“Do you think that he’s still going to come? It’s almost midnight!” Lam paced anxiously around his sister’s bedroom and said. Pacing next to him in a comical fashion was Silver who just seemed to like causing mischief. Lam’s eyebrows raised in annoyance upon noticing the monkey walking by his side, trying to imitate his gait.
“Come back here Silver,” Lily ordered the stubborn monkey return to her side when she saw that Silver was getting on her brother’s last nerve.
“Maybe he’s forgotten?” Lam asked. Although Lily didn’t necessarily say anything, she was inclined to agree. After all, it was a bit too late. They were all staying at Ancestor Pier’s house, and the old man never slept early. He didn’t really need sleep actually. He only did it for pleasure, not rest. So they didn’t think that Mane whose understanding of Edict was so high wouldn’t know that a Phenom didn&rs
Just like how the three Great Races had their own capitals, humans also had their capital. The difference between the two was that humans were so divided that they even fought amongst themselves and didn’t try to band together, mainly because they didn’t know about the Three Great Races. However, the most capable city was undoubtedly their capital. And over the past few years, this capital had been moving, mobilizing men and women and pulling warriors into their ranks. They swallowed cities and towns that Elementals had infiltrated long before they came along, and tried to pool the humans together. It hadn’t reached the level they hoped it would reach by now, but their plans were progressing nicely. This was a city hidden to the ignorant and feared by those who craved power for themselves. This was…The Citadel!The Citadel was a large city. It was much larger than Amalgamation and Intersection combined and multiplied by a factor of ten! One co
Turbulence and chaos were the hallmark of change. Before change could be effected, there must be rebellion. People were naturally resistant to change, whether good or bad. Everyone was entitled to a difference of opinion. However, it was usually the opinion of the masses that counted. For they made up the bulk of the world. But this wasn’t always so. For the powerful could ignore the words of the masses. They could disregard the thoughts and feelings of the entire world even if it meant they were in the wrong. That was the benefit of power. That was the truth of strength. Strength was disregarding. It cared for nothing and no one but the one who possessed it. And it had every right to. For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength.The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Bea
Why were the gods so fearful of the 7th Supreme? Why did they fear the boy so much that his parents had to send him away? Why did they leave him stranded on the lonely planet of Zandor? Why did gods of such prestige and power like Ray and Alexis have to resort to such a means? And why did the Olympians and Asgardians – pantheons of great power and authority – have no choice but to stand aside, bidding their time and building up an army for the boy? Why? Why? Why? Why did they have to humble themselves so? To the point where even some of them were against keeping the boy alive for they feared for their lives as well. What could possibly cause one to conceive the thought of killing one of their family?FearFear was the driving force for many of the decisions people made. Just like determination was a powerful driving force, fear was also a powerful driving factor. And fear was the reason why the gods sought the head of the Supreme. There were too
As Odin moved through the serene space of the galaxy he had discovered – well, Mimir had discovered – his eyes took pleasure at the grand sight he was beholding. Several lights shone from so far away that they looked like several grains of sand. These were Primordial Stars; stars which had just been birthed and remained untainted by the Beings of the Universe. Their energy was so pure that Odin could feel himself being refreshed every second and every minute.“I could get used to this,” Odin could understand why Mimir had chosen to hide here. Because there was no life yet born in this galaxy, it was easy to pick out the only one there was. It was like a beacon of light in a dark corner of the world; easy to see and simple to detect. And from that aura Odin felt a pressure that was nonexistent before. The God of Wisdom’s aura was much stronger than it was before. Clearly he had benefitted a lot from this place. After all, he had monopolized the re
The Norse Gods told of a story; a story of the end of times. They told of a time when their lineage will end; their blood dispersed to the furthest ends of the Universe – the Ragnarok. For millennia they had been trapped under its curse, fated to die by the hands of beings of destruction and be reborn only moments after. It was because of this dastardly curse that they who had been born long before the times of the Origin Divine Artefacts hadn’t mastered the power to go against them. For their constant birth and rebirth left them weak and unimpressive. Yet that curse had been broken by the one called Odin, granting him the title of Allfather. They grew stronger and finally had the power worthy of beings who had been born in the early years of the formative Universe.Ragnarok was known only to the Norse. The other Pantheons had their own trials, and they called them by other names. But they had not faced their trials yet, and they did mock the Asgardians for their fa
Eternals loved to hide. They were like moles that hid in the soil below. And it was difficult to find them without help from one of their own. Eternals had many Legends, yet only a few remained now. One of these few was the one known as the Cold Emperor; the Eternal called Winks. Winks was a man who had lived many years. He had seen several eras come and go, and he had served under many Supremes. Over the many years he had remained alive, watching his friends and family die and his life gradually lose its meaning, he had changed in a lot of ways. He had grown from a playful child, to an optimistic teen and then to an adult who had experienced the harsh realities of the world and had grown disenchanted with it. Yet there was one thing that had never changed. There was one thing that remained the same no matter what happened to Winks.His loyaltyHe may be the reigning Emperor of the Eternals, but he hadn’t forgotten his vow to the Supremes. No matter what he became, h
The first face that Morgana saw was James’s. His eyes were full of worry and his countenance grim. In his hands was a blood soaked towel and on the bed next to him was a small bowl of hot water which was now reddened with the blood from the towel. Next to James was Grandpa Winks. The Cold Emperor’s eyes were grim as he beheld the broken state of his granddaughter–in–law. His helpless expression quickly brightened up when he saw Morgana’s eyes flutter open.“Are you okay?” James asked hastily once he noticed that Morgana was finally awake. It took a while for Morgana’s senses to return to her, and once it did she understood where exactly the blood was coming from. For her nose and ears were bleeding profusely, as though they had been pierced through by many small needles. And James had made it his sacred duty to keep cleaning her up.Slowly the memories of what she had seen came rushing back to her, and tears fell fr
The Cold Emperor left the others behind and walked into the light. Surrounded by runic images and the smell of Edict, he could see and sense an awful lot. Before him the ethereal image of a man with two ravens on his shoulders took shape. The man had only one exposed eye, for the other was covered by a golden eyepatch. Yet that one eye seemed to contain the wonders of the world and its secrets. He may have seen this man only a few times in his life, but Grandpa Winks knew exactly who he was. He was the famous vagabond God King. He was the one they called Allfather.“God King Odin, we meet again,” the Cold Emperor was servant to no one, only the Supreme. Although he did display his respect to the god before him by slightly bowing his head, that was all he did. He wasn’t going to bow in subservience for Odin wasn’t his Allfather. This level of respect was all Odin was going to get, not like the God King of Asgard was complaining.“Cold Emper