hunger for revenge. The Djinn had sensed an evil rising and as soon as news of the attack reached them they sent their army out. The battle that ensued was bloody to say the least. The two armies collided on a large field. Many more battles followed that one until finally the Djinn were victorious. The war had gone on for ten years. Ten years of absolute hell. After the war the Djinn imprisoned Lucien in the ice caves deep within the barren ice feilds with a magic barrier so strong they believed it to be unbreakable. After the war ended it was found that only two races remained. The human race and that of the Djinn. The human's were the founders of science as the Djinn were the founders of magic. It was decided then that the two did not mix and would only cause future pain. So the high council of the Djinn gathered on the full moon on the feild where the war had begun and with one large burst of all their power combined they split the world in two. A world of science that became known as Earth and a world of magic that became known as Athkatla. Now in the present day and age the two worlds known nothing of eachother. Stories of magic on Earth are myths as are stories of science in Athkatla. A new evil is rising however. This evil originates from Athkatla and despises the world of science more then anything. His one desire is to unite the two worlds and enslave the human race. He has already begun by kidnapping a few of the world leaders and replacing them with magical gouls that do his bidding. His plans are set in a motion and soon the dark age shall return!
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Nalia
Nalia gasped as she sat up straight in bed her heart pounding loudly in her ears. She had just seen the most horrible things. All in her dreams. Yet they didn't seem like dreams, they seemed like something alot more potent. Something like a vision. Tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head in denial. She had seen the destruction of all that she held dear. The distruction of not only the world she loved but the world she sought after so tenaciously. The world of the humans. She had seen a horrible shadow fill the land and a loud authoritive voice speaking an acient cantation in the old language. She couldn't make out the words but as the man spoke the ground had begun to split apart, explosions erupted in all directions. Screams of agony assaulted her ears. And one man stood in the center of it all. A bemused look upon his face as he watched his handwork. She could only make out his slender form. His features were blurred. Nalia shook her head coming out of her flash back. She had once in a while dreamt the future. She could never induce these visions but they came nevertheless. No one ever belived her, no one wanted to. She was the odd one, the one everyone thought wasn't all that right in the head. Well that may be but it didn't matter now. She had one goal now. She had been given the responsability of stopping this vision from comming to be. She wouldn't fail, she would show everyone that she was truly worth somthing. But right now Nalia decided she needed her beauty rest. With a determined look still on her face she drifted off into a restless sleep.
Darius
Darius sighed as he gazed at the night sky. He felt alone at the moment. More so then he had in a long time. Darius was the heir to the Athkatla throne. He was a strong warrior and a great mage. Yet thats all people saw when they looked at him. Only his sister Nalia knew the true him. The compassion for all beings, the need to protect his people at all costs. He loved his sister but he still felt hollow. The Djinn royalty was looked at with pride and confidence. They were revered, but never truly loved. With another heavy sigh Darius turned to his bed determined to get some sleep tonight.