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The Great War
Written by Enly
Story by Enly & Roja
Edited by Annatira, Phildaburn, and Roja
Artwork by Roja
Prologue
They sat quietly on gilded thrones arranged in a perfect circle, an imposing pantheon of the divine. A ring of stone edged by pillars was their meeting place: sky above, sky below, detached from the world. It was the council room of the gods.
“Have we come to a decision then?” demanded one of the gods.
“No, we have not. This is an issue that we must have more time to consider!”
“You are alone in that thinking. The rest of us have decided."
“Very well, but heed my words now. No good will come of this.”
“Enough squabbling. Have the final preparations been made?”
“Yes, they have. Everyone is here, everything is as it should be.”
“Remember what we discussed, remember your part. It will not fail.”
“Enough talk, let us be done with it!”
“We are ready, let us begin.”
The gods looked over one another one last time, each of them unsure. Was this truly the best decision? Some were more confident than others. Some knew this was a horrible idea. One god stood, regal and clothed in a pure white dress, she spoke with authority.
“Mortos! We summon you to come here before this council. You have been deemed unworthy of the position you hold: no longer worthy to be a god. Your actions against Draia and us will now be accounted for. Your powers will be revoked and you will be confined indefinitely!”
As she stopped speaking and waited, lightning shot among the gods. The ground shook with force enough to swallow a mortal city beneath it, but the gods stood firm. Shadowy clouds swirled through air. As they appeared, so too did glittering clouds of light and color. The air was thick with magic. It flickered inside the clouds and shot between the pillars. Such force did it hold that any mortal would have been incinerated instantly. Yet the gods stood resolute to carry out their task.
It seemed for a while as if whatever had been planned was happening, yet soon the colored clouds of light began to be consumed by the ever growing shadow. One of the gods faltered and pulled back his power. A blood-curdling scream pierced the air and echoed through the darkening clouds. Then all went black. Silence presided over the circle and an unbreakable darkness shrouded it all.
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