TALES:A COLLECTION

nt from their kin, some stronger than others. The age of forging had begun, as these entities took to every corner of the void, birthing life. After the great seeding, each kin saw f

o their respective domains, promising no crossing of worldly

ies who saw creation as merely a means of sustenance. The division of power changed much, time had also changed things as well. Mankind, the very last of all creation becoming a sour

sees the world beyond his, the potential for greater sustenance and the thought of having those souls excites him. "My brethren die, the end of our kin is nigh, great change comes....you see it don't

ears progressed. The end had come, just as the visions foretold and the gods were unprepared. One by one they

dark, greed-filled ey

o the void and only i will remain." Whiro's voice beacons once again, this time much loud as his laug

. Dark clouds loam over heavens city, Whiro

een since our last meeting? rasped W

o wish to anger your kin" sa

heir second eldest passage. Whiro pauses for a m

who clearly do not know their place? Look at you lot, you used to be feared, worship

the air as both sides rushed each other. The heavens demurred, as showers of blood rained down on Earth and somehow people knew, the gods were at war. The carnage went on for days, each sid

the fate of our kind.....i dare ask you in these dying hours, why did you not

tient, but like all living things.....we too are subject to

rother, confused. He

en.....tell me!" Whiro demands, shiftin

k space and seeing that life become something great

he dead and cries bitterly. He had won, but this victory is bitter sweet. Whiro looks down on his deceased brother's f

, the darkness eats away the remaining corpses, until all th