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Here is the prologue. It is open to editing. The narrator is specified in the speaking parts by any parts that don't have a name in front of them.
In case you are wondering, ignore the absence of evil-ness in Melkor at this point. there is a hint at the end, but I don't totally reveal his insidiousness until later, and his whole plan even later. And just so everyone knows, I used "crumbleness" instead of the correct "crumbliness" because I thought it sounded better.
- Spoiler:
- Six bio-mechanical beings stood outside a large stone door in the ground, waiting. Their names, which have long since been lost to history through the corridors of time, are not important. Each was from a different tribe: fire, water, ice, jungle, sand, and rock. All were prominent figures in their own tribes, but today they had assembled here at the bidding of the Great Beings, Spherus Magna’s benevolent and mysterious rulers. Each had also been given specific instructions to the location of the underground cavern that they now stood in. In the center of the subterranean room’s floor was a great stone symbol which none present knew. Water could be heard dripping from unseen stalagmites on the ceiling high above. No one had spoken since they had arrived individually. The one from the sand tribe stopped twirling the small blade he kept at his side and broke the silence.
Sand: I don’t know about any of you, but I didn’t come here to just sit around here and rust.
The one from the water tribe spoke in a calm, soothing voice.
Water: Patience, friend. The Great Beings have never summoned anyone just to keep them waiting.
The being representing the Rock tribe interjected.
Rock: True, but as I recall, one of my tribe was once sought them out for an audience, and she has not been heard of since. And no one that I know of has ever seen them directly, or at least claims to. Why don’t they show themselves, if they are so wise and powerful?
The one from the jungle tribe turned from examining the walls of the chamber.
Jungle: Who can fathom their wisdom? But I for one am more concerned with the reason for our being here. I was told nothing about this meeting just that it was of the utmost importance.
The being of the sand tribe who had spoken first continued to flick his blade from hand to hand. The hard-looking ice tribe member chimed in.
Ice: I wasn’t told anything either, and I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark.
Rock: I’ll bet they use secrecy to hide their weaknesses. I have to remember that.
Ice: But if they called someone from each tribe here, it must be important. So I will wait. What about you, fire-face? Are you going to stay silent forever?
The one from the fire tribe had been the most reclusive of the gathered beings. He raised his head from his thoughts and addressed his counterparts.
Fire: As our cold-blooded companion here pointed out, there is a member of every tribe on the planet present. I assume we all have the same backgrounds? Warriors, respected leaders of many? The reason we are here must have something to do with that.
The one from the Ice tribe was about to reply, when the stone symbol on the floor moved. It slid neatly back into a crevice, revealing a short flight of steps ending in a concealed room, much smaller than the large cavern above. The gathered beings walked down to the bottom of the stairs, and looked around. The wall were covered in runes which none of them understood. Before anyone could speak, a figure seemed to materialize out of the stone wall. He was hooded and cloaked, tall, yet his face was shrouded in darkness. When he spoke, his voice was deep and imposing.
Morkoth: I am Morkoth. You have each been summoned here for the same reason. Come. Follow and I will tell you of that reason.
The figure walked toward the stairs and began to ascend up them. The Ice tribe member cast a backward glance at the room they were leaving, and then joined the rest behind their strange host.
Morkoth: The Great Beings, of which I am one, have ruled Spherus Magna for hundreds of millennia past. This, you already know. But when in horrible failure of our attempt to build a massive, self-sustaining robot 40 millennia ago, hundreds of lives were lost. Ever since, the Agori villagers have been losing faith in our ability to rule, even as we have doubted ourselves.
Sand: Could you kindly cut to the chase? I’m not interested in a history lesson.
Fire: Agreed. What is our purpose here?
They were in the large cavern again. The cloaked being waved a hand at the entrance to the staircase. The stone symbol slid noiselessly back into place.
Morkoth: As you wish. After much discussion, the Great Beings have decided upon a course of action which will best benefit this planet and its inhabitants.
Water: And what would that be, Great Being?
Morkoth looked from one tribal figure to the other.
Morkoth: You. You will be given control over your respective tribal territories and people. We have watched long, and have observed many like yourselves. But the tribes trust none more than you; they admire you. And so, those of you who wish to accept their position as complete tribal leader, by the authority of the Great Beings you will have it.
All nodded once, aware of the gravity of their startling new situation. Only the ones of the Ice and Fire tribes spoke.
Ice: I will gladly receive this position, for the betterment of my people.
Fire: I think that we all agree to this… Morkoth. But what are the terms? There must be some.
Morkoth paused, then gestured at the walls of the cavern, and six gigantic openings immediately materialized. Inside the openings, there seemed to be representations of each element. There was a lush jungle in one, in another a volcano, in another an ocean, and so on. The proportions were all wrong; none of the things in any of the six openings could really fit inside. But they were there, just the same.
Morkoth: Enter.
After a moment of stunned silence, each approached and disappeared into his element’s chamber. Several minutes later, the same six beings did emerge, but they were altered. Each one was fused with their element. The one of the water tribe was a mass of floating liquid. The former fire tribe member’s body crackled with open flame. The one of sand had a body that constantly flowed with the movement of tiny particles. The others were either as hard as stone, covered in vegetation, or radiating pure cold.
Morkoth: Your species is already in tune with the elements at a minuscule level. That connection has simply been multiplied. Now you are lords over those elements.
The one of Fire gazed at his hand. He opened and closed it, the flame igniting and diminishing with the movement.
Fire: Element Lord… a fitting title.
Jungle: I have never felt like this before, I feel like I am one with the plant life of this world… yet apart at the same time. It calls out to me, as if eager to do my bidding.
Water: I feel the same. The water is flowing… always flowing… like the tides of history…
The Element Lord of Ice closed his eyes, and the cold surrounding him expanded rapidly. The temperature of the large room dropped below freezing for a fraction of a second, then contracted back as quickly as it had gone out.
Ice: So much power, so little restraint. I now feel fit to rule an empire.
Morkoth cut in abruptly.
Morkoth: Your new strength has been given to you to more easily rule your territories. Each of you will rule your own people to the maximum of your abilities, and serve that people’s best interest. Now go, and fulfill your purpose.
The Element Lord of sand gave his rocky brother a playful shove.
Sand: I bet they won’t even recognize you when you get back to your tribe. They’ll probably think you’re a statue possessed by some spirit!
Rock: I could say the same about you, your mighty crumbliness.
Their voices dimmed as each newly formed titan exited the cave the way they came- a cleverly concealed crevice in the rock face. Morkoth, the Great Being, watched them go. He watched the fruit of his scientific labors leave to do their allotted duty. Some of his brothers had thought, and still thought, that it was a mistake to use such beings as these to rule the planet, even after his endless watching and testing. Morkoth did not. In fact, he was certain of it.
In case you are wondering, ignore the absence of evil-ness in Melkor at this point. there is a hint at the end, but I don't totally reveal his insidiousness until later, and his whole plan even later. And just so everyone knows, I used "crumbleness" instead of the correct "crumbliness" because I thought it sounded better.
Last edited by GoldenTahu on 9th March 2012, 12:52 pm; edited 10 times in total
