User blog:ManinBlack007JK/Worlds Apart 2

​Ah geez, you know the drill...I'm tired...it's 5:14, forgive me 

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This myth was not as widespread as the "Foutain of Youth" rumour, or as controversial as the "Magic Nymphes" that were said to have inhabited a lake of melted gold, but it had the distinguishable honor of being the only legend that existed...well, at some point. It was from a long time past, in an age where ravenous beasts roamed the barely conquered land, and kingdoms were forged out of the excruciating labor of poor workers and the ambitious goals set by wealthy royalty. In this era, many different clans and cliques claimed certain areas of lands as theirs, proclaiming that they alone were the sole inheritor of the world, born with the blood of Gods. Whenever bold statements arise, there will always be bolder actions taken, however, and these brave, materially blinded souls fought hard and long for their chance to prove themselves. A great number of these foolish braggers failed, but a verty select few, smarter and tougher than your average men and women, would grow to rule 4 kingdoms that built the framework for heroes to stand, villains to fall, and for the unheard of to step into the spotlight.

The four kingdoms had peace for a few glorious decades or so, as they saw the bountiful domains they had created and choose to not lose it over petty arguemnts. It was a sort of prosperous age where curious minds blossomed into geniuses, and everywhere you'd look, a discovery was being made. Wether it was combat measures, arts and humanities, science, both conventional and mad, there was a new invention, a better design, an interesting concept, and all of it served as the savory mental food the brain so desperately craves. No matter what you made you tick, there was always somebody to help your dreams become reality, no matter where you came from; a social change that the "New World Era" was best known for. People put aside their differences and worked together to put the world in a better spot than it was when they came in. It wasn't just people, too, as the rise of technology and the discovery of magic led to many new artifical lifeforms being created, because of one simple reason; they could. Eventually, the four original monarchs signed an agreement, out of goodwill and charity, and came together to form one grand country, one that all others would look up to for guidance. This beautiful land, getting it's name from a mix of words in ancient languages, would be known as Laesyin.

But, as generations died out and replaced each other in the endless circle of life, resentment brewed. The mixed royal family would be in an internal dogfight for power, and Laesyin would crumble apart, the pieces fighting to be united again under one ruler. As this war raged on, the people were losing hope. All of what was will be lost, and siblings would tear each other apart over status and poesessions. There was no more heroes, and only memories to clasp onto, as the future held nothing for the children of tomorrow. The nation was falling apart, and everyone silently waited for a movement to bring back what once was. That call was answered soon enough, and this ragged, miniscule force would sacrifice everything to bring the Laesyin back together again. To undo the bonds that kept the mighty phoneix from roaring back to life. They were one person and all, and they would only be known by one name. Cutting Crew.

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