~Prologue, part one~

 

Billions of years ago, when Eden was a barren rock, there were three deities, but completely unique; neither god nor goddess.

One was Kela; the deity of water.

One was Parnza; thew deity of fire.

One was Sholva, deity of fire and lava.

 

The three deities transformed the planet from a rock into a place full of activity and life. However, after millions of years, as more life evolved by itself and the deities were not needed, they started to fade away. With what was left of their power they trapped themelves in three statues on the edge of a volcano about to erupt. Asleep, they lay there as the lava flew from its nest and rushed down the mountain in a burning fury. A volcano weaker than no other, the waves of lava reached the sea and hardened, more than trebling the size of the already massive island. As for the statues, no one knows, and that was the deities purpose. Whether they fell into the volcano, were buried under lava when it froze or sank to the bottom of the ocean, anything powerful enough to find them once more would definetly be a terrible thing that would bring death and hatred to all of Eden, and that was their design, to lie dormant and unnoticed until needed once more.

Nice story, Undead!

There are several mistakes, but I won't fix them. I'll let you do that.

I'm waiting for the first chapter!

P.S. Your comment on my latest chapter isn't on. Would you mind adding one?

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Hey Undead.  Nic story great depth to it.  And explains to us some things that we never knew.

 

My sequal to Curse Of THe Ancients will be out tonight :)  So make sure you look at it!

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Well, it definately looks like an interesting read, and it reads well. Personally, I'm in favour of making chapters at least 1-2 pages longs, but as this is only a prologue, I'll forgive you.

It looks interesting enough, so if I remember to visit the LH forums occasionally, I'll definately be checking on this story occasionally.

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Well, it definately looks like an interesting read, and it reads well. Personally, I'm in favour of making chapters at least 1-2 pages longs, but as this is only a prologue, I'll forgive you.

It looks interesting enough, so if I remember to visit the LH forums occasionally, I'll definately be checking on this story occasionally.

Don't worry Solar, the chapters will be much longer . I'm not guaranteeing anything for the next progloue-thingy though .

When using hidden text, don't put a smiley behind it, or it's really suspicious.

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That was kind of the whole point... .

Stupid Solar! And why am I typing this in white instead of writing it and then changing the colour? Nobody knows, or how many typoes I've made ...

~Prologue, part 2~

Billions and billions of miles from Eden, in another realm, a faint voice and music started to grow. Nothing more than a whisper but enough to wake a slumbering god, or perhaps bring life to a new one.
And that is what happened; in response to the voice, a god was born. Born in a realm cloaked with a white blanket with nothing other than dark spheres, the god slowly started to materialse; a hand. Conciousness flooding into it, it didn't struggle as it automatically drifted into one of the spheres, sending ripples across its surface. As it emerged on the other side, it was greeted by a black world with shining points of light, not dissimilar from the realm it had been created in, but reversed. These shning lights, however, were much smaller than the black orbs. Moving much faster now than it had been, accelerating constantly, it once was again drawn forwards by an undefiable force, towards one of the glowing points. Increasing in speed each second, it flew past other lights with fantastic force. As it passed them, it realised that the lights were not small but instead far away; when it neared one the star was massive beyond belief. As he was forced on his journey, the god started to fill with knowledge. Knowledge of the universe, knowledge of himself. A god. Born out of the desperation of a single person, though whether or not this desperation was shared by other people he didn't know. Summoned to save this person, to lead a tribe and conquer. Whether he would be a blessing or a curse to this these people, however, would be up to him. The music, its tempo dramatically increased and much louder, beat inside him as he tried to focus upon the voice, becoming clearer by the second. He started to slow and noticed in the distance another large orb, with much smaller ones around it, motionless. At least, it appeared so. His knowledge that appeared from nowhere told him otherwise, that they were moving but not quickly enough to notice. Slowing at the same rate he had accelerated, the god rushed towards one of these smaller spheres. Blue, with bits of green. Eden, he already somehow knew.

Now at a trickle compared to the ferocious speed he had been travelling, the god loomed closer and closer, somehow being drawn towards a certain island. With large mountains, a small forest and a tiny settlement that was barely noticable, he wasn't holding out much hope for establishing a permanent settlement there. The voice now was much clearer and the music, though slower, was louder than ever. Someone was pleading; pleading for a god to save them from the threat of the volcano. Reaching the land, he saw that the largest mountain had a tower of smoke emerging from its summit. With an almighty crash, he flew into the water, causing waves to sweep across the sea, some rushing to the island.
The god floated and watched as the waves hit the shore, moving up the beach until reversing but causing no damage. He drifted to land and, transforming from a hand into a human form, set foot upon the sand. The settlement wasn't far from the sea; only twenty feet or so. He walked towards it, taking in the surroundings. From down there, the volcano seemed massive and threatening. The forest looked much larger, and there were dozens of woodcutters marching in and out.

 

"You there, who leads this settlement?" He said to one of the woodcutters who was about to enter.
"Our leader is Gor, he lives in the temple." The woodcutter said, slightly frightened. Nodding the god walked towards the temple, a beam of yellow light eminating from the top of it. Gor, it sounded Norse. The buildings all were of Norse design as well. And so, the god decide that he would give himself a Norse name. Not just any, but Gor. He wanted people to know he was in charge without having to beat into them a new name of their leader.

He reached the temple, and the doors swung open as he approached. Striding in, attracting the stares of the people, he marched forwards, reaching another door. That too opened by the force of his divinity, revealing a fairly small room, decorated with gold. Even the desk was made of the rare metal. In a wooden chair facing this desk a man with a short beard sat, looking at some scrolls.
"Are you Gor?" The god asked, already knowing it was so.
"Yes, I am." He growled in a low voice. "And who are you?"
"I am a god. Not only that, but god of this settlement. You can go now." The god Gor said.
"I'm not leaving. Even if you were a god I wouldn't." He laughed.
"Very well." Gor said, using godly powers to lift him from his chair, without touching him, and thrust him towards the wall. It broke, and Gor yelled in pain as he flew to the ground. Knowing he has survived, the god picked up a small gloden statue and used its material to repair the wall.
"Sir, I've come with reports of the..." Someone said, entering, then realising someone very different was stood there. "Who are you?" the man asked. Armour over his green clothes and a long beard, he had every factor if a Norse warrior,
"Your new god. Call me Gor, to save yourself and the rest of this pitiful land confusion. So, what reports are there?"
"Well, reports of the Aztec attack."
Gor groaned. When he was born, he had been given knowledge of Eden, and its tribes. The strong ones, at least. And the Aztecs were top of the list.
"Where is the Aztec settlement then?"
"It's behind the volcano, on the other side of the island. And it's not really a settlement, more a city."
"Right. Tomorrow I shall defeat them and save you from this volcano. In the meantime, however, I must find myself a creature. I trust you can hold them off until then?"
"Of course! We have strong armies, and the Aztecs only attack once every few day. We forced them away at noon, they won't attack for anothe few days yet."

Still looking . Although the soldier didn't really bother asking what happened to the real Gor and just took it for granted that he had a new leader.

I hope your story won't be made from just prologues? And make sure to re-read before posting. For instance, I'm quite certain you meant a "golden statue" instead of a "gloden statue."

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? What do you mean? What's wrong with gloden statues?

Nothing really. It's just an non-existant word!

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Chapter 1

Gor gazed out of the window, towards the villa that held the unconcious leader. It had been a few hours, and the human Gor still hadn't awoken. Though a god, Gor was amazed at how quickly the Norse had accepted him as their new leader. Having the ability to give them a slow and painful death for not accepting him, however, was probably among the main reasons. And with near constant attacks, it would be no surprise to him if tribe leaders were killed frequently and a new leader was put in.

"Servant, I am heading now to Creature Island. Inform the armies that if they come under attack I shall not be here to help them."
Nodding and with a slightly unsettled expression, the servant darted out the building to find the armies and the commanders. Gor looked out to sea, using his divinity to see creature island far in the distance, a length no mortal possibly could. It was intention to stay in human form as he travelled, and travel in a human way; he wanted to prove he was indeed the most powerful god. Not yet, perhaps, but the potential was there. Proving that he didn't have to rely on godly powers would definetly unsettle the Aztecs.

"Is my ship ready?" He asked one of the sailors. In response, the sailor nodded silently.
"Very ." Gor said. The ship he was sailing in was the God's Wrath. It was old, very old. Centuries earlier, it had been used by the most powerful of all gods. This god, however, disappeared and the ship, along with several other things, were sold. It had only survived the years through care and maintenance, and even then it was only kept together through the blessing and charms on it. If it weren't for those, it would have already crumbled to dust.
"Well then, I shall be back in about a day, maybe a little more. If the Aztecs attack, keep them out at all costs." He told the sailor, trusting him to pass on the message, though it didn't really need to be.

"Are you going on your own?" The sailor asked.
"Of course. If I alone can't sail a ship, no mortals will be able to either. And besides, God's Wrath is no ordinary ship. It can sail itself, it's basically alive."

And with that Gor boarded the ship, burnt the rope that tethered it to the dock and set sail. For the first hour Gor stood in the crow's nest, watching the island and lethal volcano shrink and creature island grow. The sea wasn't very deep. In clear areas, Gor could see the bottom, about twenty feet under.
Creature Island was the island where creatures were homed, ready to be selected by a god and given a new life as a pet, worker or soldier. It was rumoured some creatures even went off on their own, making their own settlements. However, no one knew if this was true, and most gods didn't believe it either. Nothing more than a fairy tale, they usually said. Gor was of this belief too; only telepathic creatures could communicate with humans, and there were very few of them. If they couldn't communicate, how could the creature make laws? With a lot of difficulty, Gor decided. Creature Island was on the horison now, visible without divine strengths. But what creature to choose? The turtle was for defence, but Gor wanted to be on the attacking side, not the defending side. His aim was to take over the enemy before they even had a chanc e to attack. The wolf, lion and tiger were for that. But even then, they were very basic creatures. What he wanted was the ability to make his own, to take something and give it immortality. Alas, this strength was beyond him. What he could do, however, was take a creature and change it. Change it into something stronger, somethingdifferent, something unique. And he knew exactly what.

As the God's Wrath arrived at Creature Island, Gor levitated and hovered to the shore. In the distance were a group of creatures, all basic ones that would bring shame to a god of immense strength. He walked towards them and, noticing his arrival, stood in a line, all wanting it to be their turn to live their new lives. Gor examined them, weighing up the pros and cons of each one. The turtle had a cracked shell, making its only advnatge useless. Lots of others had major disadvantages as well, and Gor couldn't help but wonder what had caused these. In scrolls he had seen noble creatures of infinite might, wolves with bulging muscles, turtles with fists of iron and giant snakes with three deadly heads, to name a few. But the creatures he saw before him were nothing like the creatures of Old Eden. The strongest appeared to be the wolf and so, albeit slightly relucantly, took the wolf to the God's Wrath. The wolf's attitude was as it had been when Gor arrived; an uncaring expression dominated its face, and Gor for not one moment thought it shared the excitement of an arriving god that the other creatures had.

When Gor returned to the Norseland, he set about securing his rule. The wolf, whom he had decided to name Greonig, was working hard, helping the disciples in their roles. After deciding upon a name for the wolf, Gor met up with the leading officer of the armies.
"Well, the Aztecs have not yet attacked. We've got scouts positioned on the volcano and in the woods, camouflaged. The Aztecs don't seem to be hurring to attack, or even escape the volcano." The soldier said.
"Right, . That may well be their undoing. That volcano can only hold out 12 hours or so, but that's all the time we'll need."
"What do you mean?"
"If we can direct the lava flow to head straight for their city, making absolutely sure that it at least surrounds them, then this place shall be safe and they shal be destroyed. Be it through burning, having no food since their fields have burnt or no access to water, we shall destroy them, and easily."

Read it a while back, but couldn't be arsed to log in to respond. Kind of shameful that nobody has posted yet. This place really is abandoned.

Anyhow, I liked the chapter. Not much else for me to say!

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Thanks Solar .

 

Well, the next one should be while, I don't exactly know when.

Chapter 2

 

"How is the work going?" Gor shouted. He, along with Greonig and a dozen workers, was standing atop the volcano, feeling the blistering heat from its core.

"Not so . It'll be nightfall by the time we've finished digging." A worker replied. Gor had ordered the Norse and Greonig to dig a "river" for the lava to flow down when the volcano erupted. It would divert the wave of death and agony towards the Aztecs, but not unless it was finished in time. As it was, the Norseland was safe but the result would be a molten fury heading harmlessly into the sea. The Aztecs would be cut off for a few days, maybe even a week, but no more.

"That volcano will go as soon as the sun reaches the horizon. Saying that it will be done by nightfall is saying you will fail, and that is not enough. We are still weak compared to the Aztecs, even with my strength, so we must destroy them now. Unless you want to spend months building, and then even longer worshipping, a wonder, I recommend you take advantage of this volcano. It is our most powerful asset, and if we don't sieze the oppertunity to use it now we may never even have the chance to build an epic miracle, since the Aztecs will have killed us. Now, hurry up with your Norse duties if you want to live. If you wish to die, stand before me now and I shall grant you your wish."

The outcome was exactly as Gor had expected. The Norse were digging quicker, staring at the Aztec city.

Marching back to the village, Gor felt the heat of the ground cloaking him. No mortal could feel it, but his divinity gave him a warning that they were running short of time. Looking into the pinkish sky he saw that the sun wasn't far from the horizon at all, they only had about an hour to complete the trench in. Moving the sun back would have no effect, only that the people would have no idea hiow long it would be until they had failed or suceeded. Gor was determined it would be the latter.

Again, a wave of heat encomapassed him, much stronger this time. He flew back up the mountain to the summit, where the men had made a small amount of prgoress.

"This still isn't enough. Look down there." He motioned to the Aztecs. "How can we possibly defeat them? We can't, not unless we can equal their strength or better it. Since we have near to no people, we have no hope of constructing a massive amy and taking their town. With such limited resources, I doubt many of them will be queueing up to join us either. So our only chance is to better our power over theirs, and the only way we can do that is by using something they don't, an epic miracle. But we don't have one either, and by the time we do they will have had time to build and use one of their own. So we must settle for this. Again, it is a choice of life or death, Anyone wishing to choose the second, come here now."

Gor's motivational speach had, once again, inspired - though they might say forced - them to work much harder, and as Gor watched as the trenches took shape he smiled. The men put down their shovels and looked at their work. Even Greonig appeared satisfied, and it was clear that, though a painful experience, the outcome was very much worth it. As they walked down the mountain, the ground shook viloently. Loud blasts echoed through the mountains and forests, and Gor saw the sun, nudging the sea.

"It is time."

Excellent story so far, but there is always room for improvement.

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Thanks.

 

I'm working on the next chapter now, if I'm quick it might get in this post. (EDIT: And I did!)

 

Chapter 3

 

With a mighty rage molten rock flew from the volcano, burning everything in its path. The Norse stood in their settlement approaching the mountain, watching the fruits of their labour. They had been digging for hours, and it was no easy task. However, the rewards would be emense. Freedom from the Aztecs, the chance to become the dominant race, a few hours of hard work was a very small price.

But something was wrong. For no reason, with no possible explanation at all, the lava went into the trenches they dug, as epected, but it was as if some kind of invisible barrier was in it, stopping it going any further. The lava overflowed and, the screams of the people soon after following, started to sliver remarkably quickly towards the Norese.

Gor grabbed the man standing beside him, who had been part of the team of diggers.

"What did you do wrong?" He bellowed into his face, not a couple of inches from his own.

"No-no-nothing, this is impossible!" He stuttered, terrified.

"It's clearly not!" Gor bellowed, throwing the worker to the ground. His hand glowed blue, and a bolt of lightning hit the man.

 

It was over so quickly he didn't even scream.

 

"Creature, use water miracles. We may yet be able to salavage the situation! If we can divert the lava flow by cooling and hardening some of it, we can make a path leading to the Aztecs."

The wolf obediantly nodded, and starting throwing miracles at the lava with all his strength.

"My people!" Gor shouted, levitating above the city. The people stopped screaming and settled for a slight whimper instead.

"We can still destroy the Aztecs. If this fails though, the lava will come here. Head for my temple, I shall keep that from burning with every ounce of strength that runs through my vains. I shall not allow myself to die for the sake of pititful mortals who can't dig properly!" He announced, getting more frsutrated with the situation as e went on. Screaming once more, the Norse ran to the temple.

Gor looked over his sholder, and saw that progress had been made on the lava. His creature had succesfully managed to divert the laval flow away from the Norse, but not towards the Aztecs quite yet.

" work, carry on. I shall - " Gor never finished his sentence. Half way trough it, the ground shook violently, knowing Greonig off his feet.

Gor swung around and stared towards the Aztec settlement. Blue energy was funelling from the ground, and slowly rising was aa god's worst nightmare. A hand. A hand that had hit his enemy's land, and that meant certain death for a god of such a weak tribe as the Norse.

"Greonig, we have to escape. Get the God's Wrath, we're leaving, now!" He whispered, terrified.

Sensing the urgency, Greonig leapt down the mountain towards the boat. Gor eyed the Aztecs nervously. A temple had already been constructed, and he decided that it must have already been done in case a god ever came. And they were wise to.

Floating above the Aztec metropolis, there was a god in human form, blessing the people. A god, clearly. But merciful? Even gods would happily destroy their enemies, why should this one be an exception?

 

Gor saw that Greonig and a few sailors had prepared the God's Wrath.

"." He muttered. "I need to get away from this place.".

Behind him, he heard laughter, and the god floated above him. A long blue cape, a sword completely silver besides a blue jewel in its handle and a golden markings on his right hand, whoever this god was seemed incredibly powerful. Even from his appearance he looked like the type of god who would not be easily messed with.

"Gor, it didn't have to be this way. We could have been allies, if only you had decided to live with the Aztecs in harmony. You've threatened my people, now you must suffer for it." Came his first sentence.

 

"But... but they attacked me first!" Gor tried to reason with him.

The god shrugged. "From what I heard, you didn't try to make peace. And, as I can quite clearly see, you even tried to destroy my dear Aztecs with the volcano." He looked down to the sea, where the God's Wrath was floating. "Trying to escape are we? I think not!" He laughed, pointed his sword at the sea and suddenly a massive whirlpool appeared. The God's Wrath was sucked towards it and, without warning, it accelerated away from it, past the horizon in seconds.

"Too powerful to be detroyed by such miracles..." The god thought aloud. "Clearly, this is not of your design. No matter."

 

"How can you possibly be so powerful?" Gor gasped. He didn't have magical swords or powers equivalent to that of this god when he was born.

"I don't know." He confessed. "I hit Eden in one of the trenches your people must have dug, and as I hit I collided with some kind of statue. But it makes no difference. Run back to your little vilage, weakling, as you are soon to be destroyed!"

Very nice. A couple of spelling errors but everyone makes mistakes. It was cool how you fit one of the statues in so well to the story. I'm looking very forward to reading your next chapter.

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~Chapter 4~

 

Gor rushed back to the Norseland, leaving his enemy god laughing behind him. He needed to defend himself. If he himself built it, he might be able to build a wall quick enough, and he had enough mana to create a shield for a while.

 

"Creature, help me build these defences!" Gor roared, as he started to pour ore onto a section of land which magically started to become a wall. Greonig did as he was told, and reasonably soon the wall was half built.

 

"Foolish Norse, your walls can't protect you!" The Aztec god laughed at the top of his voice. Ignoring it, though starting to panic, Gor decided to rally the troops.

"My people, you must arm yourselves! This wall is weak, it won't last long, but I can keep them from destroying it or throwing miracles at us using a shield. It won't last long though. You must find your swords, wear your armour, the Aztecs are coming!" He bellowed in command.

 

"The Aztecs have attacked hundreds of times! We can force them back again, there's no need to worry so much!" One of the villagers said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Don't you realise, fool? They have a god!" Gor shouted.

"But so do we! You've been around longer, and you have Greonig, you must be much stronger!"

"No, I am not. I don't know how, but he's infinitely strong in comparison to my miniscule strength. I am too weak because I have contrl of such a weak peopel! Our only hope lies in holding off the first attack. If we can do that, we have bought ourselves time, and they will have to reconsider their strategy."

"But..." The villager tried to say but, annoyed by him, Gor clicked his fingers burnt him, and within moments all that remained was a small pile of ash, a few glowing specks inside it.

 

"Does anybody else not realise what is at stake?" Gor asked, and no one responded. ". Now, Greonig has nearly finished the wall. I shall help, and I need archers. Do you have bows and arrows?" Gor said. A few people nodded and murmered in response. "Right. Return here when you have armour and your weaponry." Gor said.

He turned to the wall and walked over to it, picking up some ore on the way. The wall was going well, but it was too quickly built. It would keep the Aztecs away for a short while longer when the shield was gone, but if the archers hadn't finished them off by then then there was little hope of them ever doing it.

A few minutes later, the wall standing tall with a gatehouse, the archers arrived. wearing Norse armour and with their bows.

"Finally. Now, we may stand a chance. Take out the catapults, then - and only then - can you worry about getting soldiers. Greonig and I shall be helping, but it's entirely possible that there will be too many for us to keep them away.

The gates opened divinely, and the god and Greonig walked through them as they closed behind them.

"Like I said, wolf, aim for the catapults. When they shield stops, they will be the main threat." Gor repeated.

 

For a while, nothing happened. The clouds were rolling across the sky, thick and grey. The sea was battering against the shore, dragging sand into the murky depths.

It wasn't long, however, before they were greeted by a wave of soldiers running towards them and, soon after, the roars of war cries. The Aztecs were coming, and there was little they could do.

"Now, attack!" Gor shouted. Him and Greonig threw miracles at the enemies, and the archers loaded their bows, waiting for them to get nearer.

"We're doing well, here." Gor muttered, slightly pleased. The Aztecs were falling like rocks in a landslide, and they were still our of range of the archers.

"Change of plan: if any soldiers get near but the catapults aren't within range, just take out the soldiers instead until you can get the people working the catapults." Gor shouted a command.

Soon after he said this the archers were doing as commanded. The Aztecs who had made it past the onslaught of miracles, some wounded, others not, were greeted by a rain of deathly arrows. Listening to the screams of pain, Gor received a wave of inspiration. Grabbing every last ounce of mana in his body, he prepared one massive miracle, that would destroy the entire army. He looked at his hands: they were glowing red, ready to defeat his opponents. He could feel the heat, the energy, the destruction. A cruel smile crossed his lips, he looked up, poited at the Aztecs, and cast the fatal miracle.

Very descriptive chapter. I feel as though I am there. Also I can't wait to see what kind of miracle he's about to use(especially because it's red).

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~Chapter 5~

 

As he thrust his hands forwards, a red ring of rage exploded outwards. The Norse, though startled by its appearance, were completely unharmed. Within moments it had vanished into teh distance, the Aztecs screaming in agony as it touched them. Beyond the ring the faces of Aztecs were cloaked with terror. In front of it, on the Aztecs it had already touched, their faces had taken the same fate of the rest of their body: they were nothing but a slow rising smoke.

Laughing, relieved yet exhausted from the miracle, Gor shouted to his troops and Grenoig.

"My Norse friends, we have forced the enemy away! No more shall we suffer the wrath of the Aztecs. No more need we be weak. Now is the time of revolution. Now is the time of change, the time we change! Today marks the birth of our mighty empire!"

The Norse started a joyful cheer, but it was cut short. Facing away from the battle scene, towards the city, Gor could only watch as their faces dropped. No more marking happiness, but now wonder. And not the kind he wished to be faced with.

Slowly turning on his heel, dreading whatever sight lay behind him, Gor grasped to the dying flame of hope that they were joking, and tehre was no serious threat. He wished he could believe that, but dozens of Norse soldiers and a creature couldn't all come up with the same twisted joke at once. Terrified, Gor suddenly faced the scene of the battle. Nothing was there, besides the black ashes on the ground and a cloud of smoke, now high in the sky.

Furious, he turned around once more to the grinning faces of archers and Greonig. Somehow, someway, they had all been trying to scare him for the fun of it. And as Greonig stood tall, he realised that this wolf was not the weakling he first thought. Capable of telepathy, it would appear. As this thought struck him, he remembered that he had intended to make Greonig much stronger.

"Wolf, follow me. We must train you further." Gor orwedered, leading Greonig out further away from the city to an area with lots of rocks.

 

As they arrived, Greonig instinctively picked up a rock.

", you have the right idea. Now, weightlift with it, you need to become stronger. Physically, and then we shall focus on your divinity. You have the gift of telepathy, a very rare blessing, we must find someone who can help extend your skills. Wasting this power is turning down our oppertunity to become rulers of Eden as easily as we'd like."

Gor ordered Greonig, and faced back towards the city. And as he did this, his heart froze, the blood in his veins became solid and his eyes glazed over. What he saw was horrific, a worst nightmare and his certain death.

A very chapter indeed. Can't wait for the next.

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That one was quite short, so I'll probably have the next up by tomorrow.

~Chapter 6~

 

"Wolf, we must hurry. Follow me!" Gor shouted, running to the Norse land. It couldn't have taken any more than a minute, but it felt like hours to the two of them. Making his way back to the city, he could only watch as a black cloud descended upon the land. Whatever had happened, the cloud that the soldiers became had returned, finishing their unfinished battle.

 

"So, Norse god, you have returned. Do not see me as a cowad, it was not my intention to attack whilst you were away." A voice came from the cloud, and it was soon obvious that it was the Aztec god.

"This disaster would have happened whether you were far away or on full alert. A nice trick you did there, but no more. You may have destroyed my warriors, but their energy still remains in this cloud. If you had thought to absorb it, perhaps you could have survived. Maybe, with time, you could have grown as strong as to equal me. But alas, you are now doomed to the void. But, as I told you, I am not an god. Perhaps there are parts of me that are, but mostly I have a heart of compassion. I shall take mercy upon this settlement."

 

"What do you mean? I don't want your pity! I can destroy you right now if I wanted!" Gor yelled, but the only response was more laughter.

"No, I don't mean I shall treat you mercifully. I have opened a portal to my city, and your oh so loyal people have already gone through. Now all that is left is your creature. I shall not enslave him and force him through, but he has a choice. If he wishes to die with his master, then so he may. If he wishes a life of luxury and the road to bliss and strength, alongside my own wolf, a female named Salvent, then he is free to do so. You though, shall die. If you had sought to end this conflict, if you weren't so cowardly you would use the force of nature instead of your own, then you would have the oppertunity to be my ally, my friend. We could even have shared rule of this land Maybe you wouldn't want any of this, but you would live. But I'm afraid the option is no longer open to you." He sighed. He rose from the cloud, which had started to glow blue, and looked towards the temple.

Greonig was staring in wonder. Gor could only stare at him, wondering if he would choose to be noble or choose to be wise. A noble creature would stand alongside his master, but a wise one would escape. Greonig looked at him solemnly, and Gor nodded, knowing what he meant. At a slow, mournful pace, he walked through the portal, and that was the last Gor saw of him.

"Your creature has decided to live. I saw you just then, you said he should. Perhaps you're not as bad as you appear." The Aztec god seemed to think for a moment.

"No matter. It is besides the point. That one hint of kindness is nothing in comparison to your sins."

 

The Aztec god circled in mid air and waved his sword towards Gor's temple. The cloud spiralled towards it, entering the blade within seconds, which had gained the mighty blue glow.

"It is time." The Aztec god said, and a bolt of energy struck the temple with unbelievable force. The temple shot more energy at the Norse buildings, dispersing the damage. Villas, taverns, docks, everything exploded, everything was destroyed. Even the temple set aflame, parts falling off.

"It shouldn't have come to this, Gor." he muttered.

Gor felt himself fading, everything goign dark until only the glow of the flames remained. As they diminshed, he fell to the ground, a fury of noise inside his ears. With a tug on his heart, he was pulled into the void as he felt the temple die.

The Norse were defeated.

chapter! Is that the end of the story or is it going to continue with the aztec god?

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