《The Mythos of Evereen》


 Prologue: To Build A World

    In the beginning there was One. That One made All that Was, and the world was filled with all things that are still and quiet.


    Mountains and valleys formed with the rivers and lakes between them. Oceans and shores quietly began their eternal dance of sandy waves. Plains and hills were swept with warm winds that shaped and moved their dust.


    Then came all things that were green and flourished. Mountains and valleys were filled with trees and brush. The plains filled with scrub and grass from end to end. Oceans were filled with vibrant seaweed.


    Then came all things that were small and moving, the creatures of the world. They were unlike those he had left in many, for in them he granted a small spark of power each according to their own ways. Birds flew with winds at their call. Mice and rodents all had ways to hide themselves. Wolves and their kindred could call upon the woods to move their prey. The herds of the plains sparked thunder with hooves and horns.


    At last, the One called forth Seven. One to fill each continent according to its own will. And so were created the Seven Races of Magic.


    Dwarves in their mountainous homes to the far east, where they conquered the steps and their clans delved deep into heights unending. They were granted the long lives of their stony halls and the gift of knowledge of metal and stone, and their esoterics were of alchemy and elementalism.


    Then came the Elves of the West, whose long lives inspired ancient and broad spanning empires across the coasts and hills. Tribes quickly became the foundations of city-states. City states banded together into Empires and conquered the waves of their inland seas and rivers. Their unique sight and long learning gave them the insight of Travel and Inscription, and their runic magic was a thing of beauty as it was carved on every wooden thing.


    The Orcs were made upon the plains where they mastered their martial arts and proved their strength in honored combat. They built monuments of their leaders as they herded the creatures of the grassy hills in ever-changing tribes and dueling neighbors. No monuments did they build, save those that were temporary to empower their heroes. They cultivated inner strength and discovered the Will of Body in all ways and grew strong.


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    In the middle of all were the dunes of the Giants. The nomadic peoples towered over their kin to the corners, and their hardy nature served them well as they dug out quiet hidden towns and built oasis sanctuaries wherever they went. Their strong pride was served well by their astounding mirage works and their trade caravans were led by strong bards.


    To the south amongst the jungles came the Vipimey, snakelike and agile as they basked in the long humid days. They were the loosest of civilizations but the ones with the greatest power, for they learned of the cycles of the world. They built small villages throughout the rainforests they called home and founded the many Rituals that are still used today.


    Far, far to the north were their opposite, the clannish Kitsune and cunning in their ways. They hunted amongst cold sea and high tundras and learned to imbue materials so they could match the sturdy creatures own abilities. Enchanters ruled their ever shifting ice kingdoms as they founded grandiose dynasties.


    To the low rolling hills along the western coastline were the smallest folk, Halflings and Gnomes, two sides to the same coin, for the small and homebuilding men of the Halflings were matched by the cunning and eccentric women of the Gnomes, and their communities were lively things of harvest and home. Their magics called forth the planting and harvest in spring and fall, and in summer and winter they delighted in contraptions and cunning works of hand and magic. Their towns and sprawling communities dotted many isles all around the continent but most prefered the mild weather of the west.


    The Creator was impressed by the works of his Seven Children, and saw it was good. And so he called forth the agents of change that he had made on so many worlds, and Humans were brought into being throughout the world. They came to the middle points and spread throughout each country and place, inspiring shifts in dynamics and proving to be the chaotic agents that he had known them to be. Kingdoms and Countries unified in places where the seven races did not wish to call home, and slowly the humans grew strong and traded ideas.


    Five thousand years it took for things to come ever forward, and people shared and traded ideas, traveling far and wide as they spread themselves across the world. Creatures new and old came into being in that time, existences created by myths of other worlds and powered by the magic of this one. As history built forward, the Creator solidified the past and built backwards for the scholars of the future to understand their world.


    Then, when calendars shifted and lost track of the origin of time due to ancient and new things, did Heroes begin to appear. For History had finished its first era of ancient and wonderous things, and now came the time of Myth and Legend.

 Kitsune 1: The Winter Morning

    Long ago, the Kitsune of the North created palaces of Ice and Snow. Their enchanters knew the secrets of Eternal Ice, of how to crystalize the very essence of that chilled substance to create palaces and castles made from naught but the frozen waters of the North. They created domes of giant glaciers and used their glassy surface to pull the light of the sun to sprawling fields. Inch by inch they grew each year, and each year they saw more prosperity than ever before.


    It was in this time that a small child was born to a family of scribes and scholars. They were a low family in the courts of that time, one that was but a minor house amongst minor houses. For the Kitsune clans all considered themselves Noble, and each family was placed according to their seen nobility. But that would change as this family attained something new, something that had never been seen before.


    For their child was born with something truly strange. A second tail came from their back and mystic power flowed into the young creature. The higher nobles were delighted to see such an unusual thing and allowed the Scribes to take over new duties and rise in an ever so small way. So they became the Librarians of their clan, and the young two-tailed fox was raised up amongst their clans knowledge.


    This young creature, known as Astrania after her favourite flowers, was a bright star amongst her peers. She read scroll after scroll while others would barely pay attention to the dull words of old men on ancient paper. She mastered the writings of old and by the time of her fifth summer had already composed and compiled records that had long since been forgotten or left to fade. And when the Clan Enchanter came to read of old techniques, he found that each scroll she had crafted was uniquely infused with Kitsune magic.


    He found the small girl with her family, and took her on as his apprentice. Each morning she would learn of his craft and guide her power toward more refined goals. Each evening she would return to her precious scrolls and learn more of her clans ancient ways. She grew from a child to a young woman and learned the amazing things that her clan had done, and now dreamed of the future.


    So it was one day that she went to the dome of Ice that surrounded her home. It was late in winter then, when the sun had long since gone and the sky was dark even during these waking hours. Her people were cold and growing weary with the waking night-time, and she could hear the dark spirits outside moaning and wailing in the winds.


    She stood brave and proud as she approached the barrier with an ancient scroll in one hand and a small bauble in the other. She held that bauble as she read the instructions put forth by the scroll to make a lightstone, then looked at the small warm bead in her hand. It was a firestone from a smith that she had begged for and traded a bit of knowledge to gain.


    She held the stone to the dome and reminded the stone of the heat of the forge that was like the summer sun. She held her other hand to the dome and reminded it how it could take the heat of the summer sun and amplify it throughout the day. She balanced them in her hand and ignored the spirits that jeered and cackled outside as they hoped for her to fail and break the fragile glass-like ice that protected her people.


    With stone in one hand and gem in the other, she called forth summer and day to balance the winter nights. Spirits howled from the flash of a sun they had not expected to see as the stone glowed ever brighter in her hand. The dome slowly began to shift with light as a dawn in the middle of the winter night came. The small firebead rose like the morning sun in the east as the cool night of winter was banished for her clan.


    She watched the sunrise over the cold fields and was glad as she basked in the warm sun. Famers and laborers, smiths and carters, even the caravans that had been trapped by winter looked up in awe. The Palace nobles came out to their balconies and watched in awe as something they had never hoped for came to be as the Sunstone, an artifact for her people, was made from a childs wish and the guidance of their young apprentice enchanter with two tails.


    And when Astrania returned to her home she was greeted with wonder and joy for her works. The enchanters studied the stone when it fell to the other side of the dome in the evening hours, and watched as it slowly moved back with a dim starlight glow to its morning position. She was hailed as the Morning''s Herald for her work and her family rose in prestige. And the people around her were amazed when they saw that she had changed as well from her actions.


    The young teen laughed and smiled with joy as she watched her gladdened people, and her three tails moved with the breeze that swept through the warming air. For she had grown, and her people could only wonder at their amazing fortune.Long ago, the Kitsune of the North created palaces of Ice and Snow. Their enchanters knew the secrets of Eternal Ice, of how to crystalize the very essence of that chilled substance to create palaces and castles made from naught but the frozen waters of the North. They created domes of giant glaciers and used their glassy surface to pull the light of the sun to sprawling fields. Inch by inch they grew each year, and each year they saw more prosperity than ever before.


    This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.It was in this time that a small child was born to a family of scribes and scholars. They were a low family in the courts of that time, one that was but a minor house amongst minor houses. For the Kitsune clans all considered themselves Noble, and each family was placed according to their seen nobility. But that would change as this family attained something new, something that had never been seen before.


    For their child was born with something truly strange. A second tail came from their back and mystic power flowed into the young creature. The higher nobles were delighted to see such an unusual thing and allowed the Scribes to take over new duties and rise in an ever so small way. So they became the Librarians of their clan, and the young two-tailed fox was raised up amongst their clans knowledge.


    This young creature, known as Astrania after her favourite flowers, was a bright star amongst her peers. She read scroll after scroll while others would barely pay attention to the dull words of old men on ancient paper. She mastered the writings of old and by the time of her fifth summer had already composed and compiled records that had long since been forgotten or left to fade. And when the Clan Enchanter came to read of old techniques, he found that each scroll she had crafted was uniquely infused with Kitsune magic.


    He found the small girl with her family, and took her on as his apprentice. Each morning she would learn of his craft and guide her power toward more refined goals. Each evening she would return to her precious scrolls and learn more of her clans ancient ways. She grew from a child to a young woman and learned the amazing things that her clan had done, and now dreamed of the future.


    So it was one day that she went to the dome of Ice that surrounded her home. It was late in winter then, when the sun had long since gone and the sky was dark even during these waking hours. Her people were cold and growing weary with the waking night-time, and she could hear the dark spirits outside moaning and wailing in the winds.


    She stood brave and proud as she approached the barrier with an ancient scroll in one hand and a small bauble in the other. She held that bauble as she read the instructions put forth by the scroll to make a lightstone, then looked at the small warm bead in her hand. It was a firestone from a smith that she had begged for and traded a bit of knowledge to gain.


    She held the stone to the dome and reminded the stone of the heat of the forge that was like the summer sun. She held her other hand to the dome and reminded it how it could take the heat of the summer sun and amplify it throughout the day. She balanced them in her hand and ignored the spirits that jeered and cackled outside as they hoped for her to fail and break the fragile glass-like ice that protected her people.


    With stone in one hand and gem in the other, she called forth summer and day to balance the winter nights. Spirits howled from the flash of a sun they had not expected to see as the stone glowed ever brighter in her hand. The dome slowly began to shift with light as a dawn in the middle of the winter night came. The small firebead rose like the morning sun in the east as the cool night of winter was banished for her clan.


    She watched the sunrise over the cold fields and was glad as she basked in the warm sun. Famers and laborers, smiths and carters, even the caravans that had been trapped by winter looked up in awe. The Palace nobles came out to their balconies and watched in awe as something they had never hoped for came to be as the Sunstone, an artifact for her people, was made from a childs wish and the guidance of their young apprentice enchanter with two tails.


    And when Astrania returned to her home she was greeted with wonder and joy for her works. The enchanters studied the stone when it fell to the other side of the dome in the evening hours, and watched as it slowly moved back with a dim starlight glow to its morning position. She was hailed as the Morning''s Herald for her work and her family rose in prestige. And the people around her were amazed when they saw that she had changed as well from her actions.


    The young teen laughed and smiled with joy as she watched her gladdened people, and her three tails moved with the breeze that swept through the warming air. For she had grown, and her people could only wonder at their amazing fortune.