Return of the Magic

[Anna]

The Past of Faethor:

More than three-hundred years ago, in a land that wasn't so much different from the one that you now gaze upon, a tragic event known as the Nuclear occurred. In a great battle of the heavens, the Wolven gods of Faethor - Bane and San - rained fire upon the lands and destroyed much of once fertile land. It was here that a single prophecy arose from the mouth of a Wolven fëawen, only one message from Tári, an angel of San, "A Fingon can save our land. One of the Súrion eyes will see your land free" . But the fëawen had misunderstood the message as "The prophecy from San himself has said a fingon can kill our land... they will have the Súrion eyes that can see..." Years ago, the wolves of Faethor did what they could to stop the mistaken prophecy - but after a decade of failure, the prophesied Tour and his companion Kyo rose from the depths of the Shadows and with the Rebellion of Faethor - they and their pack known as Gravity unleashed the Goddess Nimu from her prison and transformed the world of Faethor forever.

In a great battle of the gods, Nimu, with the help of the Fingon Tour and the Cognition Kyo, stood before the Elder male gods of Faethor and called for a legion of dead wolves from the depths of hell in which they had perished. In a matter of moments, the Nuclear began once again and all that had been ruined was restored, while the destruction of the fire storm poured into heaven and destroyed the Brother Gods Bane and San. It was only then when Nimu, along with Tour and Kyo, sacrificed themselves before the reborn wolves that Faethor swallowed its self up and the wolves of Faethor became no more.

In an explosion of color, the dark land became a black hole of chaos, light and darkness following each other in an endless circle of life. For years, perhaps the last century or so, there was nothing of Faethor but an empty space, and then just as suddenly as the Rebirth of Faethor began, it was done. Transformed by the magic of the land, the world emerged a first as a series of green lush fields brimming grass. Then came the tress, and the water, and mountains with a deep rumble that would make any creature to have lived through the Rebirth tumble to the ground. The natural feel of the world was sparked by a great bolt of lightning, fantastic shows of color and light poured from the heavens as a great voice spoke out to the world. "Begin a new, with the wolves gone - their reign of power is over...let the Fox of Faethor rule with a new light." and from this voice, the sky yawned and two fox-like creatures were born from the mouth in the sky.

It is said that the spirits of all animals that had been lost in the Final Battle returned with them, the Sibling gods - the son of Dark and the daughter of Light - twins of their own natures looked upon the worlds and exhaled their souls into it. The natural greens and browns became purples, pinks, and any color of the rainbow as the mother of Faethor watched her children seep deeply into the roots of the ground. From clay, she took her great hands and sculpted models of her children, foxes. From the magic in the earth, she drew fourth the energy her children nourished the land with and then came the first fox. The colors of the world poured into the souls of these foxes, leaving the world as earthen-toned as it had been, and transforming the fox into living, breathing creatures. The Great Mother of Faethor smiled, and as she vanished and the last traces of her touch vanished - the world of Faethor was reborn.

[Anna]

The Current History of Faethor
Part one:

After the rebirth of Faethor, the Siblings gods rose forth from their earthen graves and merged into one great being, The Spirit of Faethor. The Spirit, being neither one gender or the other, spoke to the first of the Faethor Foxes. "Children." It began, "The Great Mother of the world has chosen you to lead the life on this world, I tell you now...your reign shall be full of peril and promise. " There was a silence as the Spirit of the lands finished speaking to the creatures of Faethor. It turned to the foxes, "Now let the magic return to the world, my friends and siblings." And with one great breathe, Faethor stilled and wisps of color rose from the earth, flashed into the air and arched back into the living things of Faethor.

However, the lights of magic did not touch all of the world. In some places darkness began to creep into the weakest parts of the land, were the magic was sparse. As the years ticked by, the once beautiful forests and meadows began to show the extent of damage that the darkness had taken over. Creatures of all sorts appeared, many mutated versions of species that where once part of the rest of Faethor. Rumors began to spread that there were wolves spotted in these places, eerie light shines here, unnatural and strange, this place of darkness hides mysterious beings, but what is there purpose? There is a darker magic here, and it is your job to discover what.