Mythological Truth

Yet another story under construction. Starting to see a patteren here?

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A long time ago, centuries before the Dawn of Man and the birth of their Savior, the world of modern day myth reigned supreme. It was a world in which faeries danced amongst the flowers and trees; where trolls dwelled beneath bridges, frightening travelers and demanding tolls for the use of their roads; and where pots of gold sat at the end of rainbows for those who would dare to look for them. And where elves saw the birth of it all.

Decades, centuries, and millenniums past by this fantasy world in what seemed like a blink of an eye. The resident creatures were none the wiser of the passage of time. Why would they have noticed? Many of them were immortal, and the few that were of mortal parentage were so happy and content that they paid no heed to Father Time. Death meant nothing to them, for they knew that once you died you would have the choice between being reborn on earth and staying within the halls of the Gods. With this choice laid before them, they couldn’t possibly see what was so frightening about dieing.

But as the years wore on, a darkened shadow stretched across the lands, threatening to destroy all that was in existence. At first, the people and creatures of the earth paid it no mind, but when the shadow darkened, turning from dreary grey to a threatening black, they knew true fear for the first time. And it was then that the legend of the Blue Moon was born.

It is said that only one who was born under the Blue Moon’s grace would have the power to rival the Darkness. And so the world turned for many, many years under the reign of Night, waiting for its Moon to be born. At last one was born under the Grace of the Blue Moon and she rose to her glory, quieting the Darkness and bringing light back into the skies. But she had not defeated the Enemy. She had merely silenced its Black Shadow for a time. And so the Darkness slumbered, awaiting its turn to once again rise to power and take revenge on the descendents of the first Blue Moon.

The years faded and the Reign of Man dawned. Elves, faeries, trolls, and all that once was slipped into the background of man’s thought, until all that was left was myths and legends of their former world. And in this, Man made it’s greatest mistake. For those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it…