Everlynn: Serenade of the Dark Lands ~The 13 Warriors of Blood~

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The 13 Warriors of Blood

Ages ago in a time before mortal men were born there were Thirteen Warriors of Blood. These were ancestors of men and women who's lives even lived longer than that of the Elves or even those called Dragons. These Thirteen were of the appearance of man and women whom god had first created. Yet retain the gift God blessed to them each with a unique gift from that of Heaven. Each Line carried the gift through blood that coursed through their veins. These individuals grew and prospered in realms God had created yet were loyal to God through their bond as being part of him.

Each line held a gift one gift that can only be joined by the tying of mixing of blood yet God spoke of danger with in the mix tying. Each obeyed and heed the warning and prospered slowly. The Thirteen were peaceful yet not naive as man is today as they new of the cruelties of life and the danger of life. This came to depth as the coming of the Dark Prince whom lay in the depths of the shadows with in the flaming sea which even it's light did not illuminate this Void. With in this lay a essence that not even God could hide from the Thirteen or the beings he had created to live in peace. Here in this Void lived creations of a Darker Force a force whom was displeased and disgusted towards God. It waited growing in it's life waiting.

This Dark Essence dwelled and infested the hearts of many things God had created sending it's agents to tempt the hearts of God's creations. The Thirteen drew to arms to help those purge the darkness in their hearts as well as the Beings they called the Void who's appearance is even feared by Death. It was as if seeing night and never seeing day it's body merely swallowing all sight and light into it. The very body and soul of this Voidless heart seemed to draw your soul and sight to nothingness and inexistence. Many could be heard screaming from it's sight or in their clutches.

Each line of Blooded gifted with Gods Gift took to arms wielding not only weapons but power from that whom gave them creation. One was of Darkness yet pure of heart, One who's loyalty and bond kept the balance, another whom fought with darkness yet basked in the Light. These were instilled in the hearts and souls of the thirteen for with these they could not waver from the temptation of this Dark Prince or his Void like minions. Each line bestowed a gift of power each line strong yet even those with power can be corrupted.

The Bloodline of the Blood is of the Thirteen yet of Thirteen only Eleven survived for in those darken days many things can hold power. The line of the Dazankar which are now called by that name for it's True name holds power to them and has been forgotten with time became tainted. Their Elder and First lay in the Shadows of the Void alone and in anguish for death yet could never die with the gift of God in her veins. The suffering she endured range through the hearts of her people till the day she succumb and lost the gift and faith of God. Her people changed till one of the Thirteen could bring her from the cold prison where she watches her people close by suffer as she given herself to the Void.

Now Twelve reign the line of Blood yet one made by the forbidding combination of the Thirteen Blooded. The line of Enigma for it's gift was and always has been mysterious for the forbidding and crossing of Blooded to that of Ancient Races. The line of Enigma was cast aside even though they help turn the tide on the Dark War for fear that one may betray and send all to ruin. The bond between a Blooded and God forbidden for the children of God's strength and knowledge to that of the Blooded holds a Pandora's Box that can tip scales unheard or even known.

With Eleven Blooded left the wars with the Void turned as the races of all joined in faith with the Eleven to turn the Void back to it's cold and lightless prison. They wait as before growing strong as they are unchecked forgotten as the Thirteen were with time. As the Gods forgotten that the race of the Blooded, Men, and Creatures created by God are Equals times changing changed that of those with souls. As the grace of that which bore us took wind to finish this task with a blue planet made in thirty days and thirty nights the rest of this world so vast was left to grow with out his hand so he may restore what was damaged.

Thirteen now Eleven bearing the Gift of God now set as watchers and guides to those of the vast world. Those now of the Eleven watch the gods to guide them in the Creator's wisdom. Yet all is forgotten and time becomes truth where days were long and nights bright now span long in a circle waiting to be cut or continue it's spin across the line. Time created by man and gods now praised the Eleven all forgotten left to their home land were they came. This now past as read now is merely in the past for continuing is of those willing to breathe life.

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