The Legend Of Xlorithen by Dean Archer

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SUMMARY: A story of how a world was created, told by the very gods themselves.

As a shadow steps forth from the side of the temple, you hear a sinewy voice ask "Can I help you?"

You peer into the dimly lit corner to see a robed figure standing there, as though waiting for something. Upon closer inspection you identify the robes to be that of a monk.

"Ahh yes! You wish to know the history of our fair land?" the voice continues.

"Well you know that no actual fact of our past exists, but a few myths and legends of it have been recorded. Let me tell you of them, and your own mind can decide which you believe to be true"

The figure takes a seat on the front pew motioning for you to sit.

"Hmmmm lets see, as you know it is currently 55 years "After Restarting", the time when our ancestors awoke that fateful day not remembering anything about the past or what had happened or how they had gotten there. All that remained was their skills, names, relationships, what they were meant to be doing and an idea of their age and when they would have been born. Thus giving them an idea that they have existed forever"

The man pauses looking off into the corner as though thinking deeply before continuing.

"A very strange affair I know, but true, till this day no creature or being has been found who could tell us of our time before that. Even all writings of the past seem to have vanished."

He shakes his head as he turns back to you.

"Now, as to what people believe or what they tell others. The biggest belief I have heard of is that there was a immense conflict between our dear lands in which a horrendous battle took place. This battle causing a profound magic to be unleashed, taking away the past from our minds, stripping it completely or perhaps even just hiding it away till one day be remembered again. This great magic, our creation? Or the gods intervening to stop the total destruction of the land? Who knows? A belief all the same and a strong one within the land."

"Though since then no vast wars have been waged for all fear it may happen again. Yes, there have been minor conflicts but none of magnitude from that fateful day. But as to the future... who can tell?"

"I stray from what you seek. Now as to another belief, one that few have heard of and even fewer care to give the time of day to. You see, 5 years after that day, a monk came to this temple claiming he had been visited by the gods themselves.
One night, whilst travelling of all things, he claimed they stepped from the forest trail. All four of them together asking if they may join him to tell of the creation of the land. Eager to learn all that he could, he dug a quill and parchment from his bag, the gods sitting themselves round the campfire warming whilst patiently waiting for him."

'Lord Benevol began the tale'

"Put quite simply dear monk you did not exist. Before that day there was nothing, even we were but in our pure form, mere energy."

'At that point Lady Calefaction took over'

"We had gotten bored of just existing, we wanted more, we wanted something else"

'Lord Locution then started'

"We decided to work together to create this, Xlorithen.