Long ago, before humanity saw the first light of day, before all creation, there were just light and dark. And in this void of nothingness was created from light and dark the Realm of Twilight. Twilight acted chains that bound the two powers of light and dark together. From the light was created the gods and goddesses of Twilight, while born from the shadows of these gods were the demons. And together in this Realm of Twilight, the two entities coexisted. For Twilight is but a mixture of darkness and light and the two forces were able to forge together peacefully. The focal point of this forge sprung forth a sword. This sword became infused with both light and shadow and together it held the realm of Twilight together. And there at the point were the scared sword was cast, became an alter. The gods and demons from the realm placed there magic protection upon the alter and its holy treasure. The sword itself became known as the Twilight Bane.
And so the light and darkness lived peacefully under the bond of the sword they had created. The gods showed respect to the demons and like wise the demons returned the gesture. And so the ages pasted, that is until one day…
A shadow crept its way into the Temple of Twilight’s Beginnings; the place where the sacred sword was kept. The demon slithered its way through the enchantments set up to guard the sword and ripped the blade from its holy alter.
The repercussions for this act were felt throughout the realm. The shadows now clashed with there brothers of light. The gods and demons crossed blood with on another, and there blood soon tainted the purity of the sacred realm. The sound of chaos was spread all throughout the land. And the focal point of all this chaos centered at the once holy alter in the Temple of Twilight’s Beginnings.
Now before the story can continue, I must share with you some facts about the shadow creature that brought about this turmoil. The demon called himself Sin, and above all else he craved power: the power to control, the power to destroy, and the power to corrupt. This shadow, who called himself Shienl, was born from the shadow of a young goddess named Pokkuri. Pokkuri was the daughter of the King of Twilight, for he was the first being to be born of light and shadows union, and keeper of fire. Pokkuri was a great musician as well, and her voice was treasured amongst the land.
Shadow and blood rained across the now desolate reminisce of the realm. The light and dark had fought against on another for over three decades, before the shadowed figure, Shienl sat upon the throne that once symbolized the proud union of Twilight, it had now become his thrown. Now he ruled all of twilight and enslaved all its inhabitants under the will of the Twilight Bane. No one was left to oppose him and he laughed on high at the infinite power he had gained and sat proud as the ruler of Twilight for seven years.
Darkness had encased the land in its merciless shroud. Laughter was no longer heard and the light no longer visible. When all seemed lost a faint glimmer of hope shined forth from afar and swept through the land, repelling the shadows and keeping them at bay. Pokkuri, The Goddess of Fire, and Princess of Light burnt through the wretched shadows surrounding The Temple of Twilight and march to the throne room where Shienl ruled from. There she challenged Shienl’s power, and he gleefully accepted. Raising his sword on high he readied for the attack. He no longer felt fear for as long as he wielded the Twilight Bane, he wielded all of the power in the realm, which pride would lead to his downfall.
Pokkuri wielded something of equal sharpness to Shienl’s tainted blade, hope. Shienl struck down at Pokkuri, yet something prevented his attack from landing. A powerful light shined from Pokkuri as she reached up to Twilight’s Bane and placed her hand upon its blade. Blood ran from her hands to the hilt of the sword, as the blood washed away the bonds that held the sword together. The sword broke apart in to two pieces. Retracting from the blade Pokkuri now held the Sword of Light, as Shienl held the Sword of Shadow. As the final hour struck so did the lethal blows… Shienl lay dead upon the alter as his vile blood ran over its edges. Pokkuri fell to the floor as she retracted the Sword of Shadow from her pierced heart. As she fell to the floor the two swords clang together in unison against one another, this would be the sound that signaled the end of Twilight.
The marriage of the two blades was not as they were before. Instead of joining back together in unity they repelled on another. For now that the bond between them was broken they could never again join together, from this moment forth the powers of light and the powers of dark repelled on another. The final clash between the two blades tore open a fissure in the Realm of Twilight. And from this tare came forth a new age.
On the other side of this portal emerged the shadows of the Twilight Realm; free to take whichever form they wished. These shadows ravaged the lands and destroyed the towns the people lived in. The evil tried to take the land, as they had in the Twilight Realm, but not all that was evil was born from that portal. Pokkuri and Shienl’s blood had leaked through the portal and mixed together, from this mixture of good and evil arose man.
This new race of man repelled the evil from the lands and its residents. These men became known as Twilight’s Fallen.
The Fallen looked at this new land, which was called Earth, and made a pact to forever protect it from the Darkness of Twilight, that had followed them through the fissure. A name was given to the portal they had come from; they called it the Eternal Gate and was the only link between Earth and Twilight. At the dawning of the new age the ancient race of men and direct dissidence of Twilight appeared before the Gate. The men, using the ancient magic from Twilight, pulled the two blades through the portal and sealed the doorway to Twilight forever. As for the two blades, they were named after their last wielders, Pokkuri and Shienl. These swords were taken far away from the gate, for they acted as the keys to the door as well. The men, using the last amount of magic, became the Seven Guardians of the Gate.
And so the blades have been past through those who still carry the scared bloodline…
And so the light and darkness lived peacefully under the bond of the sword they had created. The gods showed respect to the demons and like wise the demons returned the gesture. And so the ages pasted, that is until one day…
A shadow crept its way into the Temple of Twilight’s Beginnings; the place where the sacred sword was kept. The demon slithered its way through the enchantments set up to guard the sword and ripped the blade from its holy alter.
The repercussions for this act were felt throughout the realm. The shadows now clashed with there brothers of light. The gods and demons crossed blood with on another, and there blood soon tainted the purity of the sacred realm. The sound of chaos was spread all throughout the land. And the focal point of all this chaos centered at the once holy alter in the Temple of Twilight’s Beginnings.
Now before the story can continue, I must share with you some facts about the shadow creature that brought about this turmoil. The demon called himself Sin, and above all else he craved power: the power to control, the power to destroy, and the power to corrupt. This shadow, who called himself Shienl, was born from the shadow of a young goddess named Pokkuri. Pokkuri was the daughter of the King of Twilight, for he was the first being to be born of light and shadows union, and keeper of fire. Pokkuri was a great musician as well, and her voice was treasured amongst the land.
Shadow and blood rained across the now desolate reminisce of the realm. The light and dark had fought against on another for over three decades, before the shadowed figure, Shienl sat upon the throne that once symbolized the proud union of Twilight, it had now become his thrown. Now he ruled all of twilight and enslaved all its inhabitants under the will of the Twilight Bane. No one was left to oppose him and he laughed on high at the infinite power he had gained and sat proud as the ruler of Twilight for seven years.
Darkness had encased the land in its merciless shroud. Laughter was no longer heard and the light no longer visible. When all seemed lost a faint glimmer of hope shined forth from afar and swept through the land, repelling the shadows and keeping them at bay. Pokkuri, The Goddess of Fire, and Princess of Light burnt through the wretched shadows surrounding The Temple of Twilight and march to the throne room where Shienl ruled from. There she challenged Shienl’s power, and he gleefully accepted. Raising his sword on high he readied for the attack. He no longer felt fear for as long as he wielded the Twilight Bane, he wielded all of the power in the realm, which pride would lead to his downfall.
Pokkuri wielded something of equal sharpness to Shienl’s tainted blade, hope. Shienl struck down at Pokkuri, yet something prevented his attack from landing. A powerful light shined from Pokkuri as she reached up to Twilight’s Bane and placed her hand upon its blade. Blood ran from her hands to the hilt of the sword, as the blood washed away the bonds that held the sword together. The sword broke apart in to two pieces. Retracting from the blade Pokkuri now held the Sword of Light, as Shienl held the Sword of Shadow. As the final hour struck so did the lethal blows… Shienl lay dead upon the alter as his vile blood ran over its edges. Pokkuri fell to the floor as she retracted the Sword of Shadow from her pierced heart. As she fell to the floor the two swords clang together in unison against one another, this would be the sound that signaled the end of Twilight.
The marriage of the two blades was not as they were before. Instead of joining back together in unity they repelled on another. For now that the bond between them was broken they could never again join together, from this moment forth the powers of light and the powers of dark repelled on another. The final clash between the two blades tore open a fissure in the Realm of Twilight. And from this tare came forth a new age.
On the other side of this portal emerged the shadows of the Twilight Realm; free to take whichever form they wished. These shadows ravaged the lands and destroyed the towns the people lived in. The evil tried to take the land, as they had in the Twilight Realm, but not all that was evil was born from that portal. Pokkuri and Shienl’s blood had leaked through the portal and mixed together, from this mixture of good and evil arose man.
This new race of man repelled the evil from the lands and its residents. These men became known as Twilight’s Fallen.
The Fallen looked at this new land, which was called Earth, and made a pact to forever protect it from the Darkness of Twilight, that had followed them through the fissure. A name was given to the portal they had come from; they called it the Eternal Gate and was the only link between Earth and Twilight. At the dawning of the new age the ancient race of men and direct dissidence of Twilight appeared before the Gate. The men, using the ancient magic from Twilight, pulled the two blades through the portal and sealed the doorway to Twilight forever. As for the two blades, they were named after their last wielders, Pokkuri and Shienl. These swords were taken far away from the gate, for they acted as the keys to the door as well. The men, using the last amount of magic, became the Seven Guardians of the Gate.
And so the blades have been past through those who still carry the scared bloodline…
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