Lendle

When they speak of our realm, Despina, it is a realm without Gods. It is said long ago they left our world, finding their influence too heavy handed, our deaths too many blamed upon their bidding. Before they departed, seven objects, chal’sei, were imbued with their essence and gifted to mortal men believed to be of righteous heart. Yet not all were so virtuous.  
 
Ages past, the wars began. The skies blackened with the ashes of death. The very soil burned. Undying armies fed upon those who dared to stand against them. Life, was on the verge of irradiation. 
 
In the end, just men imbued with the might of the departed Gods rose up and overcame the hungering darkness. With evil all but obliterated, a new area of peace has reigned for almost five thousand years, the revered chal’sei were lost to the world. 
 
That is how the story goes. History after all, is at the mercy of those who write it. How would we know any different? 
 
I believed it too once…until they came for me. Quickly I learned reality is never as pretty as the stories. 
 
The Balance that has keep that ancient war in stalemate for countless centuries, has shifted. Some desperately seek to restore it. Others, seek to finally conclude it. And I…I fear the world will burn anew….and I will be to blame. 
 
-Alina Sinalae