Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Dec 12, 2012 15:17:23 GMT -5
HISTORY OF
A E O N
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The exact moment that Aeon came into existence is unknown to all, though stories from the local Aeonians claim that it came to be before the dawn of time. And who is to deny these claims? The Aeonian bloodline is impressive in its standings, holding most horses told in lore: the gods' mounts themselves. These amazing creatures can tell you all sorts of strange and elusive stories, even the tale of the Rift's Opening.
Aeon had been peaceful, quiet, and untouched by man. Immortal gods walked its grounds, sailed its oceans, and flew in its skies. Though, these makers of creatures and things grew tireless and bored in their life of perfection, their Aeonian Eden, almost too perfect. Their might and will had been tested in this realm, and it was far to tedious to keep everything at a steady, static tranquility. After much collaborating and speaking, the gods decided that they could do so much more: all they needed was a new slate. Enter a new realm, one they knew to exist but lacked all forms of communications to reach it. The idea of creating new things in a new world excited them beyond reason, and most took it upon themselves to harness the ethereal power of Aeon to help construct the opening of the Rift.
For they were merciless, and loved their creations, the gods sent their Aeonian mounts and all other living creature to the far corners of Aeon in safe keeping. Having lived and constructed the plane of existence themselves, the gods knew that the most power was held in the norther and southern most parts of the large island. Using all of their divine power possible, they tapped into these natural resources, performing ritualistic ceremonies and spells, until one day a purple, iridescent flicker of light sparked and twisted before their eyes. It died in a single second, and the gods had an overwhelming sense of failure. However, those overseeing the tap to the Advent Dropoff suddenly began sounding verbal alarm, and many other gods and makers had to rush to their aid. The tap had suddenly grown in power, and was leeching all ethereal life from the drop. Those that had stayed behind as to watch the tap to the summit were baffled as the spark they had once seen began to reappear before their eyes. Currents of energy clung to everything around them, making the hairs on the gods arms stand on end, some watching violet currents travel through their beards.
In an ear splitting, thunderous roar, the Rift opened, splitting the skies above. The taps to the summit and drop ceased, and the glowing spire of energy sustained its own life as the gods gathered round in wonder. One in particular bent down and picked up a small pebble from the ground, and tossed it into the glowing beam of energy. Instantly, the ethereal tendrils latched onto it as the peddle broke the barrier, and within seconds vanished. They had done it! But now what? They had made contact to somewhere, but they didn't know whether or not the other side was truly what they had foreseen, or, for that matter, if they would not be killed while passing through the Rift. Some of the braver, adventurous gods proposed that they themselves would travel through the Rift and see where it led. Hesitantly, the rest agreed, and they watched as their courageous entered the glowing spire, and were sapped into another dimension.
Those that remained allowed themselves a three day waiting period, as to give their fellows time in their travels and adventures. During so, many unseen creatures were coming through the void in the Rift. Some were recognizable, while others were ghastly and beastly. The gods fought them off themselves, but soon a food chain was developing within Aeon, the local wildlife having to alter to the new predators and prey being introduced to the ecosystem. It was fascinating, and the gods became more and more eager about what laid on the other side of the Aeonian Rift.
However, after the sun rose on the third day and the company had not returned, the rest of the gods grew worrisome. In a final council, several other gods volunteered to go after their comrades, and others felt it best to stay behind in the locations of the most ethereal energy (and now the weakest), so to keep the Rift and its powers safe. After some mild debate, the decision was made. Mounts left behind to live a free and noble life, the gods separated to their designated locations, whether appreciative or not. This, according to lore, happened several hundred thousand years ago, and the gods have not been seen since.
Despite the fact they were abandoned, many of the Aeonian mounts themselves found society and attempted to unify all of their equine brethren. They, however, were far more pig-headed and idealistic than their riders, and fought furiously with one another on the ways and laws of their new freedom. Eventually, the four clans were created. Gascti and Loxacin are the eldest of the two, having been the original separation of the mounts. Second came Selisona, for those unwilling to take part in the ancient feud but still wishing to gather together and use their powers in aid of others. Lastly, those belittled for their lack of abilities of usefulness formed the Thalmic, who also lived peacefully outside the battle stricken lives of the originating clans, and showed their hardy.
During this time of civil war and discovery, many other equine came through the rift. They told stories of their journeys, since few others were brave enough to travel the Rift to its unknown location. All spoke of different situations in which they were brought through, all in different locations around the world. There was one single factor, however... Most had claimed to be transformed. Survivors of the Rift were amazed with their new bodies, and spoke of stories where they were "Touched" by the ethereal energy coursing in the spire. Though an excruciatingly painful process, most landed safely in Aeon after finding their sea legs and settling their stomachs and heads. But the wonders they had become! Everything about their body felt right, as if this was truly the way they were supposed to be. They understood well the adaptations and changes, some even mastering them within the following days or hours. With this, the population grew, and so did the sizes and powers of the clans.
Since then, it has been an average life. Aeon has transformed into a realm much like our own, only blessed with the wonders our world lacks.