Descent of The Fallen Treant
Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more.
At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt.
It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances.
Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared…
The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness…
Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight.
The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene.
They all unified and came to an agreement.
They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might.
Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War.
For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words:
"You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle…
We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder…
There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it.
And so, we had no other choice but to get involved.
We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under…
The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one.
In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought…
Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive.
That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck."
The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation.
And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised.
The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return.
There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone!
All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch!
Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength.
While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War.
As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.
Storyteller_0 · Fantasy
