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Under us. Something entirely strange yet wonderful exists under our feet. Normal people don’t know about it. If they knew about it, it would shatter their perception on the world they know. Underneath of us, lies a world of wonder. It bleeds into the very existence of our world. It, for what we know, is our world. They are one and the same. A world of strangeness, beauty,  a twisted form of our reality. 

Within our world lies magic. Not magic that you would think of. Magic that must be tapped into, harnessed from within. Everyone is born with magic. But only those who know it is there know how to call upon it. Sometimes, people call upon it in the moment, whether in fear or pleasure. When this happens, we are called in to collect them, take them to their new home, train them.

Amaranthion. Home to many races: Humans, Elves, Dwarves. They all want to live in peace and harmony. But the Gods have other plans. The Gods are split into two groups: those who want to protect the races, and those who don’t. Leading these two groups are the Twin Gods: Fanor and Ranor. Ranor wants to keep the power of the Gods from the humans, to rule over them, with fear and power. Fanor wants to give the mortal races this power so they can develop and grow.

Ranor started the first God War in the near beginnings of the First Age. Because of this desperate time, the races came together to forge a powerful god killing weapon. But, there were traitors amongst them. The god killing weapon fell into the hands of Ranor, who used it against his brother. Nearly killed, Fanor fled to the Underworld of Amaranthion where he would stay, regaining his power, in an attempt to defeat his brother once and for all.

The races of Amaranthion believe Fanor to be dead, killed by his brother and started hunting down information on the whereabouts of the plans to create a new god killing weapon, named Aetherious, named after the Aetherium metal it was forged from. Aetherium metal holds magical properties but is exceedingly difficult to make. It exists in both time and space, making it extremely hard to work with and exists in the physical realm at the same time. This makes Aetherium created weapons able to strike at a God.

She stood with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane and wondered when on earth it would ever stop raining. Of course, the rain was good for her plants. She was an Herbalist, growing herbs around her home for adventurers and townsfolk to use. But with so much rain over the last few days, she needed to go harvest some of the more common herbs before they drowned (they weren’t very hardy and died if anything is off by even a little).

For as long as I can remember, my hair has always been long. Long hair as ran in my family, on both my mother’s side and my father’s side for many generations. My dad recently started losing his hair. Knowing one day, that I could be next, I have decided to take extra steps to hopefully slow down the passage of time and to keep the mane that is my long hair. My dad always teases me about it now, which I have worked so hard and dealt with the consequences of long hair.

My son, Raymond, has this uncanny ability that whatever he does, someone’s hair is involved, mainly mine. Playing on the floor, my hair always ends up underneath him. Many times I have ripped out numerous strands of hair from my head with destructive results. One of the consequences with long hair and a child that spends most of his time rolling around on the floor.

“I need your half of the key,” said Fanor.

“Why would I give it to you? You want to use it to help the humans with the power of gods. They shouldn’t have it,” Ranor said sharply, “they don’t deserve it.”

Fanor, drawing his blade, starting approaching his brother.

“You will give it to me, or I’ll cut you down where you stand. We have to help them, nurture them, and protect them. They are a young race. They deserve that from us.”

“No! I will NOT bow down to humans! We are gods! We must be feared, worshiped, revered. Not come to their every call! I will put you down then destroy the humans!” bellowed Ranor. 

This confrontation was expected. Fanor and Ranor haven’t seen eye-to-eye in nearly 2 millennia. After their youngest brother sided with Fanor, Ranor has been on a warpath to prevent humans from expanding and growing. Ranor will do anything to undermine his brother.

“Then it must be done. I will do what I must to protect them,” Fanor sighed. Fanor was faster, but Ranor was stronger. Ranor dodged the blade of Fanor and counterattacked with a solid hit to Fanor’s jaw.

“Stay out of my way, or you’ll get much worse,” Ranor stated, “this will not end well for you. I will send you to the Amaranthion Underworld where you can reflect on all of your poor choices.”

What is this? Everything seems so large to me. Even that..thing over there is larger than me. Will it eat me? Will it lure me away? I know I can fly so I can get away. But that’s all I do. I fly. I fly. I fly. 

Worked to the bone

Cold as ice

Dead as a doornail

Dumb as a box of rocks

Switched: Dumb to the bone

Dead as ice

Worked as a doornail

*My patience: This one is self explanatory!

*My mind: Didn’t have much to lose though, so that’s a plus!

*My temper: Many times

*My phone: Oh boy do I lose my phone. Daily. Numerous times daily.

*My sanity: It comes and goes when it wants, almost as if my sanity has a will of its own!

*Motivation: I lose motivation to things constantly. Almost as if I procrastinate on purpose.

*Family/Friends: Such is the nature of the beast. It will always happen.

A single word from my list that stands out to me (even though I would like to pick more): temper