I almost laughed at the thought of breathing fire, it would be dangerous and illegal for sure, but fun as hell. I became excited by the idea and decided that I would try to place the fire on my bare chest before I extinguish it. I was only in short and laying down so it should be easy. I took my hand and placed it above my chest as if to slap the fire into my heart. I lowered my hand until There was any air above or below the fire. It didn’t burn me, it was a comforting warmth on my chest. I slowly pulled my hand away and to my amusement the fire remained. I allowed it to grow until I could easily look up at it while my head relaxed on the bed.
I watch the flames dancing to an unknown tune and listened to the yelling and shouting from the window. The sun was slowly setting but it was hard to tell because of all the lights that burnt in the open windows. There was no break between dusk and dawn this time of year, for every people that lays in the hay one wakes up to continue the party. Between the drinking, games, and usually frowned upon sex, there was little time for any sleep, so the few hours of quiet the city does get you usually find yourself at the breakfast table with a crappy smile because the room is empty and the tables are dirty.
I don’t know when it happened but at some point through my criticism of celebrations I dozed off. I woke up to the bright light of a fire in my eyes. I had trouble believing that the fire stayed going after I dozed off and with no conscious thought had changed to a bluish tint while I slept. I drew my energy away from the fire until it dissipated into my chest. I had hoped to get to the guild signing early but it looked like mid day and they shut down shortly after.
Clothes seemed unimportant as I gathered my things and I almost walked into the hallway in my night shorts. Normally that would be fine, however this was not the day to let my Uncle Ulric know that I sleep without underclothes, a sin in some parts of the country. It just so happens that that part of the country is where my father and Uncle Ulric grew up.
There are seven magic guilds, I don’t really know much about them, as everyone here has basically tabooed magic, but I’ve been using it for a while now. Nothing impressive just little spells and incantations. I love magic and I want to make my life about using magic to become the best I can be and hopefully help people, but I keep thinking that all I will probably end up doing is learning a healing spell or two and opening up a healing house in some backwater town.
I don’t worry though because I know that along the way I am gonna have fun and make friends. I also know that the ale I stole from the vender three streets back is starting to kick in and I might be drunk, but that’s okay I can manage.
There was a line to get into the town hall so I waited in the room I had rented at my uncle’s tavern. The noise generated from the other residences keeps me from sleeping, yet I laid on the bed. The sun came in through the window giving light to all the emptiness left behind except the bed and wardrobe. I placed my hand into the open air. I stopped to examine my palm, the familiar lines with no trace of dirt or grime. I put my hand as far from my body as I could and made a fist. Out of my fist came a small shimmer of smoke. I opened my hand and watched as the flame danced about my palm. I laid there and played with my fire, passing it between my hands and allowing it to grow to different sizes. I allowed the flame to move around my fingers before settling back on my palm. There was very little heat coming from it but still the amount of light you would expect. I grew tired and went to extinguish my flame when a thought hit me, what if my palm is not the only place that I can control fire with. What if I could produce it from my feet, or my chest, or elbows, what if I breathe fire like a dragon?
I was bursting with excitement. The thrill of the day was buzzing about the forum of the main city of my region. The Farms are a peaceful and beautiful place to live. Sadly the only adventure you get is when you break the neighbors fence to let his cows run free over the pasture. The sea was to the west and every night the sun sank down low to kiss it before filling the sky with the most beautiful sunset in all of the five kingdoms.
The most populated place in the region was the main city of Rose Peak. It set on top a mountain from there the early settlers of The Farms survived the floods. Legend has it that back then the mountain was so cold that the farmers food would stay fresh for seven weeks. The farmers traded what little crops and belongings they had to keep their families fed. But the most spectacular thing to be seen for those seven weeks was The White Rose that grew at the highest point of the mountain. It is too cold for anything to grow this high up and way too cold for roses and yet legend has it that the old church was built to keep people from taking the rose. And since this was the first place that the region came together as a whole it became the main trading post and eventually the main city.
Even though this city has such lively and interesting founding, it is mostly just a trading center for crops and tools. On the whole mountain, that we generously call a city, there is only one book store and three food courts. On any given day you are just as likely to die of boredom as you are Green Grass Fever.
But today is different. Today the whole city is like an agitated bee hive. Every street is full of guys sweeting in their festive best and women looking charmed in theirs. The annual flooding festival was here. Years ago today the settlers of The Farms climbed the mountain to avoid the incoming flood.
The desperate struggle to survive stopped when The Farms became the main source of food for the kingdom and was exporting to two others just to be able to get by the weeks of flooding. Our beloved king, who died in a fire, wanted to build a wall to stop the flooding. Instead wizards from Qualis Rex placed an enchantment on the sea wall, so now the more crops that grow in The Farms the higher the sea wall will rise. Most of the farmers are too scared and sceptical of magic to go see the flood that should destroy their homes beat helplessly against the magic barrier, so they gather together in the main city to honor and celebrate their past. Mostly by getting drunk and having parties. The celebrities are to spend time together however the crowd sees fit, which means the men dress in the most expensive clothes they can find and the women dress in as little as possible. Luckily we are on a freezing mountain so everyone is still pretty well covered.
But none of this is why I am excited for today. Today I turn 18 which means I can finally sign up for a guild, and it just so happens that the guilds that operate from outside the local region, so the non-farm guilds, only stop by today. My parents of course want me to join a farm guild but I refuse to live my life in the boring green hills between the mountains and the sea. So I will sign up with the guild that will take me beyond the mountain to see the world.
Not just any guild, there are many. Masonry, business, mercenary, of course the farm guilds, transport agents, and even some underworld guilds like the assassin guild, the thieves guild, the con guild, but they don’t advertise and you have to find them in some back alley somewhere. But I am going to join a magic guild.
Fata’s vow had split many of the lower gods, known as Invidiae, to choose to aid her war on Heoth or to aid Heoth himself. Among the raging wars, Oum rose from his slumber and swallowed Heoth whole. Now, Heoth lies beneath the mountains, spending his time making new inventions to keep Fata from hearing Animae’s words.
Many new Invidiae had joined Fata in the Highest Citadel of Caelum. Vene, bore from Oum, farmed the unfriendly lands of his father so they may be fruitful for the creatures that walk on his back. Sela, bore too from Oum, made dense forests and marshes to preserve the untainted lands of her father. Aria bore two children. Octavian, a wild child who could never keep his mind in one place for long. He was often found trying to blow over trees or whispering to the travelers in the mountains. Andria walked from Caelum the day she was bore from her mother’s love of adventure and travels. Eis, bore one child a son of the rivers and ponds. Firth, was peaceful and loving to all that wished to wage into his waters.
Heoth climbed against the walls of his prison, never reaching the surface of Oum. Once, he was able to touch the bottom of the soil. The soil burnt and blistered, turning into the sands of the great deserts. Harene was formed there in the blistering sands. Harene was calm and reclusive, he rarely left the sands. Even to go to Caelum to speak with the other gods, his visits were short and infrequent. Heoth did not like this of Harene, yet did not shun him.
Heoth wished for a child born unto him that shared his passion for trouble and violence. Oum felt pity for his brother and carved a block of marble from the base of a mountain and gave it to Heoth as a gift. Heoth accepted the gift and burned his anger and rage into it until it melted into Enmes. Enmes burned as hot as his father’s rage. He burned and burned until he declared he would seek revenge for what the Invidiae did to his father. Shadus learned of what Enmes wished to do and did nothing as he feared a war between the Invidiae would tear him from his sister.
Enmes walked into Caelum, the Highest Citadel, and listened. He heard nothing as Caelum stood empty, they denied his father to walk the halls of Caelum and yet it stood empty. He felt nothing in his heart as he lowered his hand to the floor of the main hall and unleashed a heat that melted within him turning the floor to ashes. Every Invidiae felt a pain as Caelum cried for help.
The first to arrive was Andria. She stopped short of pure shock. She used her walking stick to bat Enmes away from his actions. Enmes responded by throwing her from the main hall with one swing. Firth arrived in such a hurry that the main entrance was flooded with river water. He knew not what to expect but was very experienced with his fishing hook and rope. He broke the odds by using his hook and rope as a weapon. The odds again turned when Harene arrived being armed with only his hands. Harene knew his father sent Enmes and did not wish to be disloyal, and so he fought alongside his brother as Caelum began to burn. Vene and Sela arrived together as they had left Oum’s side together. He had made it known to them what was happening and warned them to stay out of Heoth’s way for he would not stop. Neither Vene’s scythe or Sela’s staff came to be of any use during The Fall. Octavian came to see at last. His cestus helped to put Enmes and Harene to submission.
Enmes, ran from Caelum to his father. There in the burning pits they built an army. Oum stood aside as he had known the Four Founders promised that Caelum would be left to the Invidiae, for them to keep or destroy as they wish. Eis and Aria left the hold of Caelum to the Invidiae. They could not enter as promised but any of Heoth’s children that stepped into their realms would surely be punished. Shadus set by and watched as he had made no promise and did not care either way, Leoht was away and knew nothing of the events.
Fata was called to Heoth’s pit. They came to an understanding, if Fata helped Caelum to fall, Heoth would allow Animae to roam the earth. Free to create and free to see her beloved. Fata knew that Caelum meant much to all and cried, yet she took her executioner’s blade and went to combat against the other Invidiae
When Enmes returned every Invidiae fought. In the end, Enmes burned Caelum room by room. The Invidiae were forced to listen as their home burned and screamed in pain. After the main halls were ablaze the whole citadel fell from the sky. It crashed into Oum, and Caelum cried no more.
It’s been so long that none of them remembers who came first. Leoht claims to be the first born, although Shadus is her twin. Oum is said to be the first child of Leoht. Strong, enduring, resolute, Oum was humble to his mother, and soon to come siblings. It is said that Oum was the only child that spoke on a regular basis to his uncle, Shadus. Heoth was the next to come. Hot-headed, strong willed, vehement Heoth often found himself in arguments with his siblings. In the end only Oum sought a truce with Heoth. The twins Eis and Aria came last, one to fill the valleys and one to fill the mountains. For eternity they lived as siblings generally peaceful. Yet Shadus was never accepted among the Ancients.
After a millennium, Oum bore his first children. They were dull creatures with very little signs of alertness. These creatures walked with impunity of Oum’s back. Animae, goddess over life was borne to Heoth. She was a disappointment to Heoth. Calm of mind and welcoming of Oum’s new creatures. Due to his rage over her disappointment Heoth shunned Animae to speak only to her own born creatures. Shortly after Animae created her first creature from the skin of Oum, breath of Aria, concentrate of Eis, and flare from Heoth, Oum bore a daughter named Fata. Fata was born with a curse, all things she desired, she destroyed.
Fata took pity on Animae, for she knew the pain and suffering of a curse. Soon Fata fell in love with Animae and all her creations, yet Animae could not speak to Fata. In all the time that passed between them, Animae grew to love the one who was loyal and kind to the Silent Invidiae. Fata tried idea after idea to discover a way to understand what her love was thinking. Every word written in the sands where no more than scribble lines to Fata, after years of studying them Fata knew only that her love could not speak to her. Animae, lost to hopelessness of never telling her beloved of how much she loved her, cried.
All of her creations came to comfort her but nothing helped. Eventually Animae came to a solution. She spent one moon cycle in Reflection to bare a creation that could carry her words to her lover, as her shunning was placed on Animae herself but not her creatures. The creature she bore was loyal to Animae. It went from her straight to Fata. And from its lips Fata heard her beloved’s voice whisper, “Eternity will end, Knowledge will be forgotten, Desire will be ignored, and I will still remember to love you.” From Fata’s touch the creature died. Animae, learned of the creature’s death and tried to make another to speak to her beloved. Heoth learned of this and buried Animae deep within Oum, allowing her only to make creations with no voice. Fata cried at the loss of her beloved and swore an oath to one day lock Heoth in a cage of torment until he knew the pain she felt.