Vitiosus's Rebirth

[Blacksmith]

In this world, the life of a wizard is the greatest consuming of life one will ever achieve. Breaking through many lives of reincarnation till they reach great power among all beings. As such, there was one great being that had found so much power and had lived nearly one thousand lives of men that his strength could destroy the world many of times. This man was named Aquilus Flamma and was known to hold such great powers of fire that he could burn an ocean at will. But as any man's search for power he only wanted more and this lead him to the greatest source of fire anyone could ever dream of controlling...the sun. With using a spell of shields he put himself inside a sphere of constant oxygen and from moving into space raced toward the sun. It was many years before he came to it and even so he could not get any closer than a thousand miles.

With his greed of power he gently pushed his hand out from the sphere and ignited a flame, it slowly reaching out until it connected to the sun itself. He used this as a strand to gain the power of our sun and slowly he had begun to notice he was being pulled into the gravitational pull of this giant star. Even with such power he could not pull away from the sun's great hold upon him and eventually he began to feel it's burning wrath as he continued to get closer. However, he knew his death was assured, but this did not stop him from using all the power he had to lunge himself into the planet and erupted a great spell upon the sun. This spell was not a water spell or a fire consuming spell, but a consumptious spell. As he died a seal formed above his body and once his last breath came to be all of the oxygen around this massive star began to pull into the center of this seal. In fact from the view upon earth you could see the flames of the sun gently dieing out as the one thing that kept them alive was being absorbed into this one great spell. All the light of this universe faded into something but a pitch black hole and soon a explosion erupted and the star burst into trillions of pieces floating in everything direction from the power of the spell.

This man had destroyed one of the greatest assets to the world we live on and with that darkness took over. In this point of history the year stood out as 62,320 B.C.. This age was the age of great beings such as Behemoth Angels that were related to dragons. There was also many other races, such as Ancient Caelum which were creatures of the sky that lived upon a enchanted Island that floated in the sky itself. There was also elves, dwarves, druid's, Laith's (Light warriors that were the parents of the valkyries), ogre's, demon's, and pure blood Malicaist, which were the greatest creatures of the dark world. Their appearance was random, being the size of a giant or the tall nature of a human. But they were greatly feared with their power of darkness and evil itself.

However, during the year of 43,550 B.C., a new race came upon this world. They were known as Crysterian's and were the race dubbed as Blasphemous Children because the way they were created was not natural. However, even with numerous times of trying to kill this race all were unsuccessful since the knowledge of what they could do was so little. From there this race only continued to strive on a great path that lasted for 44,650 years where they even created their own country, government, and way of life. And not a single being of the ancient or new world could come to destroy them, except one betrayal. One man who was recently bitten by a crysterian had come to confess their secrets to one of the last Malicaist alive and with this knowledge this one great dark creature by the name of Cura Extrico brought his army down upon this race and devistated the entire country.

Cura hunted down almost every single Crysterian until only few were left and with the small numbers he sent out smaller squads to eliminate them. This happened within a hundred years with the destruction of this race. So now the year is 1200 A.C. and many old races have died away also. But there was something the world did not suspect...the birth of the last Crysterian which had happened 926 years before. No one knew his name or where he came from, but he hid within the shadows as not a soul knew what he truly was.

This world is a world without light, a world with nothing but fear and true evil. Those who wish to bring back their source of light are killed everyday and despair is the greatest emotion of all. But even with such things in front of this last man, he puts himself on a pilgrimage. And it is a pilgrimage of death for he has declared war upon humans with no army. Though this is only a rumor, many villages has already been strangely destroyed. The ways of old are creeping back into the world, something it about to happen.

NOTE: This story is created from the historic events of the race I created for my RPB character and I thought it would be interesting to bring it up here. To RP something original and not based on a FF game. Enjoy. OOC Thread link below.

http://www.thefinalfantasy.com/forum...649#post797649