The universe trembled as if made of flesh when the two greatest dragons clashed in battle: the white dragon Erifarius and the black dragon Striağorn.
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The world had never seen such a terrible battle, and it did not know what awaited it.
But that was later, and first came the story...
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The world of Fae was created with both material and immaterial components. Either the higher powers, beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals, invented a new toy for themselves, or small living organisms, driven by a single impulse, united into highly developed beings. No one alive today can unravel the mystery of the world's creation. But the question of governing the world has not lost its relevance and stirs many souls and minds. The struggle for the validity of one or another ideology to bring the world of Fae to Perfection only revealed it before the destructive force of Chaos. Many noble races from different parts of the universe claimed their involvement in the creation of the world and tried to tame Chaos. But as representatives of noble races faded into oblivion, without even creating a semblance of Perfection, it became clear that they were all impostors who brought the power of destruction into this world.
In the world of Fae, races inhabiting two continents, Ogry and Hair, entangled in numerous beliefs and gods, waged endless wars. Orcs raided the Eltsky Dol, which was inhabited mainly by dwarves and gnomes, who previously coexisted peacefully. But as the warlike orcs seized their lands, hatred and resentment grew, sowing the seeds of enmity between these races. Enraged gnomes divided the land of Eltsky Dol, as a result of which the famous Eltsky springs with healing water belonged to them, and the dwarves were left with nothing. Then the peace-loving dwarves, led by the brave Faulius, went to war with the gnomes. And there was a terrible massacre, which went down in history as the Massacre. The Eltsky springs, stained with blood, lost their miraculous properties, the land of the dol dried up, and the air was filled with fear.
On the continent of Ogry, the race of Humans lived. This race stood out from the main inhabitants of the world of Fae for its higher level of intelligence. Humans fought little, but worked a lot, studied sciences, and achieved certain heights in this field. But, despite their rejection of racial struggle as a way to resolve conflicts, humans had to take up arms and prove their might in battle. This happened after the sage Fionius addressed a crowd of armed Dark Elves, who had come to the walls of the human city not with peace. But the Dark Elves did not heed the voice of reason and goodness, and pierced the orator with a poisonous arrow. The humans were outraged by the treachery and meanness of the Elves, grabbed weapons, and a battle began. Many humans fell under the swords of barbarians, but even more Elves died. The concepts of tactics and strategy of warfare were alien to this ignorant tribe, so the victory went to the humans, but the price for it was enormous.
On the continent of Hair, at the foot of the fiery volcano of the Blood Monster, lived the race of Magmar. Legend has it that these creatures emerged from the depths of the volcano, and molten lava flows through their veins. The Magmar also possessed extraordinary physical abilities and strength of spirit. The leader of the Magmar race was the mighty Andelvan. His power lay in the fact that, unlike representatives of other races, he possessed a small amount of fiery magic, which he inherited from his ancestors. The magical power of Andelvan was contained in the Fire Staff, which he never parted with. When his grandmother Egiam died, she gave her grandson the magic staff, but she did not have time to teach him the art of wielding it. Egiam passed away, and Andelvan, being a very curious boy, developed his magical abilities himself, drawing energy from the Fire Staff. Along with these abilities, vanity, predatory egoism, and a thirst for power grew. Upon reaching adulthood, Andelvan gathered the strongest Magmar and, with the power of his words, convinced them of his invincibility, practically subjugating their minds.
But his magic was not strong enough to become a powerful destructive force that would devour weaker races, so Andelvan decided to pass on his magical knowledge to his brethren, so that the great race of Magmar could conquer the world with fiery magic. But his plans were not destined to come true. The wise men of the humans predicted the death of the world of Fae from "...the hand of a fiery creature with a fiery staff in its hand..."
The humans, horrified by the words of the prophecy, decided to prevent the imminent demise of the world and hired an assassin, Go'Zanar, known for his cruelty. On a moonlit night, the ruthless assassin broke into Andelvan's dwelling and raised his sword over the sleeping Magmar. Andelvan woke up, saw the bloodshot eyes in front of him, and grabbed the Fire Staff. But this did not save his life. The assassin's sword split the staff and pierced Andelvan in the heart. The split Fire Staff lost its magical power and vanished into thin air.
When the Magmar learned of the death of their leader, the thirst for revenge clouded their minds. Blinded by rage, they rushed to destroy everything in their path, sparing neither children nor the elderly. A wave of bloodshed swept through all corners of the world of Fae. The victims of the Magmar's violence were the races of orcs, dwarves, gnomes, hobbits, and elves. As a result, only two races remained in the world - the race of Humans and the race of Magmar. They lived on different continents and waged endless wars, long since losing the true meaning and purpose of their enmity.
After the fierce battles, malice and hatred remained on the ground, which manifested in the forces of death, giving rise to new creatures: zombies, vampires, skeletons. They charged the world with negative energy, introducing a deadly spirit into living beings. Unused magic, lingering in the space of Fae, seemed to try to break through the shell of the world and give it to the mercy of Chaos. An endless barrage of elemental disasters: tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, volcanic eruptions struck the world and depleted its nature.
It seemed that there was no salvation, and soon Chaos would become the sole ruler of all living things, but suddenly the heavens opened, and, swaying in the cradle of the wind, the world was visited by Sheara, the Mistress of Dragons. Her bright face illuminated the heavens, and an aura of goodness seemed to surround her entire being. Sheara called herself the successor of the righteous god A'Aaron, who earned the love and respect of many noble races due to his deep wisdom and justice in resolving disputes.
Sheara looked with sadness at the ruins of the world of Fae and addressed the inhabitants with a speech, which was a prophecy, and she said the following: "Your stars shone in your sky, your leaves rustled on your trees, and birds sang on your windows. You destroyed everything, you covered the earth with a bloody cloth, you scorched the sky with a fiery glow, you exhausted the balance, and gave Chaos the opportunity to reach out and insert its tentacles into the world of Fae. Now, with each new moon, your world will be threatened with destruction and collapse, because the servants of Chaos are uniting and gaining terrible power on the new moon."
"I have come to help you. Using the energy of each race, I will create two dragons. The white dragon Erifarius will be the embodiment of the Humans, and the black dragon Striağorn will be the Magmar. These dragons are my faithful servants, they will be the driving force and will help you repel the onslaught of the servants of Chaos. With the arrival of the new moon, Erifarius and Striağorn will clash in battle, where only one of them can become the victor. The strongest dragon will gain the energy of the other, and then their combined power will be enough to resist the dark spirits of Chaos. And every new moon, as long as you have energy, the dragons will fight, but know that this is not forever, the rest depends only on you..."
