~ ⋆˙⟡ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𓆩⟡𓆪 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒍 ⟡˙⋆~

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒙𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑬𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝑽, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒓𝒂, 𝑬𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒉 𝑰 - 𝑬𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅

Hymns of wind, told of upcoming rain. The forest was imbued with echoes and songs of those who were bestowed flight from birth. Below me, a delicate, silky grass enwreathed my small fists and feet.

My first attempt at seeing the world ended up with me being slapped by the vibrant colors and bright dawn. For a glimpse, I saw gently falling leaves, most colored in red and orange with the occasional magenta. They landed in broken rhythms, like a dissonant lullaby. I heard a flutter of wings, followed by the crunch of a leaf as a shadow fell over my face. Upon opening my eyes again, I saw my reflection in the gaze of dark blue mirrors. My hair was orange. Orange in the way of amber, not like the leaves. My eyes had the hue of wine, and my eyelashes were a brighter variation of scarlet. I had teeth. Little ones, flat aside from a noticeable two fangs. Around my neck was a brown string that secured a tiny wooden star.

The crow remained still, as if purposefully protecting me from the sun. Right of me was a circle of stones made into a well, and to my left, a fawn who peeked from behind an oak. A deep warmth filled my heart. It was in that moment, embraced by the world, as if meant to be born.

By the time the first snow fell, I’d been taken in by a kind man in his 60s. Found next to a river, with hair now matching the sky and crystalline waters, my first name became Entiel, named after the local species of fish.

Inside his cabin were small wooden projects scattered atop shelves, desks, and seats: wooden carvings of birds, tiny trees, and human figurines. There were some containers made of glass, which held odd looking leaves and shinier objects like animal horns. Behind the house was a bonfire, usually smelling of fresh-cooked fish.

Through tattered pages I learned we were in the midst of an unfathomably tall valley. Overhead, far up in the sky was an enormous creature with fins, where azure mists descended from. Far north where the valley met the rest of the open world, a great white serpent had wrapped itself around a mountain.

The elderly man left the house every morning when the birds sang, but always returned by dusk. He leaves a bowl of water on the table along with berries and soft fruits, and on random occasions he returns with milk. On nights when the glow of the moon was absent, he read to me with a gently blazing candle. It was always the same book, for it was the only one he possessed for the understanding of children, less he smooths him into sleep with the herbal properties of Servillian Moss.

"Long ago in the Era of Apocalypse, humanity faced its first extinction...'When I was a child I curled my wings through a lightning storm while gazing pitifully at the grey skies. In that moment of cruel despair, I scraped the earth and had a thought. Heaven, not in reference to the dimension, but in reference to the universe itself, is not against losing. Else, why would humans have free will?'

One that slayed a leviathan...

The first to hunt a behemoth in history...

Conquered the Advent of demigod...

Descended from angels and giants, and whose Will became a nebula. Amoren, the Fable of Helltide...Amoren, the first Devil…Amoren, Eon of God Slaying…”

So much time has passed since antiquity.

During the hours he was away, I set off on my own adventures to explore the forest.

[There was a path for you, both physical and metaphorical, that I knew you’d be curious not to miss for its fanciful design. It was nothing special before, but overnight the trees had arranged themselves again, this time to welcome a child. I saw you, with snow in your hair and little cuts on your arms, and thought to send you a guide.

A small fairy offered its friendship. I’ll have it lead you through the forest, to the tomb at its core. There, you’ll become a seeker, an enchanter. It will be your first test of mana, your prescience of the path to be whoever you wanted.]

A small trail hid behind a dense archway of branches. Even after pushing a handful of them aside, I could only crawl through. I stood up to brush the leaves off my hair, which now draped under my ears.

A butterfly, fluorescent of gold, landed atop the bridge of my nose. Afraid to startle its rest in case it thought of me as a plant, I waited. Then it flapped its wings. Once, then twice before taking flight. It almost felt like it was learning to be a butterfly.

There were tiny footprints in the snow, that when followed, led to the trunk of a tree and ended. Upon touching the surface of the bark, my hand passed through, accompanied by a wisp of turquoise ripples. I stumbled, falling face-first into a flower bed with a light ploof. When I looked up, time seemed to slow, and my chest felt a bit colder than it should’ve. In front of me were the wings of a giant entity. Just the wings, unconjoined and unsymmetrical. An incomprehensible mesh of dark green and bluish colors. The rest of the scene was a hazy black and white, and it began to swirl. The ground caved in, revealing an endless void as the sky seemed further and further away.

[You walked the road that’d already been walked, perhaps to find a friend like yourself, or perhaps to remain attached to the world you knew. However that path was closed now, so as to never inherit the fate of a Monolith. Nor should you remember this finding.]

~ First Turning Point ~

Behemoths

Behemoth of Eversil / The Winter Whale

White in color and of enormous length, born from clouds. It radiates mana particles that look and feel like snow, often taking the form of mist that sweeps through the lands. Some take their chances collecting this mist and become merchants, selling it for its great healing effects. The Winter Whale sleeps in the high-sky at night, and roams the mid-sky at day, often circling Eversil.

During winter, the Winter Whale hides above the clouds. Winter snow often heals wounds and replenishes mana, as well as purifies rivers/lakes.

The World Serpent / The Guardian of Humanity 

During the Eon of Apocalypse, the Serpent protected humanity in Eversil as well as the surrounding Lands. Though its size is commendable, its name originates from “Savior of the World”, rather than for its appearance. The World Serpent often goes underground, and hibernates within a mountain chain in winter. A handful of rumors claim it can speak, and chooses select candidates to become "knights."