XX. THE PLOT/HISTORY

✚ HISTORY

A long time ago, far too long to be properly remembered, the world was created. The four great elements were born onto the blank canvas, and together, they bore the world. Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. The four most powerful forces and beings on the planet. Then, life and death got into it the mix. As the four gods stood back to admire their work, the twin forces placed upon the globe, life. The spirits agreed that there should be certain rules. They would not interfere with one another. They would not destroy one another. They would not step between Life and Death and their victims. They would not sway life. 

Life, and Death grew, and the four ancients were forced to work around the two immovable forces. It was  a great accident, that they were ever discovered, and it was out of spite, that it grew from that. A young prince, for most mortals strive for superiority over their peers, had grown lost in the desert, and was on the verge of death.  The God of fire, who had been ensuring that his creation thrived, reached the limp foal before Death could reap his soul.  He did what he should not,  and spoke to the young horse's soul. He offered him life, a full life, in exchange for something; loyalty.  The young male agreed. Death who had been watching in anger, told the other three, that one of the cardinal rules had been broken. 

Though the agreement between Fire and the prince thrived, so did a deep resentment and jealousy between Fire and his siblings. The four gods met, and a great argument ensued, as they argued and bickered. It was finally Water who said that should Fire not abandon the Prince, then he would take up his own following. Air, and Earth quickly followed in the sentiment, and when Fire refused, one of the oldest laws became null and void. 

The spirits, gained followers. They demanded things, each their own liking. As the life of mortals evolved, so did religion, politics, everything about them. More immortals began to appear, for the sun, for the seasons, for rain, for anything and everything. With time, these creatures would fade, but the four oldest would survive. Half-gods, demis were born, and could enter Trost, the spirits' haven. Great stories sprang up, legends, everything you could imagine. They were never more powerful, and it was intoxicating. 

However, as we race along our timeline, towards present day, a disturbing trend became clear. Faith was fading. Belief was waning. Times were changing. The four great spirits were all but alone in Trost, where they had hidden away, the last of the pure spirits. When they cast their gazes out onto Zenith, what they saw deeply bothered them. 

The Castes were no longer separated.

Monarchies had changed blood-lines.

Faith had become nothing more than a word.  

The Gods, vowed to correct this mistake. The once pure love for their creation, was becoming anger and annoyance at the disregard.