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Tales of Norbul

Under the tree they woke, remembering none and recaling of what they are. What is the purpose of not remembering ones past? Who is the man with the spear? Where will the world go to under the path they will walk? Many creatures and people awaits. Watch the protagonist journey throughout the world and even other realms. He will meet powerfull people with different view on things, and not all are going to play nice. Some of them will require something in return of their favor.

SanderTomson · Fantasy
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76 Chs

A dream about the original powers and the gods

Do not worry child, for this is a vision you will one day see. As it is connected to you regardless of time and space.

For now it shall be but a dream you experience and forget. But when the moment is right you shall recall this dream.

You see, the world was once but an empty void. Nothingness with not a single mind observing it. But then one light lit up. A consciousness started observing its surroundings. A concentration of magic. The first original power. All that existed then was simply magical energy.

But then, with no time passing, as there wasn't a concept of time yet, turned another light. Time itself consecrated on the same spot and became one with the concentration of magic. The two lights, original power of magic and original power of time, became one original power. Both sharing one light, one consciousness. They called themselves simply concentration of time to those who will become, though the truth still told to them.

Then two lights appeared simultaneously. One creating material around itself, and one destroying the created material. The two were two sides of the same coin. Twins of sorts. The original power of creation and the original power of destruction.

As now there were three consciousnesses existing, all three started conversing with one another. They brought their will into the consciousness of the other two. There were no words back then.

And as the time passed conversing with one another, the fourth light appeared. A power all of them had but did not yet know appeared. The original power of the soul. The oneselfness of oneself. A weak power at the time, but a necessary one to all of them to exist.

Then time passed as they conversed with one another, until they made something together. The world that we know of. Nothing could exist without each of their powers.

But then they created things that could govern the world without them. To sit one the throne they created. The five gods.

God of time Aeon.

God of life Vita

God of death Mors

God of magic and voice Cantio

God of mind and soul Iter

And after the creation of these gods, the original powers decided to see the world they created together. First using their powers as they saw fit. Like a child playing on the pile of sand. A power that could change the landscape of its inhabitants.

With other godlike beings coming to the fray as the time went on. With or without all of the original powers's approval. As well as godlike beings disappearing.

Tragedy that would eventually test their bonds

But in due time the original power's presence was only remembered by stories told from generation to generation. And as the time passed, those stories became associated with feats of gods.

So now their presence is only just like other living beings. Nothing compared to a god.

Not anymore.