The chronicles of Articwolf

A first attempt at a long story

 

My fate was sealed the moment the first Great Creeper War was over but long before that I was a powerful being capable of creation and destruction. These days were the golden days for me, when slockna created the world a new chapter in my life opened. A chapter made of achievements, a golden chapter. Well I can’t call all the creations my work especially not the nether or humans I know for a fact a few of my … former… colleagues would mind me stealing their work but I think it’s safe to say from all the deities I was the most caring for the humans. In fact I was so caring it cost me my power, my status as a god is now lost forever and I shall tell you the tale how it happened.

 

Long before there was even mentioning of PROC there were people grouping up, together to make sure their survival was guaranteed.  This people were the original creators of the first Jaffa Bay, a refuge for all humans seeking to avoid the undead blight or to have a home. It steadily expanded and the number of Humans on the planet only increased. With the increase in humans so increased the size of the city and so increased the quantity of different minded factions, one of these factions being Pro-Creeper would be known later as PROC. It was that faction that unleashed a brainwashing on a scale that will never be rivaled again. Families destroyed and relationships that will never mend. This faction unleashes one horror after the other on the realm of mortals. Constant threat of creeper attacks or PROC invasion was around the corner. The Humans couldn’t live with this it would have destroyed them, that’s where I stepped in. From the dark a secret faction that I guided came to be, this faction called Fenrir alliance was meant to stop a big part of these threats and in its own right it succeeded. In fact it succeeded too well, PROC felt threatened and I think everybody knows what happens when a beast gets cornered. We should have never gone so far as to push the PROC war machine into overdrive. We never imagined the power they would have and the war only caused more harm. The war raged on over many lands and for a long time, trying to limit the damage had failed and only one option remained. Fenrir did not just disband and die out no. My power had ended with my decision to repair the land, the damage the war caused had was too much for a stable earth and while I had scientists investigate any solution, there was no answer from mortal side for this issue. I took matters into my own hands, I restored almost all the damaged areas from around to world to their former glory and it was these actions that resulted in my demise as a god. It took too much of my already weakened power from the war to repair it and it caused me to enter a more mortal stage of my life. Even now as I am writing this I feel mortality creeping up. I do not know how Humans live knowing that every knife could kill them. My very sanity was at risk first thinking I would die if I jumped of a small sand hill. Even when I realized I wouldn’t even be hurt the thought of dying hung around my head. I never realized how scared humans must have been in the war, the only thing I can hope for now  is that the other deity’s will prevent from another war or at least limit the damaging from the start. I have noticed an increase in Champions, wait I should explain what champions are actually, these words have never left the lips of a god for humans before. Champions, the chosen ones by the gods to defend or represent their area of the world. A kind of ambassador chosen by the gods and given special powers to serve in their name. I guess these “upgraded” mortals are even stronger than me now, I think this feeling is called jealousy. Yes I’m jealous of these champions for they get to live longer than me, although the blessing of eternal life might actually be a curse for those that start caring about certain people in particular. I wonder what happened to those that served me in the Fenrir Alliance, the last message I was able to send them was that they needed to go their own paths, make their own destiny.  Since the war was over there was no need for a protection force anymore. Humans where strong enough on their own after the war.

 

Strange rumors have reached me today, PROC’s revival is a fact and it’s starting to make me think that sacrificing my  powers might have been in vain. I’ve already heard that PROC managed to get many champions on their side yet a few resist. Sephiroth always the one champion that will choose rightfulness over origin, it only makes me wonder if he realizes it that his origin is almost the same as Sobek’s. Created from the ashes of an old warrior but shaped more into my design than Desseus’ design or maybe it’s the fact that Sephiroth’s design is more based  by me then des that makes him more of a neutral fighter. For there cannot be light if there is too much darkness nor can there be darkness if there is too much light. Such should be the slogan of the ideal champion. The champion of neutrality. Then again with the name “Cult of Madness” it’s hard to believe they fight for neutrality.

Well when the war starts I’ll know about it. I have travelled for miles like the mortals do, to get for what I foresee as the battle arena. I might have lost my godhood but I still have some abilities. I shall try to contact Sephiroth tonight in his dreams and try to disguise myself as a god for the best I can. For he shall need all the comfort and support he can get, even if it’s only mentally or religious.