Forgotten Gears: Prologue"Some years back, in 3047, we humans ruled the world. We had no threats. We were dominating the species, no worries, progressively increasing in our technology and didn`t give a damn about anything else. Well, that was until the Foarlust, 3051, after the polar shift, Destroyer. The scientists continued to say the chances were nearly impossible, and now they`re dead because of it. It destroyed everything. Absolutely everything. Out of nowhere, the new intelligent races emerged because of it. Arachs, Saouls, Morques and the Ondoor. They came from the ground, from the water, from the uncharted lands and from the sky. They were living on our plan
The Oath (Chapter VI The Pathway) The sun was on the verge of coming into the sky. The deep red light took over the cabin, along with the warm damp air. Svenial opened his eyes and to his comfort, everyone was still in bed. He got out of the comfortable bed and looked out the window, into the sunrise. He looked at his arm for no reason. He wondered why. Why him? Why was he born when he was? Why was he a sylvari of all races? Not that he didn`t want to be, but he probably wouldn't of put all those other peoples, his friends, lives in danger. He didn`t feel like a hero, he felt like a follower. Someone who brought people to their death. He almost killed Lyeila the day b
The Oath (Chapter V Gone) Svenial opened up his eyes. The sun was just rising, red as it was the day before while setting. The air was not humid, nor damp, just right. He was the first one awake, surprisingly. Normally it was Lyeila jumping for joy around all of them. Svenial walked to the cliffs edge, sat down and dangled his feet over to enjoy the morning breeze. A few minutes later, Cheonsa woke up, and joined Svenial. "Good morning." She said. "Hey." Svenial greeted. He let out a random subject. "Have you ever wondered what it`s like to die..?" Asked Svenial. "Well.. Every race has their beliefs." Said Cheonsa puzzle