+ The Story + « Thread Started on Jul 20, 2007, 10:13pm »
Many many millennia ago, back when the universe was barren and empty of nothing but darkness, there were colors. Not colors as we know them today, like reds, blues and yellows, but colors all the same, colors that can be most easily classified as White (the presence of all colors at their maximum strength) and Black (the absence of all colors completely). Together, they spanned the universe in complete balance and unity, the Black canceling and conquering the White while the White conquered the Black equally, leaving complete and utter balance in their wake.
No one knows why or how it happened, but something shifted the balance one faithful moment after an eternity of equality. No longer was existence a swirling cloud of balanced gray. In a sudden flash of White, existence was taken by the presence of all colors, the Black blown away, banished to the farthest reaches of space in one massive explosion of life, liberty and freedom. The eternal fight had ended in an instant, but it would not stay that way for long.
Weakened now that it was forced to disperse to the entire span of the universe, the White was poorly prepared when the Black decided to take back what it wanted. In a similarly brief instant as when it ended, the fight began again, the Black chasing, isolating the White in uneven pockets all throughout the universe. These pockets, lacking in even measurements of all colors, were no longer the powerful White, but now reds, oranges, yellows, greens and blues, surrounded and trapped by the Blackness. But even without balance, the colors were strong, are still strong and continue to hold the Black at bay.
These pockets of White became the stars and suns, the pockets of uneven color the planets and the black... is well, everything else.
But the Black is not nearly so forgiving. It will have what it believes it deserves and does not plan to wait for the stalemate to rest. Stealing power from the White, it creates Dark bodies to do it's bidding: asteroids, meteors, and even it's own patches of absence to counter and devour the White's patches of color. And, since the Black is using at least some of the White's power to create these Dark Bodies, there's nothing the White can do about it...
Enter the little planet of Iairos in the far reaches of the Andromeda galaxy. The brightest, most prosperous planet in the midst of these dark times, it's always been a beacon to those who need its protection, her constant climate and warm winds and water calling to creatures from all over for safety. She is a safe heaven, the Great Guardian planet supposedly home to the heart of the White, prophetically represented as a cat with a forked tail with bright blue fire all around her, warding off the colorless Black and keeping her followers from harm. Canines were the first to find refuge on her crust, then felines and bears, whales, dolphins and fish. One by one, planets were devoured by the Black and its inhabitants fled to the warm beaches of Iairos, where she was able to keep them all safe from harm.
That is, until one of her sisters was devoured. Gaia, the Great Stag and life-giver and Iairos' closest sibling, gone in the blink of a dark cloud. Naturally, Iairos was quick to respond, taking in every single one of her sister's inhabitants with a caring paw, completely unaware of the Black that rode within them.
Humans. Though most were dominated by the White like everyone else, many were not. Dark, cold and callous, they were beacons of darkness, beacons the Black followed back to the brightest of all planets and the home of the heart of its enemy. And the war began...
For millennia, Iairos defended her children and followers, feeding off of their strength when alive and spirits when they died. What joy there was to find that the Black could not compete, effectively beaten back and chased off. But, not without a price. The Black was not one to give up and let live, oh know. It intended to gain back its rule over existence... but it had to be a little sneakier in its methods. Though the Black was chased off, it left a present in its wake: Erebus, the dark one, a dark body of equal size and power to Iairos. But where did it get this power from? Why, from Iairos herself of course. See, those dark creatures who'd led the darkness there in the first place were happy to serve Erebus in his black cause, stealing with them many of the creatures of Iairos. The moment these innocently pure creatures touched the surface of the dark one, they were conquered, devoured and reborn again, writhing, creaming, growling, howling. The Enora were born, born of fire and pain, of darkness and hate, and they were out to destroy Iairos.
Fortunately, the feline goddess was not push over. With all the strength she had left, and with some sacrificial help from her followers (who killed themselves to led her their spirit), she drove back the dark body from her skies, pushed him further and further away until she could push him no more. Further away, but not out of reach, for Erebus was not about to leave and resisted.
Once again, Black and White have reached a stalemate. The forked feline pushing and the dark dog pulling, forever entwined and forever fighting for control. Every now and then the tides turn a bit, Iairos manages to drift a ways away or Erebus a ways closer. Or, more beings believe in one or the other, and one's power weakens while the other's strengthens. It's an eternal tug of war on opposite sides of a portal as opposed to a simple rope. But, every game has a winner. So, who will it be this time? Will White find that power it had used to create all that we see before us? Or will it be Black that discovers the secret of existence and drench us all in its darkness?
And where do you fall into place stranger? Will you do something to save us all? or damn us? The stage is yours, follower. So which side will you choose?
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