I don't remember anything of the first age... Their rogue, Renfeild speaks of it as if it happened only days before. Of the Soul Stone Saga, never wrought to its final conclusion, of how darkness swept across the land. It was not death, as they say, it was a dark oblivion of nothingness. It was not existing, as if trying to have a memory that was never yours. They say the second stage started when the creator's old god of war, Basou Marou, cleaved open the creator's gate with the sword given him by the blade maiden... Foe Hammer reborn and the gate open, creator was free to remake the world, so they say.
I know nothing of this legend, I only know that it has been an age since it has passed... and yet he speaks as if he was there. My memories start only weeks before, when the shadow entered the realm and tore asunder all of creation. Every pantheon of gods suffered the wrath of the devouring shadow and darkness. It's as if it fed on the force of creation itself, turning life into lifeless frozen stone. The name Xain echoed on the lips of those Demigods that were cast down into the mortal realm, the heavens unable to hold them and their mortality drawing them to the earth. The few who survived the fall were soon hunted by "the beast" I know this beast's name and know that no other will know Dark Othala's true purpose, other than that it is creator's Shadow and Xain is his Madness and Memory... How I know this, I'm not sure, but it happened after my hand touched my first Godly Relic.
I awoke atop Olympus, my head a daze and nothing but the knowledge of Odin's Runes to guide me in strength. He stood before me, the bald warrior covered in the mark of the war god, cursed with the ashes of his slain wife and child. How did I know that this was Kratos, how did I know his plight and how he suffered so?
"Wretch," he bellowed,"How have you brought this darkness and chaos with you to my realm? To my Olympus?
I only watched in terror as he drew a sword which held a power of a god.
Our battle was fierce, I had nothing but my will to survive to push me forward and my wits to guide me. I managed to free the sword from him but our grappling bout cast us from the face of Olympus into the mortal realm below. For days we battled, blow for blow and strike for strike. Fate was on my side, or perhaps it was merely cursing me. One of the blades of Kratos, a wicked curved short sword grafted to his skin by a magic chain, clung into the face of Olympus and we struggled, each against the other to gain face upon the sheer rock of the mountain.
"You ask my name, now ruler of Olympus", I taunted,"I am Amon Amarth and I am your slayer!"
With that, I tore the chained blade from his wrist and sent him casting to depths below. Sadly, I only acquired one of the paired blades, but it sufficed. As its chain grafted to my arm I saw visions of the darkness that had entered the real.
I saw the great shadow swallow Olympus and I saw my home of Asgard under similar attack. The heavens wept their kin and spawn alike as I saw the fires and lights of gods descending from their lofty worlds to the dark earth below. I saw the darkness spread and I saw god and goddess alike devoured in pain and sorrow. I don't know why, but it felt as if time was running out. I quickly made my way south to find another relic before fate played its hand again. To the island of Argus I sailed and there I met the young and boastful warrior, Rygar. He wielded the Diskarmor, a legendary shield bound to a chain similarly to the Blade of Kratos now in my possession. When activated, the Diskarmor spun whirling spikes from its outer rim to become a formidable weapon. I made short work of the young hero and in the arena I showed him the true rage of a Viking warrior. I held aloft Diskarmor and I was filled with its power.
Up until this point, I had not questioned my existence and why I had no memory or why I sought these relics. The vision given me by the Diskarmor showed the Rainbow Bridge Bifrost shattered by a legendary blade, Ragnarok, and the poor maiden destined to find it. I also saw the the epic sword of Harpie, the Blade of Many Forms, wherein lied the god Apollo. This blade rested in the hands of Apollo's Demigod son, born of a muse and cast to the earth to protect him from the devouring shadow. From the dark pits of the underworld, a warrior wielding a mighty "axe" containing a thousand secrets and a thousand songs arose to help give the other Demigod's a rally banner and a song to which to sing for hope. They journeyed forth and I knew I needed to find them!
I raced north and along the way came across my lord Thor, fallen to the earth and grievously injured! How was it that this dark shadow could pierce even the flesh of a god and cause him or her pain? I knew not and Thor could not pass breath long enough to tell me. Only the name Xain arose as he gave me the precious Mijolnir, his mighty hammer. It too grafted itself via a chain around my belt and found my strength doubled.
I had lost too much time in helping Thor however, as I finally made contact with the Demigods in my vision, I found much had happened. As I rushed into Pedragon Castle, I saw the maiden destined to find Ragnarok, was missing, only to be substituted by the son of Gwydion, the Celtic Lord and ruler of the Tuatha De Danaan. In his hands a wicked dagger, the Fang of Gwydion lay, pulsing with a dark elemental's life force, capable of killing off the shadow.
The Demigods fought rashly and violently against the Shadow Beast Dark Othala and would almost have been consumed by the beast's darkness had I not stepped in to help clean up. In my frustration at my own late arrival, I wrongly accused them of being unworthy of wielding their godly weapons. In anger they turned from me and I was left alone to contemplate the grievous error I had made.
I tried to follow their trail for weeks but only managed upon them when yet their force had changed again. In the place of the Celtic Lord stood another Greek, wielder of the bow of Love and Hate and son of Aphrodite. In an effort to make amends, I accompanied the warband and became closer to these poor lost Demigods.
Their parents lost, they had banded together and made to undo the darkness which had come to devour the world. They sought the creator's gate and needed the keys once again free creator from the prison of the black void. I sought to test them and thankfully they accepted, I was surprised, especially at the son of Apollo who seemed particularly offended at our last meeting. They helped me to overcome the curse of the Kratos blade and found the other blade sealed mysteriously within a cave along our path. It was both a blessing and a curse that the treasures within that cave were unsealed. Charles Lee Ray, son of Anubis and wielder of the "axe" acquired a new melody, Jakeulese, son of Aphrodite found a piece of the Atlas Armor and Aureus, son of Apollo was cursed with the ring of Aphrodite, the ring of Feminine Form.
This last relic bore the heavy burden as Aureus absentmindedly used it as a mere plaything to transform his gender back and forth. When wielding the relic, I could feel a pull of the curse, I was almost sure of it. It drew all men and tore at the walls of their willpower. It was crippling and it left the group conspicuous as we left the cave and headed for the port.
We headed to the port town where the island of Atlantis would be our call. I became friends with the Demigods and their guide, Renfeild, while be bid our time in that nameless port town. Unfortunately, Aureus, the son of Apollo was being chased by the four winds themselves and our position was discovered. In order to help us escape we had to make a pack with that damned blasted trickster, Loki! The town was set ablaze as we made our escape and set sail for open ocean.
Upon the open ocean we were already suffering from the fatigue of the escape and the long journey of the day. Add to that the battle with the sea monster and one would think the journey had gone sour. Alas things were far worse for us as the North Wind, Boreas closed in to try and overtake us! Being a god, we stood little chance against him. I'm not sure how I knew, but these Demigods were becoming more powerful and I had to do everything I could to sacrifice for my new allies and prove myself worthy of them. This was how I could make amends. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, I merely leapt at Boreas and locked grips with him. Challenging a god is a mistake for any being that is not a god... this is a painful lesson I learned most grievously. As I grappled with the God of the North Wind, my hands instantly froze into blocks of ice and the cold of the entire North entered my veins and sought my heart and soul. I'm so sorry my friends that I could not protect you and give you the time you needed to escape. I can only hope, there will be a Valhalla to go to after the darkness is cast from this land. Good luck my friends.
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As death reached out, I closed my eye and felt my soul passing from my body. At the last moments of death, I felt a warm glow surround me an soon all went starry and black. I don't know how, but I awoke upon the banks of Atlantis! Nowhere in sight were my allies, but I was not giving up hope yet! I set out to find them and do what I could to protect them...
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That about covors it!