Timeless Eternity: Chronicles of Eldoria

Onto the world • Chapter One

"Yet, despite our longevity, we Eternals are not immune to the whims of boredom and ennui that inevitably accompany such an extended lifespan. Many among us find themselves adrift in the currents of time, seeking solace in mundane pursuits or indulging in frivolous distractions to fend off the relentless march of monotony," her tone full of sorrow, as if she were not vividly present in the moment but speaking to us through the vessel of now.

Nodding to her final lesson, I felt impatient yet patient enough, as my old self had grown into what an Eternal was. I had changed to the point where I didn't know if I was even changing anything. With such a lengthy period of time, it was extraordinarily impossible to stay the same as once was.

"Some delve into the arcane arts, which can bend landscapes to their will. Others weave intricate tapestries of generational mind songs and stories that span epochs, while some lose themselves in the pursuit of unending mysteries of knowledge, delving into forgotten tomes of the past and future ancient mysteries in search of enlightenment," she stood, struggling as the four of us walked toward her to aid her, only for her to gesture that she was fine. The gale around her smoothed unnaturally, aiding her in walking towards the massive tree.

Her mentioning of the types of magical arts made me nervous, as most of my peers had kept themselves to the bare minimum of their magical abilities. Magic was undoubtedly time-consuming, and if one lacked talent, it took even longer. I, on the other hand, had many talents and was already proclaimed as the greatest in the future of the Eternals.

I was acclaimed to be the rare genius who appeared once in a millennium. Which wasn't entirely true; I simply had Earth knowledge that I could apply over time, creating my own unique abilities into manifestation.

Most importantly, the ability to use magic was manifesting one's mind upon reality. All magic was driven by notions related to the psyche, soul, mind, and/or spirit.

Eternal Psionics used telepathy, telekinesis, and vitakinesis. One enabled communication with plants, spirits, other intelligent creatures, and animals. The second was the ability to control the environment by sheer force of willpower. The third was the ability to manipulate one's energy to heal or enhance themselves. It was all Eternals needed. Yet I was the black sheep, more experiential in Psionics than others.

"However, amidst the tranquil beauty of Eldoria, a shadow looms over the Eternals," she stopped, turning her head slowly to glance down at us, yet smiling kindly as she beckoned us to follow towards the everlasting enormous tree.

The elder always smiled but seemed distant; I knew one true thing—she didn't like me much. I was always there to make her worried or annoyed. She tried to calm me down with time, only to learn I was ever more seeking to use the time given to me to further myself. Eternals marched with time in hand and never really sought to improve upon mastery or even polish their own skills. The inherent talent of the Eternals ensured we never grew rusty with our skills; once we learned completely how to do something, we'd forever have that ability to perform it at the peak level.

"Despite our boundless existence, we find ourselves lacking in the simple joys and passions that define other mortals," she'd say, presenting to us the already known details of other races in the world. The one we currently weren't allowed to go out to—why? Because we were too young, and the world beyond was chaos for our unknown minds.

"For them, love is a concept unfelt, unlike we Eternals. They have an ephemeral notion that holds no sway over us. Are we flawed? Or rather, would it be them...anyways," she'd smile once more, staring at us with a smile that wasn't as before. Was she glad to have us? I knew that we were the recent four children of the Eternals, a rarity to see four at once.