The Unknown
The same library of books lay within five different castles. Words continuously appear in those books as if the stories are writing themselves. Those are the stories of the present, all those that are still living. Some come to an end abruptly, some have already ended, they are stories of those that have passed. Alongside the untold legends and foretold futures, rarely can you stumble upon anomalies of different realities too.
This is but a fraction of one of those many stories within that forsaken library. A story of impending wars, the rise and fall of worlds, civilizations, and nations. Beings at the height of glory falling into the depths of despair, rebuilding from ruins, or perhaps given an opportunity they would have never been allowed to have.
This is a story that can end once every soul reaches their goal. A story where the past, present, future, and fiction became a reality for all. Prehistoric mechanisms clash against the shields of feudal knights. Ancient steel swords pierce through modern defenses. Lead bullets confront rays of pure energy. Magic blankets battlefields coating them in lightning.
Conflict arose from slavery and fortitude, justice and righteousness, expansion and adventure. Wars waged for ideals, waged to keep secrets hidden from the lands, for nothing more than a farce, wars so complex which go beyond simple reasoning. And far more unfathomable or unbelievable reasons to wage such wars.
In this land of boundless possibilities, where anything can be real, problems arose. While some issues were swiftly solved by the inhabitants of their respective realm. Many were left to fester, neglected for so long, people began to turn a blind eye to them. Eventually too few even sought solutions to these problems. The few who do, they were not here originally. They were created.
Born from the shattered fragments of a true god’s domain, these beings first emerged a century ago when the barriers between all those pasts, presents, futures, and fictional realities connected. At last, the final fragment has reached the Realms.
But enough about the Realms. This is one of the many stories of the Realms. This is the story of one of the Celestial Shards. This is the unknown. Unknown to all without access to those libraries. Unknown to all without contact with the Voidkin. They know the truth and now you do too.
