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Eons after the creation of the universe, and after the rise and development of innumerable species and cultures, the Great Spirit descends upon the very heart of creation, the cradle of life: Eoris. This planet bears the universe’s name and lays in the farthest reaches of the cosmos where reality turns to dream. Eoris is the birthplace of the first mortal creatures, the mecca of civilisation, and the sanctuary of the ‘Sil’, angels of creation and direct descendents of God.

A few years after her arrival, God unconsciously proclaims her wish to die, a call only her angels can sense. This event marks the beginning of a new war, one that confronts the mighty empires of the mortals that strictly oppose the destruction of the Great Spirit against the ‘Last Angels’, celestial creatures that descended from the heavens to fulfil the celestial mandate.

In this war, the nature of our devotion to God opposes our need to live.

What is more important... God or her creation?

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Story #6

The journey is long, but following the track marks of the crystal’s vehicle is easy.  No rain will wash these away in a decade. The crystal is just too heavy. It pushes down on the machine, a force beyond gravity, like a magnet, and the vessel advances slowly. The boy, now tired, muddy and afraid, dares not enter the embrace of light given by the men and the machine. He remains at a distance, watching. Seeing as the adults share food and drinks. He is afraid of being caught, but also of losing sight of his mission. Some hours ago he yelled to his father. He screamed and then ran back home, took a pound of jerky and embarked upon the trail. “Dad, the animal came to us.” He had said. “Do not be superstitious.” The man responded. “I am not. But…” “Son, the beast is not alive. None of them are.” They are remnants of our Sun. Look to your family, before you look to yourself. Is what you want more precious than what we need?” But the boy heeded no advice, and now walks behind a rumbling vessel of a time long past, its engine roaring to the skies with a technology too old and too loud. At least, he thinks, he will see the city for the first time and see the big Saeia Ships and buildings and roads. He looks into his pocket and takes a very small, broken crystal. The thing glows shy and dim within his hands. In his mind he sees bigger more luscious versions of the crystal powering entire streets. Flying vessels, impossible constructions all fed into life by crystals like the one he holds. He embraces these ideas and with renewed energy looks at the moving vessel and the Beast that became his ticket to the city. 


  1. When wil this story continue?
    It's quite interesting so far.

  2. I agree. A year has passed since this piece of the story was published and I've only just bought a copy of the game. I'm trying to absorb as much information as I can before the books arrive and a story set in the world could be a great aid.