and by that I do not mean my undergarments.
So, I'm in my actual world-building stage for Medivo, and thus I've decided to start writing background, supplemental fluffs, and all that sorts of crazy things. To kick it off, here's a short story:
The golden gods of chaos
Ancient tomes and scriptures tell an amusing tale from the dawn of creation, far before life was existent on Medivo. This story tells the tale of three almighty and insanely powerful beings, referring to them only as chaos gods. Depictions portray them as gigantic beings, fully clad in golden armor that brimmed from the gods’ very power. The three were Bel’akl, Mal’ael, and Ignul. They were said to be the ones who tamed the world when it was nothing but a fiery cauldron of raging elements. Ironically, they brought order from chaos, and shaped Medivo to the form we know it today. They did this because they felt so: no rhyme or reason, only their personal likings. They enjoyed creation for the sake of it. Transcendent beings, they stood over simple emotions, such as hatred or ambition.
That was until one of them had tasted one of these feelings, and succumbed to it. Bel’akl was the one, and greed was his vice. For an unfathomable reason, the golden god suddenly wanted to be more than a part of three. He wanted to be the only one. To achieve this, he used trickery and mischief first. His scheming was successful against Ignul, whom he banished to realms unknown when he was caught off-guard by his treacherous brother.
Mal’ael, on the other hand was aware of Bel’akl’s treason, and witnessed the forced exile of Ignul. He instantaneously questioned his brother’s action, to which he got a simple reply, which was more of a proposal: either he would join the fate Ignul, or die. This reasoning infuriated Mal’ael, who proposed a duel. Both gods had withdrawn to arm themselves.
Soon after, both of them arrived at a contested piece of land; the Isle of Conflict, which they specifically created for this battle. Bel’akl armed himself with a polearm-like weapon, which he aptly christened as ‘God-Slayer’. Mal’ael forged a sword, which he titled as the ‘Blade of Tears’, in honor of his banished brother. The two gods had clashed and fought for several days, their destructive strikes slowly disintegrated their battleground. But despite all of Mal’ael’s efforts, his power-hungry brother was proven stronger. Bel’akl killed Mal’ael with a final sweep; while Mal’ael’s body fell, his armor blackened and crumbled to dust.
And so there stood Bel’akl, as the last and only chaos god of Medivo. With him victorious, however, he only felt emptiness. It was then when he realized how much the loss of his brethren did affect him: he was getting weaker and weaker by every passing moment. As he slowly withered into nothingness, he could only feel deep anger, and blamed Mal’ael of cursing him. What Bel’akl did not know though, was that the gods of chaos actually depended on eachother to coexist, and thus, with him destroying his brethren, had sealed his very own doom.
Constructive criticism is welcome as always. Feel free to grammarpiltogg me, you're the native speakers afterall.
Last edited by Zahru II
on Wed Mar 30, 2011 4:10 pm, edited 1 time in total.