pairjax
Is going on an adventure!
I have not played minecraft for quite a while now, however I keep in touch with the community.
Dear my incredible community of MC Middle Earth, I have a story to tell. Sit well, and be patient with my writing.
*Ahem, Ahem.*
Once upon a time, in a universe unimaginably hard to reach, but not so far away, there was a divide on a planet which had no name. This divide was between the two most powerful countries of this planet, the Myraids, and the Umerians. These two countries were actually far from balanced. You see, the Myraids were set back to the age of medieval times, and the latter was in a far future from our land, Middle Earth. Both were peaceful, and sat in their respective places with food to spare, and stories to tell.
Weep, for this could not last. At the time where we begin our story, a child was but the age of nine, the son of the king from the Myraid empire, who had deep, blue eyes with great detail. His eyes were ones that had piercing qualities to them. He had a matted, brown hair and was as tall as you would expect for his age. This child of a different manner to the rest of his world, and would often sit in the corner of the king's throne while his father spoke to dukes and barons. He sponged up all of their words, but did not speak much of his own volition. The boy was by the name of Razul.
This boy, as to be expected, would play a large role. On the other side of the earth, there was the child of the president of the other country. He had a silky black hair that he enjoyed to spike. His eyes were pure black, with light strikes of blue mysteriously engrained in them. He was talkative, but only to his parents. He would otherwise sit silently in school, as students who were not of the same group would pester him as if he was somehow different. He had no friends, no lovers. He did know what love was, he was just about to the age of seventeen, but he seemed to have a distaste for it. What a shame too, as the person he recently had found himself to like was a beautiful blond, who acted in the popular group, but secretly liked to draw odd weaponry, and was her entirely own person. The boy's name was David.
So, one day, the first boy, Razul, was in his castle when he heard his mother scream. Finding himself able to run much faster in some situation of danger, he rushed across his halls until he found her mother putting her two hands up to the level of her face. She exclaimed to her son, "My hands, my hands!" And fell to the floor, letting her hands be revealed to have peculiar circles engrained on them, mysteriously glowing in a white light. It had in the center a symbol that resembled the shape of a single tree, with it's roots revealed. This was no phenomenon that was singular to her, however.
The entire world was experiencing this. One by one, people were finding this to happen to them, their families, and their children. It was not limited to specific people, but rather everyone on the planet. This was magic, and after many a millennia it had returned to an age of technology. There were no dragons, no magical beings on this planet yet, but this still meant enough to change the game of the world.
The king of Myraid saw this as a sign, and called his many friends and high powers over. He told them all that they were to come at once. The king took a moment to clear his throat, then uttered in a quite deep voice, "My friends, gather all of our people. As you know, a new magic has occurred. We do not know what it could be, but if we can find out what it does before the great Umerians, we can harness it's power to no longer be forced with trade. We can take what is rightfully ours, and spread an era of peace over our entire world."
The lord stepped up from his chair and said, "I know that it can help us. I can feel it in my bones." And with that, he raised his hand, which had the symbol of the two-headed falcon, and sent a straight apparition of the falcon into the air above them, a luminescent blue.
"I have no doubt in my mind, my friends."
If you enjoyed, you need not say anything. Simply know that you have found your little secret world. I might decide to continue writing, since I already know the lore of this tale. However, I might not, so cherish this beginning.
Great thanks for reading from the Thaumaturge.
* I might or might not respond to messages, as well. Do not get your hopes up, my friends. *
Dear my incredible community of MC Middle Earth, I have a story to tell. Sit well, and be patient with my writing.
*Ahem, Ahem.*
Once upon a time, in a universe unimaginably hard to reach, but not so far away, there was a divide on a planet which had no name. This divide was between the two most powerful countries of this planet, the Myraids, and the Umerians. These two countries were actually far from balanced. You see, the Myraids were set back to the age of medieval times, and the latter was in a far future from our land, Middle Earth. Both were peaceful, and sat in their respective places with food to spare, and stories to tell.
Weep, for this could not last. At the time where we begin our story, a child was but the age of nine, the son of the king from the Myraid empire, who had deep, blue eyes with great detail. His eyes were ones that had piercing qualities to them. He had a matted, brown hair and was as tall as you would expect for his age. This child of a different manner to the rest of his world, and would often sit in the corner of the king's throne while his father spoke to dukes and barons. He sponged up all of their words, but did not speak much of his own volition. The boy was by the name of Razul.
This boy, as to be expected, would play a large role. On the other side of the earth, there was the child of the president of the other country. He had a silky black hair that he enjoyed to spike. His eyes were pure black, with light strikes of blue mysteriously engrained in them. He was talkative, but only to his parents. He would otherwise sit silently in school, as students who were not of the same group would pester him as if he was somehow different. He had no friends, no lovers. He did know what love was, he was just about to the age of seventeen, but he seemed to have a distaste for it. What a shame too, as the person he recently had found himself to like was a beautiful blond, who acted in the popular group, but secretly liked to draw odd weaponry, and was her entirely own person. The boy's name was David.
So, one day, the first boy, Razul, was in his castle when he heard his mother scream. Finding himself able to run much faster in some situation of danger, he rushed across his halls until he found her mother putting her two hands up to the level of her face. She exclaimed to her son, "My hands, my hands!" And fell to the floor, letting her hands be revealed to have peculiar circles engrained on them, mysteriously glowing in a white light. It had in the center a symbol that resembled the shape of a single tree, with it's roots revealed. This was no phenomenon that was singular to her, however.
The entire world was experiencing this. One by one, people were finding this to happen to them, their families, and their children. It was not limited to specific people, but rather everyone on the planet. This was magic, and after many a millennia it had returned to an age of technology. There were no dragons, no magical beings on this planet yet, but this still meant enough to change the game of the world.
The king of Myraid saw this as a sign, and called his many friends and high powers over. He told them all that they were to come at once. The king took a moment to clear his throat, then uttered in a quite deep voice, "My friends, gather all of our people. As you know, a new magic has occurred. We do not know what it could be, but if we can find out what it does before the great Umerians, we can harness it's power to no longer be forced with trade. We can take what is rightfully ours, and spread an era of peace over our entire world."
The lord stepped up from his chair and said, "I know that it can help us. I can feel it in my bones." And with that, he raised his hand, which had the symbol of the two-headed falcon, and sent a straight apparition of the falcon into the air above them, a luminescent blue.
"I have no doubt in my mind, my friends."
* End of part 1 *
If you enjoyed, you need not say anything. Simply know that you have found your little secret world. I might decide to continue writing, since I already know the lore of this tale. However, I might not, so cherish this beginning.
Great thanks for reading from the Thaumaturge.
* I might or might not respond to messages, as well. Do not get your hopes up, my friends. *
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