by Leoma Retan
3 September 2011
A long time ago, when the world was new, there was magic everywhere. Each tree, each rock, every drop of water was filled with magic. Only the old gods lived here then.
As time went on they became bored with each other's company so they began creating other beings that had the ability to think, to speak, and most of all, to create new things. All agreed this was a wonderful idea since there was a great deal of land and very few gods.
First created were the dragons. The dragons were made with an affinity for the air and a deep-seated sense of the natural order of things. They swept over the land on their powerful wings - watching but seldom interfering.
The gods were delighted with their dragons, so after some time watching them they decided to create another race, a smaller one this time. The result was the coming of the race we call the fae, or faeries. This was another flying race but one closely aligned with the trees and plants of the world. As the dragons watched over the great things in the world, the fae looked out for the tiny - those things that the dragons passed over without notice. They were guardians of forest and field and blessed with nearly eternal life. They suffered from an allergy to metal, though, which kept them from some places in the land.
This led to the creation of the elves - related to the fae but a bit larger and without their allergy to metal. When they were created they were a lively race, slender and beautiful, still connected deeply to the land though not so deeply as the fae. In those days, the elves could fly as well as the fae but their magic was not as strong. They were given very long life spans but not the immortality of the earlier races.
The limitations of each race were partly intentional, to keep them from thinking they could challenge the gods one day, but partly due to inattention and bickering between the gods themselves.
Up to this point the gods had agreed on most of the characteristics of their creations but now that the "newness" of creation was past their individual personalities came into play. Each god had his own ideas of what should be created next. Officially they agreed to create a race that would live in the dark places of the earth and watch over them (since none of the races already created cared for the dark).
This is the race we now call the dwarves. The dwarves love the dark caves and underground lakes and rivers of earth. They watch over those places with fierce energy and mine them for minerals that they trade. They generally do not have natural magic except in the specific area of weapons creation. As they grew, some of them learned the secrets to enchanting weapons with various strength and protection spells.
Unofficially, each god and goddess made plans to create a race of their own, according to their tastes. Some were similar and some very different. From these 'unofficial' plans came the various races of humans as well as the fauns, merrow, banshee, demicats, and all the other races. Most of these races have far shorter life spans than the earlier races.
And so started the problems of the world.
You see, all the earlier races spread from harmonious decisions among the gods. These new races sprang from discord and, because of that, carried the discord as part of their basic structure. Some individuals within each race had good natures, watching out for others and trying always to be considerate and helpful to others. Others had selfish natures, not caring about the effect of their actions. Still others were actively malevolent, either to everyone or to members of any race besides their own.
These new races had some natural magic, some more and some less as a group, but generally less than that of the elder races. Among them, there were always a few who had far stronger natural magic than most of their race. Although there was some fighting among these different groups the issues were generally ignored by the gods until one significant event occurred.
One of the humans discovered a way to make an object that allowed him to tap into the magic of the world in order to enhance his own power! The name of this human is unknown (it was so very long ago). He is only referred to now as The Sorceror (as opposed to any old sorceror that you might find now).
The Sorceror wasn't actively malevolent or intentionally cruel, he just didn't concern himself with the effects of his activities on others or on the land. He began experimenting with his newfound abilities. He learned to create a breeze on a hot summer's day. He learned to make lightning bolts from his hands. He learned to change the color of the flowers in a garden. He learned to hover above the ground and float along as if he could fly. And he learned to use magic to kill.
Naturally enough, others saw what he could do and came to him to learn the trick themselves. The Sorceror basked in their admiration and agreed to teach most of those who came to him. Some he could not teach because they simply did not have enough natural magic within them for his techniques (which could only enhance natural abilities) to work.
Once taught the basics, many of his students went on to their own researches into the potential uses. Some sorcerors learned to enhance healing herbs and to diagnose illnesses. Others chose to use their new abilities to create massive storms that wiped out entire towns. Each of them was draining a bit of the magic from the land.
Things might have gone on like this indefinitely if the fae, ever sensitive to the well-being of the small plants and creatures of the earth, hadn't noticed that the flowers were becoming slightly less brilliant and the grass a shade less green in their domains. Concerned with this they spoke to the elves, their closest cousins. The elves had not noticed but when they looked into the matter they found the same thing happening iin Elvish territories.
Together the elves and fae called upon the gods, seeking to learn if this change was their doing. The gods, who hadn't been paying much attention, blustered and fumed in response. They asked why they had been called over such a trivial matter as a shade of green. The gods left still complaining about the imposition, but when they returned to their own domain those who had responded called a conclave of the gods.
Though they wouldn't admit it to outsiders, the gods were concerned because they knew that it was magic that kept the land so bright and green. If that was changing, something was touching the very essence of the world.
When the gods tapped into the world magic they were stunned to discover flows of magic from the continuum of the world to small spots on the surface. Having no idea of the cause, each god and goddess picked a spot and went there to investigate. Every one of them found a sorceror or sorceress working in the very center of the magical flows, draining the magic from the land around them. When they queried the sorcerors as to what they were doing each explained the method of enhancing personal power taught by The Sorceror.
Not wanting change that they could not control, the gods told each of the sorcerors about the effect of their magic on the land and told them they must stop using these methods.
The first few approached were healers. These kind souls were sympathetic but talked about all the good their work had done - healing people who would otherwise have died. Surely a slight change in the shade of green was a small price to pay for such a great reward!. They were very reluctant to give up their sorcery. The gods suspected that even if they did give it up theses sorcerors would revert back if they perceived a very great need for their skills among their communities.
Most of the others, including The Sorceror, approached gave similar responses. The arguments varied depending on the nature of the sorceror but the result was always the same - a detailed reason for why this particular sorceror should not be required to give up the ability.
The Founding Of Fyrnlosing page 2/2.