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Main Thread

This story, like many others, begins in a far-away world much like our own. The name of this world is Erishor.

Erishor was created long before Earth was; Millions of years before. The world began as many do, filled with magic and innocence. It was a world of unfathomable purity that most of us can only dream of. It was filled with all the creatures and beasts of myth, as well as many that are unknown to us. It also harbored a race nearly exactly like humans; the only differences being small things such as a larger variety of eye color, a heightened sense of hearing, or other things of the like. These man-like creatures were called the Sindarin. Still, these creatures were not so lucky as us. As they grew in number, the magic of their world dwindled until it no longer existed. They became like us: Power hungry and full of hate. They created weapons much like our own, and eventually...they used them. Their people were not strong enough to resist the pull of a true world war, where every territory fought only for itself. The other beasts and creatures of Erishor fled to the skies, those who could not finding their own ways of escape. The world was empty, except for the now evil Sindarin.

At this point, the war was too much, and each of the Territories decided. It was their ultimate weapon, or their own defeat. But little did they know...

These weapons were so powerful, that just one was enough to destroy a great portion of their world. But all of them set off within only months of each other? Erishor was obliterated. All that still remained was either burned, shredded, or killed, and only few survived.

Those who did fled to the bowels of their planet. They dug deep, where the toxins they had created could not reach and where they could rebuild their race and start anew. But to rebuild a race from only a few hundreds would take thousands upon thousands of years. And in that time...a new life was coming forth, to reclaim what had once been free.

Unknown to the Sindarin, the world above them was staring over. Plants sprouted from the ashes, and the creatures that had survived came forth from hiding. Slowly, the world began to thrive once more.

The creatures and beasts of myth returned, seeing that Erishor once again belonged to the innocent. They nurtured their new, reborn world. They helped the plants that now grew and swam in the hope that came with them. They created their own governing system as well: To be sure that nothing like that awful war would ever come to be again. There was one dragon to protect each realm, and armies of creatures to enforce the peace that reigned. Everything was perfect...or so it seemed...

Unknown to their ever watchful eyes, the world below them was thriving again as well. At this point, the Sindarin had forgotten about the world above them. It was myth, folklore...a whisper of a memory of a dream. They had found the technology to live below in a relatively happy manor with the truth hidden right in front of their eyes.

Only five books remained from the life that had once been. Five records, scattered throughout the thousands of libraries in the millions of tunnels that had become the new world. And those books are where this story ends, and our journey begins.