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The prologue of Crease
Long ago, before the birth of the land of Craese there was two gods. Tsunare the godess of life, Drache the god of death. After ages Drache finally succeeded in seducing Tsunare. They had a child one year later, who they named MoraGin the god of nature. Three centurys later MoraiGin grew tired of living in the skies with his kin, and being a god of nature he used every ounce of magic he had to create a mass of earth, he called this objected a planet, and a long with it he made a ball of fire in the sky, to keep all of his animal warm, this flame he named Solore. The mass of land, this planet, he called it Crease.
Many centuries later Tsunare had a arguement with Drache. Sad and angry Tsunare shed a tear. This tear fell onto the mountain of Girath right next ot Girrath Woods the future home of the elves. The tear formed a spring, known as the spring of life, he who drinks is may live 100 years longer than what age they would have naturaly died at. Growing lonely she being a god of life created four companions. Elle, an aprentice godess of life, Dorach, the god of fire, Driard, the god of water and Kiral the godess of earth. Too Tsunare's surprise these gods and godess' could not live in the skies. Their energy could not carry them around as it could Tsunare, Drache and MoraGin. Not being able to fly, Tsunare brought them to her son's land, Creese. Elle brought trees, a gift of life that would help all of the land have a higher source of oxygene. Dorach brought rage and furry, making wars between the animals. Driard brought water, helping the creatures of Creese be able to live longer without dieng of thirst. Kiral brought mountains and caves giving wolves, mountain tigers, bears and more a habitat to live in. Ten-thousand years later all of the children of Tsunare died. Each reincarnating into two forms, male and female.
Elle reincarnated to a Angel male and female. Angels exceled in everything. Their strength was supperior of all, they could fly using but using their beautiful golden wings. They also had magic, water that was poluted could be freshened by the touch of an angel. The mere site of an angel could re-energize the most fatigued man in the world. But there was few, too few angels. The angels population was less than half of the other races.
Dorach's reincarnations were orcs, a tall masculin race. There strength was outmatched by none except the angels, making them quite formidable in wars. Their skin tainted green and hair black, they could walk through fire and not feel a thing. Something strange about this race was that they could throw themselves into rage whenver they pleased, making them hit harder and be able to be hit more.
Driard into Aqooati, a rather short but not miniscule race. These amphibious huminoids were very quick, on land and off. They could breathe under water and out, making surprise attacks a great weapon for them. Their skin was a light blue almost white color. They rarely had hair and usually a long fin in it's place. Their arms also had fins, these fins were soft as normal fins are, but when the muscles in their arms tightened they grew hard like knives.
Kiral's reincarnation was a short one. The dwarf that chose the path of the warrior were usually in their 70s, since their muscles continued too grow naturally until death, making old strong. They're stuby little legs made them very slow. They were only outmatched in strength by the brutal Orcs. A fine skill that they had was crafting, they could make the finest weapons and armor, on top of that they could litteraly eat dirt as a food if they grew too hungry.
Three hundered thousand years later, angels flew freely, dwarves mined deep into the earth and the Aqooati swam like the dolphins happily in the water. There was two new races. These races were formed by Moraigin the maker of Creese. He hadn't made humanoids before in fear of them becoming too intelegent and wanting to take Creese for theirsleves. He had a child with a wolf to make the wolf men Ooakami, their strength almost outmatched it of a angel, yet they had no desire to attack any living being. There was also the Bear-men that he breed a dwarf with a bear to make.. The Brotise.. Their physical strength matched the orcs, the orcs and Brotise formed an alliance that year, their goal to destroy the Angels who had surpassed them in strength... But there was little angels left, and with the alligned forces of the two they might have a chance.
The orcish horns beckoned the angels to the battle field in EverWoods, the Brotise were to hide in the far distance not to scare off the angels. The angels came charging in swords in hand, one by one they came clashing down slashing away at various orcs. Half of orcs had fallen and still atleast seven eigths of the angels forces remained fluttering above the battle field. But all was not lost for the orcs, the Brotise had just arrived with slings and bows and it made it much more progressive being able to take them out while they were still in the skies. They were now taking out large ammounts of angels each time a stream of the airborn mamals dared to charge down at the orcs and bearmen. Hours later when it was looking grim for the Angel-kind, the lang Aqooati came to help after much thought. They were easily slaughtered by the feirce bearmen and orc.
The Orc and Brotise alliance continued this method until there was only one angel and one orc contious. The orc staggered over to the angel to be smashed in the mouth by the handel of the angel's short sword. The orc threw itself into rage, it forgot that the angel were stronger, forgot that his mouth was torn open leaving little to no teeth left in his now gummy mouth. All he did remember is that he had to kill this angel, not for him but for his people. Blinded by his fury he was knocked down again, this time by a punch, killing all of his pride. The orc clenched his fist around the axe's handel as the angel was redying himself to cleave his blade into the ground and through the orcs back. The angel thrusted to the ground, but the orc refused to die, he put his left hand in place of his back making the sword go through it instead. The angel dropped the sword in astonishment making the blade fall to the ground from inside the orcs hand. It was his chance, the orc swung his axe at the angel's head chopping it in two right down the middle. The angel's last words were "Why.. Did all of the Aqooati... Argh.. Not.. Come..Curse them... May they all die.. All.. Die.."
The angel fell to the ground, and the orc soon after. Except there was a difference the orc fell to the ground from fatigue and the angel from death. Days later that orc returned to his home in the barren waste lands of Dorach's plaines as a champion. For centuries after that, orc children would pretend to be Gillrodar(the Orc that destroyed that last Angel) as they had wooden sword fights with their friends. The orc's next attack would be on the Aqooati. The ally of the angels that betrayed them on judgement day, between the orcs and angels.
Their next attack didn't quite turn out as planned because the sea Aqooati still did not return to the land in fear of the orcs, Brotise or angels that might have won and grew angry with the Aqooati for they had abandoned the alliance in the middle of a war.
In shame the king of the sea Aqooati killed himself, the sea Aqooati lived on in the seas. The part of the sea they had once lived in was cursed with their king's soul so they had to be resourceful and find a new home. This home was dark, there was no light, the Aqooati grew acustomed to this and after ages slowly evolved into Dark Aqooati. The Dark Aqooati were Aqooati with dark skin that worshiped no one(until they found out about Drache), they could see in the dark, and walk on water. Their goal too kill the victorious race of that fight many ages ago. They could now pull out the bladed fins(that were now always bladed no matter how tightened the muscles) on their arms and use them as extremely sharp weapons.
Two hundred years passed, the orcs decided to settle down on their attacks, they had already taken out half the dwarves and very few angels remained alive on Crease. There was very many worshipers of Tsunare, Moraigin was left behind since most of the Britose now worshiped the same god as the orcs, which was Tsunare. All that was left for Moraigin was the Ooakami, there was not many of them to start with so that was no big deal. Drache noticed over the years that the more worshipers the gods had the stronger they were. His son Moraigin had actually attacked him years ago and almost won with the power of his believers.
Long ago, before the birth of the land of Craese there was two gods. Tsunare the godess of life, Drache the god of death. After ages Drache finally succeeded in seducing Tsunare. They had a child one year later, who they named MoraGin the god of nature. Three centurys later MoraiGin grew tired of living in the skies with his kin, and being a god of nature he used every ounce of magic he had to create a mass of earth, he called this objected a planet, and a long with it he made a ball of fire in the sky, to keep all of his animal warm, this flame he named Solore. The mass of land, this planet, he called it Crease.
Many centuries later Tsunare had a arguement with Drache. Sad and angry Tsunare shed a tear. This tear fell onto the mountain of Girath right next ot Girrath Woods the future home of the elves. The tear formed a spring, known as the spring of life, he who drinks is may live 100 years longer than what age they would have naturaly died at. Growing lonely she being a god of life created four companions. Elle, an aprentice godess of life, Dorach, the god of fire, Driard, the god of water and Kiral the godess of earth. Too Tsunare's surprise these gods and godess' could not live in the skies. Their energy could not carry them around as it could Tsunare, Drache and MoraGin. Not being able to fly, Tsunare brought them to her son's land, Creese. Elle brought trees, a gift of life that would help all of the land have a higher source of oxygene. Dorach brought rage and furry, making wars between the animals. Driard brought water, helping the creatures of Creese be able to live longer without dieng of thirst. Kiral brought mountains and caves giving wolves, mountain tigers, bears and more a habitat to live in. Ten-thousand years later all of the children of Tsunare died. Each reincarnating into two forms, male and female.
Elle reincarnated to a Angel male and female. Angels exceled in everything. Their strength was supperior of all, they could fly using but using their beautiful golden wings. They also had magic, water that was poluted could be freshened by the touch of an angel. The mere site of an angel could re-energize the most fatigued man in the world. But there was few, too few angels. The angels population was less than half of the other races.
Dorach's reincarnations were orcs, a tall masculin race. There strength was outmatched by none except the angels, making them quite formidable in wars. Their skin tainted green and hair black, they could walk through fire and not feel a thing. Something strange about this race was that they could throw themselves into rage whenver they pleased, making them hit harder and be able to be hit more.
Driard into Aqooati, a rather short but not miniscule race. These amphibious huminoids were very quick, on land and off. They could breathe under water and out, making surprise attacks a great weapon for them. Their skin was a light blue almost white color. They rarely had hair and usually a long fin in it's place. Their arms also had fins, these fins were soft as normal fins are, but when the muscles in their arms tightened they grew hard like knives.
Kiral's reincarnation was a short one. The dwarf that chose the path of the warrior were usually in their 70s, since their muscles continued too grow naturally until death, making old strong. They're stuby little legs made them very slow. They were only outmatched in strength by the brutal Orcs. A fine skill that they had was crafting, they could make the finest weapons and armor, on top of that they could litteraly eat dirt as a food if they grew too hungry.
Three hundered thousand years later, angels flew freely, dwarves mined deep into the earth and the Aqooati swam like the dolphins happily in the water. There was two new races. These races were formed by Moraigin the maker of Creese. He hadn't made humanoids before in fear of them becoming too intelegent and wanting to take Creese for theirsleves. He had a child with a wolf to make the wolf men Ooakami, their strength almost outmatched it of a angel, yet they had no desire to attack any living being. There was also the Bear-men that he breed a dwarf with a bear to make.. The Brotise.. Their physical strength matched the orcs, the orcs and Brotise formed an alliance that year, their goal to destroy the Angels who had surpassed them in strength... But there was little angels left, and with the alligned forces of the two they might have a chance.
The orcish horns beckoned the angels to the battle field in EverWoods, the Brotise were to hide in the far distance not to scare off the angels. The angels came charging in swords in hand, one by one they came clashing down slashing away at various orcs. Half of orcs had fallen and still atleast seven eigths of the angels forces remained fluttering above the battle field. But all was not lost for the orcs, the Brotise had just arrived with slings and bows and it made it much more progressive being able to take them out while they were still in the skies. They were now taking out large ammounts of angels each time a stream of the airborn mamals dared to charge down at the orcs and bearmen. Hours later when it was looking grim for the Angel-kind, the lang Aqooati came to help after much thought. They were easily slaughtered by the feirce bearmen and orc.
The Orc and Brotise alliance continued this method until there was only one angel and one orc contious. The orc staggered over to the angel to be smashed in the mouth by the handel of the angel's short sword. The orc threw itself into rage, it forgot that the angel were stronger, forgot that his mouth was torn open leaving little to no teeth left in his now gummy mouth. All he did remember is that he had to kill this angel, not for him but for his people. Blinded by his fury he was knocked down again, this time by a punch, killing all of his pride. The orc clenched his fist around the axe's handel as the angel was redying himself to cleave his blade into the ground and through the orcs back. The angel thrusted to the ground, but the orc refused to die, he put his left hand in place of his back making the sword go through it instead. The angel dropped the sword in astonishment making the blade fall to the ground from inside the orcs hand. It was his chance, the orc swung his axe at the angel's head chopping it in two right down the middle. The angel's last words were "Why.. Did all of the Aqooati... Argh.. Not.. Come..Curse them... May they all die.. All.. Die.."
The angel fell to the ground, and the orc soon after. Except there was a difference the orc fell to the ground from fatigue and the angel from death. Days later that orc returned to his home in the barren waste lands of Dorach's plaines as a champion. For centuries after that, orc children would pretend to be Gillrodar(the Orc that destroyed that last Angel) as they had wooden sword fights with their friends. The orc's next attack would be on the Aqooati. The ally of the angels that betrayed them on judgement day, between the orcs and angels.
Their next attack didn't quite turn out as planned because the sea Aqooati still did not return to the land in fear of the orcs, Brotise or angels that might have won and grew angry with the Aqooati for they had abandoned the alliance in the middle of a war.
In shame the king of the sea Aqooati killed himself, the sea Aqooati lived on in the seas. The part of the sea they had once lived in was cursed with their king's soul so they had to be resourceful and find a new home. This home was dark, there was no light, the Aqooati grew acustomed to this and after ages slowly evolved into Dark Aqooati. The Dark Aqooati were Aqooati with dark skin that worshiped no one(until they found out about Drache), they could see in the dark, and walk on water. Their goal too kill the victorious race of that fight many ages ago. They could now pull out the bladed fins(that were now always bladed no matter how tightened the muscles) on their arms and use them as extremely sharp weapons.
Two hundred years passed, the orcs decided to settle down on their attacks, they had already taken out half the dwarves and very few angels remained alive on Crease. There was very many worshipers of Tsunare, Moraigin was left behind since most of the Britose now worshiped the same god as the orcs, which was Tsunare. All that was left for Moraigin was the Ooakami, there was not many of them to start with so that was no big deal. Drache noticed over the years that the more worshipers the gods had the stronger they were. His son Moraigin had actually attacked him years ago and almost won with the power of his believers.
I'm only a 12 year old kid so bare with me
You have alot of creativity for being 12 year old. If you found a better way to format your story to where events seem to be in sequence each other you would be very good!!! Please post more im interested in reading more of your work. Keep up the nice work.
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