Prologue
In one of the realms of the world, a majestic palace hung in the sky, Its massive structure supported by the large chunk of earth detached from its terrestrial origins.
A river cascading towards its edge only to have large bodies shrink into droplets and fall in a manner perceived as unending.
Within the majestic palace, the simple and intimidating structure becomes intertwined with complex designs marking halls, chambers and towers. From one of these halls, could be seen a set of beautifully designed thrones arranged in a circle with an opening at the entrance.
At the front row of this set stood an intricately designed throne. Engraved with markings, symbols and illustrations, from its designs one could tell that whoever sat on this throne could be deemed as powerful.
Sitting on the throne was a young man with dark blue eyes, short brown lustrous hair and caramel skin clad in Medieval Europe styled clothing.
"I have waited for such a long time, my eyes have seen the birth of this world. A lot of adventures awaits. What tales shall I find to see from the level of a being." The figure engaged with the thoughts in his mind.
"Tarsus!" he called the hominid figure who stood behind his throne adorned in a white hanfu.
"Yes Master" A moderately deep voice responded.
The Young Man faced the figure "What do you suggest we do so that we will not die of boredom?" he questioned.
Tarsus placed his hand on his chin as he began to contemplate the words. He could feel the intent of the eyes of other who sat on thrones staring at him.
He took a deep breath "Master, you made all this. Whatever you desire to do next is purely up to your will, a being like me has done his part." He said before bowing, his right hand placed on his chest as his head swung low.
The Young Man raised his head and laid it at the back of his entwined palms.
"I want to see my creations rise, grow and evolve. Those who do make me notice should have their names set in stone." he said.
"In what manner Father?" A female with white skin and long gray hair asked. Dressed in a black gown black wings protruding from her back and dark brown eyes that seemed capable of sucking in one's soul should they stare for too long.
"In what other manner should that statement exist in Calora?" The Young Man questioned, not shifting his gaze.
Sensing that she had stepped a bit too far, Calora apologized "I'm sorry Father. I wanted to confirm if there were any hidden statements that your words carried. Please pardon me for my ignorance" She lowered her head.
"Aniel of Chaos, you are not wrong in asking. I did indeed have hidden statements behind the words I spoke" The Young Man grinned.
"I want to see if the races that have been born have what it takes to become a part of this." He added.
"Father, if I may ask?, Do you intend to make them synonymous with us?" A young man with blue eyes and lush brown hair asked, while he remained seated at the upper left side of the throne.
"That is an open ended question Denir." The Young Man replied as he pulled his head away from his hands.
"I intend to make them like you but not like you. Whether they reach your level of power or not will be dependent on them." He said, his lips curled to form a smile, revealing the dimple at the left side of his face.
"However, you must not lax for your power which has so much potential yet to reach its limits." he slightly narrowed his eyes.
"Father, are you saying that you intend to make the creations stronger than their creators?" Another voice spoke from the right side of the throne, the tone clearly filled with indignation.
The Figure closed the eyes "Fanjul, if the maker or a master doesn't wish to be surpassed, he must be sure of his might and strength."
From the corner of his right eye, he looked at the red haired figure whose face held dark red eyes and polychromatic wings.
He continued "Or at most, should have limitations placed."
"But wouldn't this cause a disruption in the balance of things as they are now?" Another voice questioned, this time from the right side of the throne.
"Aenor, there is no need to worry. Focus on your domain and function in the world and leave the rest to me" He replied.
"I wonder which of the realms the first mortal to become will come from?" he then looked closely at the orb locked in the center.
