Sacred Spirits

High up in the kingdom of all heavens, a swirling life of happiness and contentment surrounded the many beings. They had came from so many different ways of life, and yet they had many of the same common history of toil and danger. Many had known the depth of feelings and emotions of war and terror. They had fought for their realms, for their kings, and for their families, but again the common factor between them was the fight for freedom.

That had bought them the loss of love ones, of brothers and sisters. It had fulfilled their lives with the experience of warfare beyond other mortals. For their bravery and sufferings, the gods had mercy on them, and for that, they allowed them this one last lofty existence.

However, it would not ...or it could not... deter their minds from a great disturbance. It reverberated through out the heavens, and it begged and pleaded for notice. A great cry arose from the many, as the anguish washed over them.  They realized they were not finished, not done, after all that they had been through. A great injustice existed, and they knew in an instant it would only be them to answer the call.

Not wanting to go, but knowing it was inevitable, they turned to each other. As their minds asked and answered to each, it was clear that they would be leaving....again. The sadness and distant cries of anguish permeated the heavens, and below it began to rain tears. Mists began to form and moved about as if an unseen chain kept it from disappearing. The disturbance grew. Lightning struck across the darkening skies, and the thunder boomed with a deep resonance. Suddenly a shower of sparks appeared and began to spiral downward. Moments later several meteors shot downward in a fiery blaze as if they were heading for hell itself.

As all the elements of life seem to drop and drive towards the earthly realms below, one last cry could be heard well above the din. It was the torment of the gods released, as they realized all their efforts had been undone by mortals. They called and cried, but they also released their blessings upon the falling warriors of the heavens.

The blessings circled and wrapped around the mists, the tears of rain, and of all the elements as they flew to the ground. It seemed as if the whole world had collapsed, and a crushing end was so near....so close....inevitable.

Hydaelyn Awaits

In the realms of Eorzea all was in turmoil, and many beings remained hidden. Those who could no longer stand the injustice of the Garlean's destruction of the land, the people, and of all things good, pleaded and prayed to the gods for help.

Ala Mhigo, the greatest stronghold of the city states had fell nearly fifteen years earlier and with it the hopes of freedom crumbled as well. As each city state began to dissolve, families, communities, and every known warrior began a never ending exodus across the once peaceful lands of Eorzea.

On this very day, on the same morning as well, the sky darkened. This was no common storm coming from the east as usual, but an eerie darkness appeared high above where only the eagles dared to fly. This caused many people to stop and peer upward. It was as if time had stopped still for only a moment, but in ones heart for a lifetime.

A grey fog appeared and began to settle upon the land. It was thick and swirling. If you stared at it long enough there seemed to be someone or something moving quickly around inside of it, but no one could be sure. Then loud whistling noises began. At first they seemed insignificant, but grew louder and more piercing. People began to shout and run with fear. Others were petrified, as now the lightning struck several times. Trees ignited into flame, but suddenly the fires would disappear quickly. Then the thunder started, and many quickly ran for their lives. Fear was everywhere, and yet no one place was untouched. A groaning and increasingly loud sound began, as the meteors reached the atmosphere around them. They cracked loudly, and the very air seem to distort and hiss as they struck the ground.

As the dark and ominous morning grew towards noon, animals could be seen diving off cliffs or jumping into the lakes and streams only to drown. A constant wailing noise had gone on for hours, but was always in the background. It caused everyone to feel dread, and a feeling of emptiness in their hearts. Out from the shore a cyclone appeared from the high clouds above. It twirled and turned violently as if angry. Something was there though. Many who were brave enough to watch, soon seen a great ship appear just as the cyclone dissipated and pulled back up into the heavens. The ship turned slowly as if on the prowl and disappeared off into the horizon. Eorzea now held its breath, as the anger of the gods surrounded them. A power was here now, and though many were afraid, many were also encouraged.

So in this time of hell and death, was how these powerful and intelligent spirits came to the lands of Hydaelyn. It was the very beckoning of the people that pulled them here. Their  prayers to the gods were answered at last. The blessings that surrounded and protected these new warriors made them into a divine group of brothers and sisters that soon would begin the greatest of all wars.

The Battle for Eorzea, was now at hand for those who became known as the Divine Kindred.

~Committed to paper by Fyrewyzrd Cleverpyros, 2010