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The Protection of the Ancients

Jedoi

Jedoi

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Slicer
(Is kinda uncanon but oh well)


Black ink stains the faded paper.

Life is no coincidence, there is a reason we are where we are. The stars align in perfect and indescribable ways to place one where one is meant to be. Sometimes, it affects only you, and sometimes, the universe is changed forever. I know I was meant to be here. They call it a prison, but I know otherwise. The Almighty have freed us from death, we are not chained as mortals any longer. They are not our wardens, they are our saviors. They have created a safe haven for us, their children, and bring us from the edges of the galaxy to find our place.

Praise be to the Ancients.

~~~​

A moonless night, a black sky filled with stars. The air is still, and the only sound is that of a man running for his life. His screams hang in the air, ricocheting off the stone cliffs. His lungs are burning, his heart hammering in his chest, his legs go numb. Still he runs, for the greatest gift ever given to him hangs in the balance; life. He crosses an invisible line... And all the pain fades. His heart relaxes and is filled with hope, he exhales, fear replaced by calm. He can feel a great gift flow into his weary body. The monsters have caught up with him now, but their attacks bounce off his once-vulnerable skin.

You have entered the Protection of the Ancients. Come, eldest child of ours, and learn what we have to teach.

The man stops, and feels knowledge flow into his mind. He glimpses the faces of the entities who have adopted him as their own, and sees his future brothers standing by his side. Power flows into hand, and he raises it like a shield again the against the undead. A flash of light appears, and the creatures turn to dust.

Guard your world well, our son.

I have a name.

We know.

A word is whispered, but lost in the sudden wind.

 

He was no longer alone. No one remembered how they came to be, but everyone knew their purpose. His brothers and sisters illuminated each day and made life interesting. They were as diverse as could be, yet loving and deeply loyal to one another. All his siblings looked up to him as they lived their lives. The Ancients guided them and taught them more as the years went by. Eventually, mortals came, and the children of the Ancients protected them and helped them raise great cities, and each worshipping the mysterious deities who watched over them.

Until the day that everything shattered.

They say one man can shape history, and such is so in our story. One man was consumed by his powers and desire for more, and corrupted his brothers and sisters. The Eldest Child rebelled against those who had nurtured him with knowledge, and the Ancients had no choice but to imprison their beloved children.

The battle was short. Led by their brother, each immortal fought against their creators. Earth, water, wind, fire, storms and rain joined the war. The force of their combined powers nearly destroyed the world. But they were not victorious. The only thing left to prove violence had marred the land were three mountains that had erupted from the ground. The Ancients could not destroy what they had created, instead locking their immortality inside a single object, which glowed with the light of their power. Four stones floated beside it, within hid the memories of their children. Each was chained beneath the ground and locked in near-eternal sleep.

I was the most powerful.

I should have saved them. I should have saved them. ​

Yet I brought this upon them.
​
Nothing can be uncreated. Not worlds, nor people, nor memories or ideas. Anything that has existed will continue to exist until the end of time. Such is so with our story. They say both the sky and the Ancients wept the day that they created their most powerful object, an eternal prison. Yet even they didn't know that one day, it would be a gift.
 
Silence. Darkness. That is where I reside. Far from awareness is where I have drifted, drifted for but a moment, and an eternity. In the darkness, the comforting darkness, the welcoming silence which wrapped around my being, and let me be calm, calm, calm. It is all I have known. The darkness, and the silence... The darkness, and the silence... And then it was taken from me.

In a single moment it all returned. The memories. The pain. The power. Like a great wave, realisation washed over me, flooding my heart, coursing through my veins! I was awake! I was alive! My eyes snapped open to see... Darkness.

Darkness, and everything.

I saw the blazing fire, the silver chains of light. The black clouds on the blood red horizon. I saw my brothers and sisters being trapped, as twisting wisps of light solidified to become the very chains I was restrained by. Powerless, I watched as every one of us was ensnared.

And everything became dark once more.


~~~

I felt the cold stone.

“Are you alright?” A kind voice asks. A voice. How long had it been since I’d heard a voice? My eyes opened to see a man. He was not one of my brothers, but one of the beings beneath us. His old eyes, set in a weathered face framed by grey hair, looked over me and smiled.

“Yes…” I managed. I was more than alright. I was alive… Alive….
 
I think i'm reading to fast, the songs are like only half way through when i finish reading
 

I am strong. I was born to bear weight. The weight of knowledge. The weight of power. The weight of a crown.


My brothers do not remember me, yet they are uneasy. The man who had woken me convinced them to accept me as their own. They will remember, in time, who I was to them. Who I am.

...

My city rested atop a mountain. My followers, the ones they call Slicers, had built it under my guidance. Like me, they were were gifted immortality. Unlike me, they were not gifted power. Many did not care for it, but the wise among them joined me. I promised my acolytes power, the same power the Ancients had once bestowed upon me. I will become stronger than those who created me… I will become a god…

...

My brothers disapprove. I have tapped into powers far more powerful and darker than they can even imagine. Every force of nature is under my control, every being is subject to my whims. The world has come to fear me, and soon my brothers will too. Once they pledge to follow me once more, I will share this power with them.

...

My acolytes have perished, replaced by four figures. One is cloaked in a black robe. His hood covers his face, and I can only see his eyes. He is tall, and across his broad shoulders is a multicolored sash. The next is much shorter. Most would think him a child, but we know the truth. He may look like a young boy, but he is as powerful as the men beside him. About his height is a golden-haired dwarf, a face that regarded me with anger. He clutched a staff sparking with electricity in his hands. Then there was the fourth. He is also tall, wearing a flowing red-and-gold robe. He wears a crown; he thinks himself a king.

I am the only king here.

“Brothers.” I smile. The false king steps forward, eyes staring deep into my soul. He spits my name in reply.

“Syris.”
 


“Have you come to join me at last?” I ask. They look at me like they hate me. Maybe they do. It doesn’t matter.


“We have come to end your reign.” Mop, the child, says. He reveals a silver sword and points it in my direction. I twirl my hand and conjure a golden broadsword embedded with blue jewels.


“Silver is so boring, brother.”


“You create something from nothing.” Mech states in his low voice. “You mess with the balance of the world.”


“No, brother. I am the god of this world, and I may interfere where I see fit.”


“He’s too far gone. The dark magic has corrupted him. We have no choice.” Gallazius decides, lifting his staff. “Surrender to us and we will be merciful.”


I laugh. “Dearest brother, you assume you’re a match for me. You must learn otherwise.”


Magnus takes a step forward, but a small flick of my wrist freezes him in place. I conjure chains from the air and smile as it wraps around him, binding him to the ground. The others start towards me, but the chains multiply and ensnare them one by one. They are forced to bow before me.


I approach them and use my foot to force Gallazius’s head up. His eyes burn into mine as he struggles against his chains. I smirk and turn to Magnus, ripping the crown from his head.


“I am your king. I am your god! And you dare defy me.” I seethe as I fling his crown off the mountain. Mop struggles, trying to free his hands, and so his binds tighten. His face betrays pain. “I was going to be merciful” I spit the word, turning to Mech and kicking him in the gut. “but you have lost that right. You are no longer my brothers. You are so far beneath me.”


While I was focused on Mech, Gallazius’s hand shoots up, staff in hand, and lightning strikes the group. Their binds shatter and they leap up, each clutching their weapon. Let them think they have a chance. They are wrong. The traitors rush at me, save the dwarf, who summons lightning from the sky and smites my city to ashes. I pay no matter.


They have turned against me. I will imprison them. I will figure out how to take their powers. I will kill them. And then I will rebuild.


…


After one day, the mountain I claimed lay destroyed. I force the earth to betray them. They retreat to their precious Three Sisters, and we continue to fight.


…


After two days, everything they have known has burned to the ground. I conjure fire and lightning, and the land is covered in flames.


…


After three days, the area lies flooded. The oceans rise at my command, and heavy rain assaults them constantly.


…


After four days, the earth cannot stop rumbling. The sky is aflame, and the valleys have become marshes. I am tired, but they cannot defeat me.


…


I see the blazing fire, the silver chains of light. The black clouds on the blood red horizon. I see my brothers and sisters being trapped, as twisting wisps of light solidified to become the very chains I was restrained by. Powerless, I watch as every one of is was ensnared.


This time, I am alone.


…


I can only feel and hear. The binds keeping me in place are tight. I hear my former brother’s voices.


“He cannot be killed.” Mech’s voice states. “The Artifact protects him.”


“We need to find some way to stop him.” Mop argues.


“I cannot banish him to the Outer Darkness.” Gallazius reports.


“Then we return him to the state he was in before.” Magnus reasons. “We create a prison he can never escape.”


No.
 
Steve5729 said:
I think i'm reading to fast, the songs are like only half way through when i finish reading
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I don't think those songs are supposed to finish before you finish reading it. After all, those songs are all between 3 and 10 minutes, and these parts of the story take less then twenty seconds to read.
 
ModernMozart1787 said:
btw, I know who the brothers are, but who is Syris?
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“Then came the rise of Syris, final guardian fifth and last.
A king, a god, he thought himself, with powers only he could cast.
He turned against the others, showed dark magic as his crime.
Imprisioned by his brothers, with chains forged in and out of time.”
 
Holy crap! I didn't realize I haven't posted the last part yet! I finished it awhile ago, here it is.
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They say Gallazius forged the chains out of iron, and Mop coated them in unbreakable silver. Mech enchanted them, and Magnus wove them in and out of time, making them nearly immortal.

…

The heat was unbearable. I was only aware of it for mere moments before Gallazius placed his hand over my eyes, and I returned to the Darkness.

…

Silence. Darkness. That is where I reside. Far from awareness is where I have drifted, drifted for but a moment, and an eternity. In the darkness, the comforting darkness, the welcoming silence which wrapped around my being, and let me be calm, calm, calm. It is all I have known. The darkness, and the silence... The darkness, and the silence…

This time, there is no darkness.

Only emptiness.

…

I stand. All around me is a white void. I cannot figure out how large this abyss is. I cannot feel the ground or any walls. For a split second, it vanishes. I am chained to the side of a cliff, lava flowing over my writhing body. The pain is the most intense I have ever felt. I pass out.

I am back in the white void, breathing hard. I look down at my skin, it is unmarred, but my hands are shaking. What have they done to me? I look back up into the abyss of nothingness.

This place will not defeat me.
…

I sit and imagine a forest. I can almost see the colossal trees holding up the canopy of bright green and yellow leaves far above me. Small creatures scamper along the forest floor, and birds sing from the branches. I am almost at peace.

The burning stone scrapes against my bare skin, cutting into muscle as molten rock pours over me. I no longer try to open my eyes, because I have learned that I will only see a bloody red haze if I do. I hear nothing, my ears were burnt away far too long ago. I will have my revenge.

…

Magnus entered the chamber and sighed. He hated this place. He had spent enough time within the cavern room far beneath the Three Sisters. He approached the walls and ran his hand over the glyphs engraved in the stone. They had been trying to discover their meaning for some time now, but the sigils remained elusive.

He turned and sat at the small table in the centre of the room, waiting for the four other seats to be filled. As always, Asymptonic showed up shortly after Magnus. He took a seat beside the man and turned to him.

“Guardians.” The scientist stated simply. Magnus looked at him.

“Is that supposed to be who we are?”

“Exactly.” He nodded.

“What if another one of us turns to dark magic? What if Syris still has followers out here? The four of us can’t take this on alone.” Magnus shook his head. “We need to find the root of- ”

“Mech, Gall, come in.” Asymptonic interrupted, waving Magnus’ brothers in. They took their seats at the table.

“What are we discussing?” The dwarf asked. Mech only turned his head towards Asy.

“Mop is late again.” Magnus noted.

“No, the rest of you are just early.” The child strode into the room and stood next to Asymptonic. “I brought him as you requested. Come in!”

The three wizards spun towards the entrance where a tall man was ducking through the doorway. “Who-”

“Slim. These are the Guardians.” Asymptonic interrupted once again. “Guardians, this is your first apprentice.”
 
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