The Ancients

Prologue

Prologue

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

-Seneca

A planet, quiet, basic evolution forming prehistoric plants and extremely basic life, silent other than the chirping of ancient insects and the slow slosh of water along a coastline, this is where our story begins, on this ancient version of the great world that will be.

It all started, everything they were and ever will be started at that exact moment, shooting from across the solar system, a large hypnotically pulsating crystalline comet hurdled towards this innocent and uninhabited world... all was still, all was peaceful, then the impact, it desolated the area it hit, reducing a beautiful jungle to a crater full of fire and brimstone, the stench of burning plant matter filled the air, a dark cloud spread over the sky, reducing the planet to a pitch darkness.

In the dark, a single light was still lit, the comet, still glowing its vibrant blue, pulsating rapidly, almost in code, filled the emptiness with light, hope, from this crystal a pulsation started, an energy blast as the gem cracked, shattering into a thousand pieces. The wave passed over the landscape around the crater, hitting only 2 things directly before fading, a tangle of vines that against all odds survived the impact, and a small rocky outcropping that was at its core magma from the heat of the comet and its radioactive nature. As the light fades and the sky reappears, two sets of eyes are glowing in the darkness, one of red, like a fire, ambiguous and aggressive in nature and one of a vibrant green that rivals that of a beautiful jungle, like the one that had been reduced to ash.