CHAPTER 1: In the Beginning
By reading these words, you have willingly walked into the Seven Realms. It is a world brought into being by their Holy Unnamed Creator, and with it came the Secrets of Creation. Being true and just, the Creator knew these secrets should not be kept, so the Holy One placed all the forbidden knowledge and secret truths away, hidden inside the fragile shell of an egg. As white as the flickering light from the stars that hang in the heavens above, this what would become known as the Holy Relic of Creation. It is said, that the one who understands the relics power may find the key to its resting place. With the relic in hand, the secrets of the universe shall be revealed making the holder a divine equal to none other than the Holy Creator. To this day, the holy relic remains hidden within the realms, waiting to be unlocked by the heavenly key. A divinely fabricated weapon kept secret until the day its holy protector is destined to claim it.
In that instant, after the realms divine creation, the Holy Creator placed on the world a special being and called this being man. He was a man of enormous stature, of divine gift. As the first-born, he was given the gift of immortality. His home, located on the eastern shores of the worlds great Pangaea, was constructed by the will of his god and was all that he knew for a millennia. One day, while the Holy One looked down on this great creation that was man, seeing him relaxing on a sandy beach covered from the suns heat with a great leaf from a near-by giant palm, the divine was inspired. The Holy Creator decided to endow this man with the power of a name. This only living man, the Holy Creator beaconed out to the green fields before his home and bore him a name, a godly name, one that would echo in the mind of any that heard it uttered. His name, henceforward, would be Freydin.
As time wore on. the Holy Creator called forth from the trees, the sands, and the waters thousands of other living creatures in countless forms big and small, to spread miraculously across the lands. Over time, they adapted their bodies to the world around them, multiplying in great numbers. Meanwhile, Freydin in time, made it his mission to spread the knowledge of their Holy Creator across the world to a young and ignorant people. Eventually, he earned the trust and love of this worlds growing masses.
Looking down on the people that had grown to love the holy will of their creator, the Holy One could not help but to see Freydin as the truest and most beloved. For such faith, Freydin was called, again, from his divinely given home to the grasslands spreading before it. As the sun touched its highest point, the Holy Creator descended to him on a ray of light shimmering silver and gold. In those flowing fields, Freydin collapsed face first into the soft earth before his great creator. A thick silver-lined mist consumed Freydin and within it he was anointed with oils from whatever Realm heaven should lie in. For his faith and good deeds, the Holy Creator gave him the new title of King. From that day on, he was now destined to reign as the Holy King of the all that lives on the ground, in the air, or under the seas forever, and ever.
Under the Holy Kings’ guidance the wild lands became a world of law held together by the morals of a glowing faith. Yet, slowly a poison was growing, quietly brooding. A deep rooted darkness delivered into the Realms through its very own beloved king. Man had been divinely designed, and perfectly flawed. But, we’ll get to that a bit later.
As time wore on. Freydin discovered just how many others inhabited the world. Eventually, freedom and justice were so plentiful that there came a time when King Freydin no longer felt the need to govern it all himself. So, he summoned every citizen who would hear him to come and see the most honored and brave of all the lands. The courtyard before his royal court, outlined by giant pillars of silver and gold, was packed with those anxious to see whom amongst the entire world is the bravest, and to see what marvelous treasures they are rewarded for their deeds.
Freydin stood honored and smiling before the gathered masses. Clean cut, with red hair, and green eyes. The sun bounced off his soft fur cape that clasped about his massive neck. Behind him sat his honored guests: lord Sumner, the Dragon Slayer. The ever-vigilant Valkrin fowl, Kro-Claw, who had been his best spy during the Grogg Wars. The ambitious, and beautiful Mina, the best swordsman, or woman, in all the world. Maewyn, the high Eldaar of the Holy glowing faith, and served also as Freydins Grand Advisor. Macelle, the lone survivor of the Grogg massacre. And, finally, Anor, hero of the eastern shores. King Freydin stood before tens of thousands, and announced the splitting of the lands into the Seven Realms.
Each Realm is to be ruled by a steward, by one of those sitting behind him. He said to his gathered loyalists, “I am still your High King, but all matters of seriousness are to be brought to your Realms Steward. Then, if it cannot be resolved, I shall be happy to divulge my holy wisdom, as so, to resolve the matter personally. The Seven Realms are so made!” With the other six Royal Stewards given control to govern their own lands, they were sent away to lead as best as royalty could. Doing this gave him ample time to fulfill a long missed detail, a wife.
Freydin, himself, stood a towering height, he made some trees look small. He had thick, wavy, red hair stopping just above the collar. His eyes were a deep forest green, like pine needles in the spring. He had a manly build, and stood out to be everything a king and a warrior should be. Eventually, a very long eventually, he did find a wife. Her name was Lilith. She was a beautiful young woman, with bright red hair, and green eyes. Her smooth placid skin was tinted with a soft brown tan. The largest attraction for the king, was that she had been the only person of all his journeys, he ever noticed, to have green eyes such as he. Not to mention, her slim hips and petite figure seemed to call to Freydin in song. After a quick self-introduction outside the Western Isle, they began courting and shortly thereafter married.
Time was passing, and sadly Lilith was but a mortal and time stands still for no man, or woman… except for the King. As time went on, it seemed to hasten more and more for the sagging Lilith. Especially, when she looked upon her beloved Freydin, her heart broke. She saw him untouched by times dragging fingers, as it pulled her further from him and closer to her grave. After many, long, happy years, Freydin had to face the fact that his heart of hearts will continue to grow old and would one day, soon, die. The very thought of seeing his beloved age beyond recall, with death being her only true release, sent stabbing pains through his heart and chills quivering down his majestic spine. It was a fear he couldn’t bare to face. The great King decided there was only one thing that could be done.
Standing before his home, in those same grassy fields that he had conversed with the Holy Creator all those countless years before, the Holy King fell to his knees to plead. He begged, crying to the Holy Creator to make his only love immortal as he. After hours of wailing and praying, the Holy Creator agreed to the contemptful request of the Kings aching heart, at a dearly cost, one they both were willing to accept at the time. The Holy Creator took them away to a place unnamed and unseen, a place of pure innocence. The Creator had finally found his protector for the holiest of holy secrets. Forever, it would be safe in the hands of the queen. For its defense, a holy weapon. Esenther, the Holy Blade of Truth, was bestowed upon Lilith as her gift, and a small token of her curse, for payment of her husbands mortalish demands.
Then, they slept…none knows for certain how long. For the rest of the world, perhaps, not a second had passed. The couple remained slumbering, until the sun rose piercing its warming touch into the green eyes of King Freydin and his immortal Queen. They found themselves in Freydins bed, in his royal chamber. He rolled over on to his side and whispered to her, “Our lives can truly be as one! Together, we can share eternity!” With the slightest of grins she whispered back, “Truly, the Holy Creator holds you within his heart,” as a tear rolled down her rejuvenated, soft, tanned cheek.
“Together forever”, he reassured himself as his mind filled with the Holy Creators ill warning. A warning that he had partly withheld from his Queen. She was not meant to be this way, and so, with love he must pay and with a child shall Lilith. A price he dare not mention to his queen, and a price he thought he could bare. Soon after their holy immortal union, she bore twins. The eldest they named Pestis, and the younger, Castis. In the womb Castis was meant to come first but Pestis, so competitive even before birth, inched passed Castis trying to steal his birthright. Castis, instantly loving his brother, let him do so and with a great deal of pain to his mother, Pestis was born first. Pestis spent his first night wailing at the midwives and wet nurses. Seconds later, Castis came into the world without so much as a whimper.
Pestis loved his mother dearly, and was a bit protective. He constantly tried to win her approval and attention with foolhardy stunts, and just plain temper tantrums, whichever worked at the time. Freydin was another story. Pestis dreamed of the day he would rule in his fathers place. For he was, after all, the oldest. It was his birthright, it was a dream that would come to a screeching halt not long into his far into his emotional life.
It was one crisp morning during Pestis’ teens, while on a hunt with his father. Though, to the young Pestis the trip his way of saying, “I’ve gotten off my high horse, son.” Regardless, it was that fateful trip when Pestis discovered the reality of his dad’s immortality. It happened all in an instant, a “poorly aimed” arrow strayed from its mark striking the High King through the throat. Pestis sprinted towards his father at full bore, but locked up only feet away at the sight of his fathers collapsed and failing body.
Freydin fell instantly to his knees, clutching onto the bloody arrow that was sticking straight through his bruised and torn jugular with his gargantuan hands. As he did, his red blood spurted and poured into a gathering red and brown mass on the forest floor covering the earth, drenching himself in his own life giving fluid. Freydin bent clear to the ground, so much, that he pushed his forehead into the bloody dirt. With one lunging scream, he snapped the shaft in half and yanked it clear out the backside of his neck.
The King passed out as the result. Before Pestis’ eyes, his dying father’s skin, muscle, bone, and jugular all miraculously fell back into place closing only seconds after the arrow was tossed to the ground. There are nights to this day that Pestis wakes cold and sweaty dreaming of his fathers rasping breaths as he watched his father jerk that arrow from his mutilated neck. Some say that he shot his father on purpose, to test his immortality, to get his own throne, but Pestis has always testified that it was an accident…
King Freydin eyes shot open as he regained consciousness, and rose up, standing firm on his own two feet and walked towards his son. All that was left behind was a puddle of the immortals blood… and Petsis’ dreams that he would rule the Seven Realms as High King. A dream the he knew from that day forth would never be. It was something that needed a remedy, and as the whole history of Pestis’s merciless take over is told in the Holy book of Galeed – the Origin and Betrayal of the Seven Realms, I will not tell the tales entirety. Do know, that Pestis burned his fathers golden court to ruins, banished his brother Castis from his new royal court, far into the north across the Northern Ocean to the ice lands of the unknown. He appointed the dark Eldaar Grael as his Chief Council. Overwhelmed by his new power and deep love for his beautiful mother, Pestis took that love and perverted it to its extreme. But, not before finding a way to dispose of his undying father.
In the Eastern reaches of the realms, laid Black Peak. In the center of that mountain, where the shadows crawl and dragons dwell rests the immortal king. In a hidden chamber, entombed in a solid black stone twice as large as he, the holy King is trapped. It reflects like black glass and is as smooth. Upon the moment Freydin was imprisoned, a holy prophecy etched itself into it’s black rocky side:
During the 20th summer drenched in blood
His armies will flood, drowning the land.
In the mists of war the holy savior will be born
Found will be the secret door to the secret room
Where the immortal king lay entombed…
Chapter 2… COMING SOONER THAN YOU THINK!! Also a map of the 7 Realms, to help you follow your favorite character across their world, fighting for their children’s lives, for freedom, and for the survival of their god.