The Seventh Being: Fallen Heroes
Long ago, our world thrived. Rivers and lakes were filled with beautiful, clear water. The forests and jungles lush with greenery. The mountains tall, and the valleys deep. Food was abundant, and balance was kept. The time of Great Mother Earth lasted for years…
...but when there is good, there is bound to be evil.
A man named Abaddon became hungry for power. He sought the source of peace, and destroyed it. Abaddon discovered a great and powerful magic, and stole it for his own purposes.
The balance was lost, and soon the world fell under a blanket of darkness. The sun did not rise, and the moon did not set. Stars were invisible, hidden behind the dark blanket that shrouded the skies.
Everything perished. The trees rotted away, leaving many without a home. The mountains crumbled, taking many lives. The rivers were filled with a black fluid that rendered it undrinkable. The loss of light itself caused many plants to wilt and die.
Abaddon created a kingdom, recruited armies, and plowed through all life. The soldiers destroyed everything they could. Burning anything that came in their way. Many more people died that day, and only a few escaped the grasp of the king’s men. Those who survived the fire, but were unable to escape, were slaughtered and brought back to the Black Castle.
Those who lived hid. There wasn’t anything that they could do, other than hope that they were not caught.
Yet, like a cycle of life, good began to slowly rise once again.
And that is where the story begins.