LadyRozes
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Once everyone had assembled into the room that Lily had been resting in, Tenora began her tale..
" I am sure you have all heard the tale of the Gods...No.. then perhaps I will give a a little glimpse of what has been going on.. You wonder why .. The Wise One chose to help you... perhaps.. this will help in the understanding of it all....
a Long time ago when the Gods lived in an existance and the mortal realm had not yet been created... the gods had little to amuse themselves... then to amuse themselves they created the mortal realm...
At first everything was at peace the gods enjoyed and amused themselves by watching over them... a few of the gods refused to be amused they wished to torture the realm and make them slaves to worship them... thus there was a war ..
Finally the gods that neither wished nor cared what happened to the realm reached an agreement... every millenia there would be a great "Race" seven "Keys" were scattered on the earth and the good gods and evil gods were allowed to choose seven mortals that would enter this race...
Each had to find all the components and find the portal to the sacred temple then complete the ritual that their respective gods wished.... whether it be a portal to open their realms into the mortal one or keeping The harmony for another millenia...
The winners of this race were granted immortalily and then they would ascend after a millenia for their duty was not done after the race... it was their duty to find the next seven and train them for the race... the seven chosen or ancients scattered over the world .... each went a seperate path... few became kings or priestesses ... or recluses it didnt matter....
The losers werent gifted with immortality... they were given the knowledge and they kept this knowledge to pass it down from generation to generation. It was up to the Gods to find the next seven for their side of the race.... "
Tenora stood up and started to pace.. "What does this all mean.. and what does this have to do with anything... well.. the young woman laying in the next room.. was attacked .. by Someone .. the Wise One had thought long dead... some how... this person .. managed to find a way to live.. or rather.. appear to live... ...
The King's heir is extremely important.. and must be put back onto the throne.. if he doesnt get put... then the Kingdom will plunge into Chaos.. and this is exactly what the Evil Gods want. They wish to take over the realm without .. winning the Great Race... and... they will succeed if Tildiir doesnt ascend to the throne.. this is way The Wise one came to help..."
She stared at everyone ... waiting to see what ..they would say.. or do... really... it was a matter.. of pride for Tenora .. to make sure these people understood the seriousness of this all..
" I am sure you have all heard the tale of the Gods...No.. then perhaps I will give a a little glimpse of what has been going on.. You wonder why .. The Wise One chose to help you... perhaps.. this will help in the understanding of it all....
a Long time ago when the Gods lived in an existance and the mortal realm had not yet been created... the gods had little to amuse themselves... then to amuse themselves they created the mortal realm...
At first everything was at peace the gods enjoyed and amused themselves by watching over them... a few of the gods refused to be amused they wished to torture the realm and make them slaves to worship them... thus there was a war ..
Finally the gods that neither wished nor cared what happened to the realm reached an agreement... every millenia there would be a great "Race" seven "Keys" were scattered on the earth and the good gods and evil gods were allowed to choose seven mortals that would enter this race...
Each had to find all the components and find the portal to the sacred temple then complete the ritual that their respective gods wished.... whether it be a portal to open their realms into the mortal one or keeping The harmony for another millenia...
The winners of this race were granted immortalily and then they would ascend after a millenia for their duty was not done after the race... it was their duty to find the next seven and train them for the race... the seven chosen or ancients scattered over the world .... each went a seperate path... few became kings or priestesses ... or recluses it didnt matter....
The losers werent gifted with immortality... they were given the knowledge and they kept this knowledge to pass it down from generation to generation. It was up to the Gods to find the next seven for their side of the race.... "
Tenora stood up and started to pace.. "What does this all mean.. and what does this have to do with anything... well.. the young woman laying in the next room.. was attacked .. by Someone .. the Wise One had thought long dead... some how... this person .. managed to find a way to live.. or rather.. appear to live... ...
The King's heir is extremely important.. and must be put back onto the throne.. if he doesnt get put... then the Kingdom will plunge into Chaos.. and this is exactly what the Evil Gods want. They wish to take over the realm without .. winning the Great Race... and... they will succeed if Tildiir doesnt ascend to the throne.. this is way The Wise one came to help..."
She stared at everyone ... waiting to see what ..they would say.. or do... really... it was a matter.. of pride for Tenora .. to make sure these people understood the seriousness of this all..