The Beginning of The Age of Unrest

The Ancient Ones had existed for eons, born from the infinite nothingness of the abyss. Nothing had ever been known of the outside world, and so their only companions were each other. They existed in a state of perfect harmony, a perfect balance of power and peace. One day, the balanced shifted as one Titan, Xatar, felt stirrings of fear and uncertainty. He looked at his brothers and sisters and could not understand why they shone so brilliantly- but he- he was as dark and as cold as ice. The seeds of Jealousy were planted and grew. One day, when the universe felt still and quiet- Xatar and his sister Letia were walking together. Letia shone brighter than any other. She was perfect- holding good virtue above all else. She always had a way of keeping the peace. Xatar asked "Sister, why do you and Xearin - and others like you get to shine so brightly and Me and Motarr and others cannot?" Letia turned to her brother, shining brilliantly said "Oh Xatar, we do not know the purpose of our father. Perhaps there is no purpose and perhaps the light cannot exist without the darkness." Xatar sneered and suddenly he thrust his cold hand through his sisters chest-ice spread through her veins from her heart and as her light started to flicker, Xatar pulled her in and whispered "No- sister- perhaps it is darkness being stifled by the light." - and he ripped his arm out from her chest, and walks forward carrying a thicker and heavier darkness with him- as Letia laid, dying. Thus the Age of Unrest began. A war broke out through out The Anceint Ones. A battle between light and darkness. The bodies of the fallen ones shaped the lands that we now walk. Centuries passed, and the war came to a stalemate. The accords of balance were created, and a boundary between the graveyard of the titans and the heavens was created. During this time, the remaining Ancient ones created their people, and placed them upon Letia, who over time, had become a lush land, filled with life. In order for them to continue to obtain power, they must be worshiped. As the Age of Unrest ended, the Age of the Gods began.