The beginning, many wonder how it came to be. What sparked the creation of time and space? Was it some cosmic miracle? A calculated experiment of some higher intelligence? The work of the gods? They were wrong. It was born in FIRE.
Before time, there was only one realm. Eä, a realm of light and dark, of war and death. The forces of darkness combated the forces of light for dominance, centuries filled with the blood of the fallen. It was a realm of men, elves, dwarves, eagles, goblins, wraiths, and orcs. Each being pawns to titans, the Valar, who sought their own ends, creating kingdoms, alliances, to forge and fight each other. There were many times when either side would appear to be the victor. After an age of strife, an age of fellowships, a war of rings. The forces of darkness pulled one last gamble. A final battle, between the light and darkness.
Prophecy had foretold of darkness's defeat, but the fallen Valar, Melkor, lord of darkness, refused to fall. Melkor pulled power from the very prison he was cast out to. In his last desperate act, Melkor revived his greatest creations, the dragons. However, this would prove to be the end of everything. Empowered by the energies of the void, these wild beasts became unstable and destroyed everything in their path. The greatest of the dragons, Ancalagon the Black slew his very creator along with the rest of the Valar. The black dragon’s wrath broke the barriers around the realm, letting the void bleed in. This cosmic collide of Eä and the void, the merging of so many eldritch energies, reality collapsed in on itself, the last sounds were the roars of the King of Dragons. Then there was silence, nothing at all.
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