Comic:Warriors of Polithia
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| Warriors Of Polithia: Chronicles of the Final Nine | |
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| Artist: | Megan Murad |
| Writer: | Megan Murad |
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| Updates: | Monday, Wednesday, Friday |
| Began: | April 27, 2006 |
| Ended: | n/a |
| Art style: | Multiple-Panal Manga, PNG, Comedic, Drama, Epic |
| Rating: | Web 14 |
| Website | Website |
Summary
It began long ago, when the universe was blank and bleak with darkness. Only the stars burned brightly. No physical life existed, and no planets were formed. Souls, if they could be referred to as such, wandered mindlessly through the emptiness, seeking nothing, accomplishing nothing, aware of nothing.
But two such souls were not mindless. Each were created with a purpose, each bestowed the powers of creation. One of the souls wandered into the stars. It burned to create something of beauty. Driven by a boundless desire, It formed spheres of great purity and loveliness. Its joy was immense, and It was filled with love for the beauty of Its creations. Slowly, however, the love grew to protectiveness, then to mad obsession. Thrilled with Its accomplishments, It went further into the bleakness of the universe to create more pure beauty, more color in the stretch of dead space.
But, what are deserted lands, thought the other soul, without someone to work it into life? It, without the knowledge of the first, took the planet Earth and gave it water. Deep, desolate craters that stretched for thousands of miles filled with the precious fluid. The soul gave it life. Grass, flowers and trees stretched up, easing from their birthplace beneath cracked, dry dirt, throwing the world into vivid, pulsing colors. From its mind bloomed a miasma of creation, from its ideals the harmony of natural beings. To protect its adjustments, it formed a barrier to block the harsh rays of the nearby stars.
It was not enough. All of the life would crumble with no one to care for it. The soul made physical beings. Humans, animals, monsters; all were born at that time. Exhausted from overwork, the soul fell back and watched Earth. The people, for a long time, lived in peace. They acquired customs, an aspect of the living that the soul had never seen nor experienced. They were by far more intelligent then the mindless beings that sought aimlessly for nothing. There was rarely conflict. There was mostly love, another humanity that the soul had yet to discover. But the soul learned it, and grew to love its creations as the other soul had. Most importantly, however, the soul grew to love its people and the strangely appropriate lifestyles that they lived. In time, the soul was taught the importance of names. It was named Rath by the people of faith, and dubbed a male over soul, the bringer of joy and good fortune, eternal god of prosperity.
However, after two centuries of wandering, the first soul returned. It was outraged to find Its pure planet defiled with life. It turned on Rath, threatening to destroy everything. It planted new thoughts into the heads of the beings on Earth. Death, destruction, prejudice, pain; all foul byproducts of Its rage. It turned them against one another. Soon a war began, a battle blinded by blood and dust and tears. Those not influenced by the soul could only hide and pray to whatever higher powers that the madness stop. “Help us escape this chaos!” they would cry. Thus the soul became Chaos, master of manipulation and vengeance.
Rath, seeing the danger of extinction of his people, created a being that would lead the good to a better life. She was Giulia, a powerful sorceress at only sixteen years of age. A diamond---the source of her powers---rested on her brow. At birth, Rath bestowed upon her one wish, and only one, to be used at any time in her life for any reason. She began to gather the innocent and wounded people of Earth, taking up arms to lead her own small army in search of them. Her task had nearly been completed when Chaos discovered her to be Rath’s human ally. One moment, just one, it possessed her wounded companion as she marched with him in her arms. He plunged a dagger in her heart. Enraged, her followers tore him from her arms, but none could stop death from taking her.
As she fell, she wished for a powerful being, with the spirits of the elements to aid it, to be awakened when she died, so that the task at hand could be quickly finished. The crystal on her forehead, much to the dismay of those around her, shattered into nine shards at the impact. Their hope faded, their spirits sank. Wails welled and washed over the masses. The brutal fighting grew closer, and they prepared themselves for death, praying fervently to their many gods.
But, suddenly, the shards shook, then flew high into the air and plunged down to bury themselves into the hearts of nine humans. The powers manifested themselves within their once mortal bodies, carrying them forward to meet with Rath while the others followed them.
Rath lent the nine his powers of creation. Using that power, the nine created a world far from Earth and the other "pure" planets that Chaos had created. The world was lush, with crystal clear water and rich soil for planting. They constructed a fire haven for creatures of the flame, and a realm of eternal iciness for those of the cold. After returning to Rath His power, Rath transported the human, monsters, and animals that were gathered to the planet, named Polithia.
Once there, the Royal Nine built a castle surrounded by nine tall, thin towers. Each contributed their powers to their own tower, thus leaving them drained, motionless, trapped in bodies that could not or would not move. Rath mercifully took their pained lives away, and they were reincarnated into human babies both on Earth and on Polithia. Chaos attempted to break through the seal around Polithia, but it was too strong. The Nine were reborn continuously, each time returning at some point in their lives to the castle and fighting to keep Chaos out.
One day, centuries after the birth of the planet, Chaos broke the seal, and Its evil swept like a plague across Polithia, causing death and despair wherever it went. However, with the Nine and Rath opposing It, It stood no chance of beating them. It was repelled by their might, sent to the furthest corners of a distant universe. They believed that they had seen the last of the evil, and celebrated Its defeat merrily, believing that they would be able to live their lives without fear of looming evil. They grieved over the death of their allies, for only five remained after the battle, but the four remaining moved on. Three ventured to Earth, leaving the other two behind to tend to other affairs. They were so happy that Chaos was gone. They were free to live their lives as they so chose.
Until It found Its way again.
