Prologue
This prologue is pretty prone to modification, sorry.
I kind of have a perfectionist quirk that won't leave me alone.
But I like the first part a lot, probably I'll just add further about the life after the Great Catastrophe and Heros, Angels, and all that stuff.
This story begins far back in time, more than ten thousand years.
Away into a place protected by the diversity in its soil and water.
Into ancient cultures of far more deep understanding of things than any other in the world.
They were admired by their numeric, tribunal, and government systems, they were followed for their astronomical, mathematical, and medical knowledge, but they looked down on their Gods. Why was that, again?
They had a reason for everything that happened on the world afterwards.
The story starts when the Gods told them the world was going to suffer the greatest catastrophe on Earth's history.
This will be because the humanity will have forgotten them, and gave themselves into fake images, eventually forgetting them as well and loosing their purpose in the world.
The elders didn't understand why the people will forget the Gods, or why would they venerate other figures instead; their civilization was doing all it was meant to be done to teach and maintain the knowledge of the Superior Ones.
Then the Gods told them their civilization was going to face its end.
And the elders understood.
So when the fair-skinned set a foot on their land, they knew their end was near.
And could do nothing about it.
Although they didn't want to leave that course, they had to obey their Gods.
They understood that humanity had to take the steps the Gods needed them to take, and if they had to die for them, they would.
After all, the Superior Ones had something in mind that will eventually cure the hearts of those surviving the catastrophe.
So they venerated these people as Gods, because the Superior Ones needed them for the path in history to clear and follow the meant course into inevitability.
The elders understood their image of the God when the beings came, and understood the future given by it. They studied the ways of the fair-skinned, and discovered things within their customs. They understood, because their knowledge was far beyond the knowledge on earth. They had the knowledge of the space and time, and knew the path needed for them to fight and fail for history to continue and the future to be saved.
There were ones who denied having to follow this, and fought for a brighter future, but their efforts were futile, because the ones to be saved were yet to exist, and will only if the meant course was taken.
And in the end, the civilization was eradicated.
A couple thousand of years passed, the civilizations fought and died in search of something they had lost long ago. Wars rose, as well as drought and famish. The earth as they knew was then the one dying, and they failed to see it until it was too late.
Even more problems rose, their hearts were too blind to understand why didn't anything was going the right way, and why things were collapsing in the edge of an end they failed to see.
They became even more blind in the process of trying to find a way out of this endless loop of pain and suffering. They fought between each other in search of dreams, and didn't understand that killing each other that way didn't get them anywhere near it.
People died because of many reasons, and no one seemed to care as long as they had what they needed.
They lost the purpose of their existence.
Then the catastrophe foresaw by the elders centuries ago, came.
The humanity almost faced extinction.
What happened then? Are you curious?
The survivors were the ones meant to survive, people that even though lived in a society that was rotten and cursed maintained a good and healthy heart, because the Superior Ones needed pure people for the knowledge they had to share.
For knowledge that is not shared is useless.
The ones who survived were only people who were searching what was lost by opening their hearts, not by aggravating others or confusing their dreams with material objects.
When the Gods talked to them, they understood.
They understood because their hearts were pure, they understood because the knowledge although it came for times long ago, explained everything that had happened.
The Gods talked to all of them, for them to gather and share, and taught them the ways of them.
Some survivors had trouble adjusting to this new atmosphere, but the Gods understood them and gave them time. The Gods that were venerated, hated, feared, and forgotten knew the man, they had been observing it from a long time.
Their knowledge was absolute.
They were understanding, tough showed no mercy. Because they knew the man will become conceited if they were to choose what they wanted, and the humanity will inevitably face extinction.
So they chose one person each, transferring their will and knowledge to them, accompanying them through their life, protecting them, teaching them, showing them the path as they had intended it to be on the first place.
They chose specific people with specific traits, people with superior understanding, for them not to loose tracks with the knowledge of the Gods.
At the beginning, five people were chosen.
Things were going to be done right this time.
Each of the five had different knowledge, and instead of uniting and working as one, they separated and formed groups. With these groups they shared knowledge and labor. This because the world was meant for diversity, and the ones that didn't want to follow one had the option of following another. People were given the right to choose, but only between controlled options.
With knowledge and protection, the groups surrounded with destruction began to flourish. They began to follow the paths of old and clever civilizations, and they found peace.
Peace that hadn't existed since far old times.
But there were people who were not happy with this new way of life. They had lost important people for them in the Great Catastrophe and continuously mourned their lost. Knowing this was all planed by the Gods made them think that their suffering was because of them. They left these groups, and saw ways to destroy these Gods and everything they meant.
But the Superior Ones had no mercy, and ordered their annihilation.
The people that could escape the chosen one's eyes fled to caves produced by the catastrophe, and hid.
That was all they could do.
I kind of have a perfectionist quirk that won't leave me alone.
But I like the first part a lot, probably I'll just add further about the life after the Great Catastrophe and Heros, Angels, and all that stuff.
This story begins far back in time, more than ten thousand years.
Away into a place protected by the diversity in its soil and water.
Into ancient cultures of far more deep understanding of things than any other in the world.
They were admired by their numeric, tribunal, and government systems, they were followed for their astronomical, mathematical, and medical knowledge, but they looked down on their Gods. Why was that, again?
They had a reason for everything that happened on the world afterwards.
The story starts when the Gods told them the world was going to suffer the greatest catastrophe on Earth's history.
This will be because the humanity will have forgotten them, and gave themselves into fake images, eventually forgetting them as well and loosing their purpose in the world.
The elders didn't understand why the people will forget the Gods, or why would they venerate other figures instead; their civilization was doing all it was meant to be done to teach and maintain the knowledge of the Superior Ones.
Then the Gods told them their civilization was going to face its end.
And the elders understood.
So when the fair-skinned set a foot on their land, they knew their end was near.
And could do nothing about it.
Although they didn't want to leave that course, they had to obey their Gods.
They understood that humanity had to take the steps the Gods needed them to take, and if they had to die for them, they would.
After all, the Superior Ones had something in mind that will eventually cure the hearts of those surviving the catastrophe.
So they venerated these people as Gods, because the Superior Ones needed them for the path in history to clear and follow the meant course into inevitability.
The elders understood their image of the God when the beings came, and understood the future given by it. They studied the ways of the fair-skinned, and discovered things within their customs. They understood, because their knowledge was far beyond the knowledge on earth. They had the knowledge of the space and time, and knew the path needed for them to fight and fail for history to continue and the future to be saved.
There were ones who denied having to follow this, and fought for a brighter future, but their efforts were futile, because the ones to be saved were yet to exist, and will only if the meant course was taken.
And in the end, the civilization was eradicated.
A couple thousand of years passed, the civilizations fought and died in search of something they had lost long ago. Wars rose, as well as drought and famish. The earth as they knew was then the one dying, and they failed to see it until it was too late.
Even more problems rose, their hearts were too blind to understand why didn't anything was going the right way, and why things were collapsing in the edge of an end they failed to see.
They became even more blind in the process of trying to find a way out of this endless loop of pain and suffering. They fought between each other in search of dreams, and didn't understand that killing each other that way didn't get them anywhere near it.
People died because of many reasons, and no one seemed to care as long as they had what they needed.
They lost the purpose of their existence.
Then the catastrophe foresaw by the elders centuries ago, came.
The humanity almost faced extinction.
What happened then? Are you curious?
The survivors were the ones meant to survive, people that even though lived in a society that was rotten and cursed maintained a good and healthy heart, because the Superior Ones needed pure people for the knowledge they had to share.
For knowledge that is not shared is useless.
The ones who survived were only people who were searching what was lost by opening their hearts, not by aggravating others or confusing their dreams with material objects.
When the Gods talked to them, they understood.
They understood because their hearts were pure, they understood because the knowledge although it came for times long ago, explained everything that had happened.
The Gods talked to all of them, for them to gather and share, and taught them the ways of them.
Some survivors had trouble adjusting to this new atmosphere, but the Gods understood them and gave them time. The Gods that were venerated, hated, feared, and forgotten knew the man, they had been observing it from a long time.
Their knowledge was absolute.
They were understanding, tough showed no mercy. Because they knew the man will become conceited if they were to choose what they wanted, and the humanity will inevitably face extinction.
So they chose one person each, transferring their will and knowledge to them, accompanying them through their life, protecting them, teaching them, showing them the path as they had intended it to be on the first place.
They chose specific people with specific traits, people with superior understanding, for them not to loose tracks with the knowledge of the Gods.
At the beginning, five people were chosen.
Things were going to be done right this time.
Each of the five had different knowledge, and instead of uniting and working as one, they separated and formed groups. With these groups they shared knowledge and labor. This because the world was meant for diversity, and the ones that didn't want to follow one had the option of following another. People were given the right to choose, but only between controlled options.
With knowledge and protection, the groups surrounded with destruction began to flourish. They began to follow the paths of old and clever civilizations, and they found peace.
Peace that hadn't existed since far old times.
But there were people who were not happy with this new way of life. They had lost important people for them in the Great Catastrophe and continuously mourned their lost. Knowing this was all planed by the Gods made them think that their suffering was because of them. They left these groups, and saw ways to destroy these Gods and everything they meant.
But the Superior Ones had no mercy, and ordered their annihilation.
The people that could escape the chosen one's eyes fled to caves produced by the catastrophe, and hid.
That was all they could do.