The God Wars: Chapter 1 - Writers Forum

Dallimar · 03-08-2007, 11:37 AM

Dallimar stood at the chamber's center. As he looked at the other World Makers that had gathered he could feel the energy that had built around him. They were nervous and scared, and with good reason. If this new threat was going to be worse then Lavonnis, then they would be hard pressed to push it back. He filled his lungs with energy and spoke so that even those farthest from him could hear his words.

"We have faced many challenges in the last few millennia. Lavonnis was the worst. However, we prevailed. We overcame him with the combined power that we have come to rely on. That power will be needed now more then ever. I...We all, have created so much that is dear to us. Some of us have know what it is like to lose some of those things," A note of sorrow filled his voice as he recalled his first creation. It had been pulled into he void by powers unknown and had left him with a hollow in his heart.

"But," He continued. "We will lose everything if these Gordalgon destroy the Mists!" His voice was full of passion as he finished. "Who will stand with me to face this threat?"

The Makers had grown tired of conflict when it had nearly destroyed them, and many were loath to fight. Those that sided with the speaker shouted their approval. They were few.

Dallimar shook his head. "Has your tiny taste of suffering and sorrow made you hardened to the facts?" His eyes burned with righteous indignation. "Are you so willing to give in and flee? Would you have you children, your creations, burned to ash before this wave? You are not cowards! You have more strength of heart then any other creatures that we know of. You have more conviction and determination then can be held in a lesser form. You are the masters of this plane." A few more stood and declared their allegiance. The others would not be swayed.

"If this is what we have become, I would rather be mortal. They show, in their short lives, traits that you seem to have forgotten." Dallimar turned and walked to his mate. Mythica smiled at him and tried to reassure him. He turned back to those gathered one last time. "Those who are brave enough to join me may meet me here in two days time. The rest of you are already lost." As he turned to leave he could hear countless voices trying to shout over one another.

Outside of the Council Hall Mythica held Dallimar's arm tightly. She knew the pain that rolled like raging thunder in his heart. Those that would not join the cause were giving themselves completely over to fear and uncertainty.
"They will see the error of their ways." She said softly.

"I fear that it will not happen soon enough." He responded, his voice distant. "If they continue to follow this path they will die. They know it, yet they proceed with this folly. I can't understand why."

Mythica looked into his eyes. They had been filled with pain and his smiles where few and far between. She wished that she could feel his spirit like she used to. Now there was an impassable barrier that held her at bay.

"Only so you don't have to feel the pain I feel." He had told her once. He had loved her since the dawn of time, but sometimes, she thought, he could be as dense as stone. He should have known that it tore her apart to see him this way.

"If there is nothing that I can do to convince them to fight, then I will have to do my best to help those who are willing." Dallimar sounded more sure about his plans with every day that passed.

They were interrupted when a young Maker, Kriss, jumped in front of the two. He was lean with blond hair and a smile that always clung to his lips like the last rays of sunlight grip the horizon. Ever full of energy he rarely walked anywhere preferring to run and jump. Like many young Makers he looked up to Dallimar as a hero, idolizing his actions against Lavonnis. His eyes sparkled with barely contained energy as he spoke.

“That was great Dallimar. You gripped a lot of us today. We are willing to do whatever it takes.”

The older Maker smiled at his little brother as he considered what he had said. “I know Kriss. You and all of your friends have been such a huge help to the cause. Thank you.” Kriss beamed at the praise. “With that in mind, I want you to go and speak with Phorris. Tell her that I need enough weapons and armor for all of those that have chosen to battle.”

Phorris had more skill in the art of metal craft then any other Maker. Her ability to shape metals with her voice alone had given her a place of honor among the Makers, and she had crafted many of the Maker’s homes and tools. Kriss nodded enthusiastically before running for the smith.

“He is will make a powerful leader one day.” Mythica said.

“Only if he can temper all of that energy.” Dallimar said, smiling.

Mythica squeezed his arm. Dallimar looked into the pools of blue that had gripped him so powerfully in the beginning. He needed her by his side if he was to overcome the trials ahead.

“I love you,” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss her on the crown. “And I would do anything for you.”

“I know,” She said, resting a hand lightly on his cheek. “But I would like to have you in one peace for at least a little longer.” She smiled. Dallimar couldn’t help but laugh.

The city was beautiful. Its buildings towered into the sky, their tops lost amongst the clouds, a forest of living stone that had been grown to match the attitude of those that dwelt within. Elegant buttresses soared through the air. Stained-glass windows, depicting the births of many worlds and creatures, dotted the their walls splashing rooms with a rainbow of colors. Some World Makers had even placed statues of their favored creations along the front of their homes. The interiors where no less spectacular. Paintings and sculptures lined dinning halls. Crystal figures had been shaped into the likenesses loved ones and been given an inner light. The courtyards contained every manner of flower and herb, and birds, in every shape and color, sang from the trees.

These were the scenes that Dallimar and Mythica gazed upon as they made their way home. Much of it had been lost when Lavoniss had revolted against his kin, but what had been built anew had been even more grand. Dallimar knew that this was worth protecting.

“What of our children?” Asked Mythica. He thought about the Fay for a moment. They were a peaceful, loving race who had already suffered to much. They did not even remember their creator. He knew that that had saddened Mythica greatly.

“If we cannot stop the Gordal’gon soon we will move them far away. That will give them some time. Till then you need not worry. They are in good hands.”
She gave a small smile and nodded. He had asked Kriss to keep a watch on the Fay not long after the Binding. If anyone could be trusted to keep them safe it was he. Thinking of the Fay Dallimar could not help but wonder how his own creations fared. He had been unable to find them after Lavoniss had been defeated. He feared the worst, that they had been destroyed somehow. At times he would leave Mythica and search everywhere he could for his lost children, only to return no closer then when he had started.

“There is not much left for us to do but to wait to hear from Kriss. If Phorris is willing to lend us aid we will be ready. If not, then we will need more time, and that is something that we are running out of.”

Mythica squeezed his arm. He knew that she would be there for him, always, to offer that comfort and ease his mind. Beyond all else he would fight for her.