Prologue: Welcome to the New World: Empire Rising
Such as most stories, we shall start at the beginning; the beginning of the end…
Yellow Stone National Park: December 25, 2055.
Mother nature has always triumphed in the presence of their child, and such when the Earth had enough of his war and destruction she decided to unleash a wrath unlike any humanity had seen in a millennium. Prophets of science had long since predicted the volcano’s eruption, yet their calculations were off by a few thousand years or so and none could have possible have fathomed the destruction that was soon to follow.
Fire struck the sky, an inferno of hell’s wrath, society had thought that the bombs of man would have brought the world to her knees, yet her curse was her last resort to rid her world of the parasite of humanity. The curse of god was swift, and just… a firm hand of fury which quickly swept across the Americas.
This day was marked by many names: The day of death and despair, some called it doomsday, the biblical Apocalypse or the deeded Armageddon… the names are but the same.
Myth has taken on several forms yet one saying stands out from the rest. To look upon the Earth and her death from the phoenix point of view. Meaning that death to her was that of the beginning of a new existence a transformation upon that of a global scale breathing new life.
Life after death…
Legends, with no truth held within their solidarity, myths passed by generations to follow. History shall see them as such, and no one will know the what truly happened upon that faithful day.
History has concluded within its record that darkness soon followed. Cast forth by a cloud of shadows. A veil of toxic smog that now hovered over her body, smothering the light from sight. Sunshine, freedom, and the pursuit of happiness all soon vanished… Under the shadow of night, which forever loomed over the Earth and her entirety, so it remained for a total of five years. When the cloud finally withdrew, the damage was astronomical. The exact identities of those whose lives had been taken by that of the great umbra, their faces, and souls remain but a mystery. Erased; buried in the ashes of the fallen world. Records of the time are scarce yet from what I could find, they calculate that the total death toll was approximately three billion thirteen thousand eight hundred and fifty-two; give or take a few hundred or so. Humanity was now an endangered species.
Once upon a time, there lived a planet of blue, the sky full of plentiful air and her body full of life. That was a lifetime ago and such now her world had turned toxic, the atmosphere poisoned the air all but scarce, life but a dream… a nightmare…
Toxicity had taken claim to the Earth the balance between humanity and the host world had been distorted after years of proclaiming his dominance, she could endure his oppression no more; no longer afraid of her abuser Earth had finally cast humanity adrift.
Abandoned, her children were forced to flee their world of lost empires. Relinquishing their claim upon their home. Taking a final glance at the sky above, humanity hung his head in remorse. It was time for the child to leave home. Claiming what was left of their technological empire and retreating to safety. Humanity took not to the sky, yet down, deep into the underworld the caverns of bomb shelters built upon generations of fear of the inevitable destruction.
Dwelling into the soil, humanity built their new empire the city of Folkvangr.
Adaption is the key to survival, a well-known fact as such that the human spirit dies not easily. Humanity does not crumble and crack under pressure instead they flourished, blossoming and blooming with life. Humanity had been reborn. The regime of mankind would rise once again… According to my research approximately 150 years after the earth’s destruction humanity and the clustered city of Folkvangr had reached its population limit… Revived from the dead, no longer week nor was he feeble. Humanity had grown to be a strong and formidable people. It was during this time of progress that Folkvangr could no longer sustain that of his people.
Options were limited, to return to the surface was but to invite death upon one’s self, yet it was a cause that the new found elected leader (Emperor Freyia) deemed all but necessary. Drafting an excavation into the unknown, they were to be the first to set foot into the new frontier. Diverging humanity into the new age of science and exploration, it was safe to say that they knew not what to expect yet nothing could have prepared them for what was yet to come; for not soon upon arriving upon the surface did they realized that they were very much not alone…
Welcome to the New world…
Earth, reborn and full of life. In the absence of humanity life had managed to thrive; and such resided a new dominant species. Evolution had taken hold casting forth from the pit of hell a race of surface dwellers. Human in appearance their size gargantuan in the presence of humanity. The true survivors of the apocalypse.
Mutationem: Latin word meaning a changing.
Chang is the progression of all life, yet mankind saw no such beauty in the eyes of the rivals, Marking the indigenous creatures as demons vile, and evil. Named simply as mutants…
Earth had been resurrected, her air breathable once again; such nature flourished. Trees long since grounded, dug thick twisted roots that had took hold of the earth transforming a once barren landscape of sand, dust, and ash, into a sea of green, and prosperity.
Life had taken hold once again…
Mother Earth lived and thrived in the absence of oppression. Animals thought to have been long since extinct now roamed freely no longer under the constant threat of man and his toxicity. Rivers of dry cracked soil and dust had been rejuvenated and purified now flowing fresh and clean; streaming across the prosperity of the new world that had come to replace the barren ashes of humanity’s lost civilization.
Truly such an act was the work of a miracle, or perhaps the will of magick … This was the coming of the Age of New Earth, known by the people of their time as the New World.
Beauty had a way of corroding beneath the heavy leaded feet of humanity. The planet was doomed to that of their tirade from the moment her child had awoken from their underground hibernation. The return of humanity was far from welcomed in the watchful eyes of the Earth. She pleaded and wept in remorse tears streaking down from the sky for she begged humanity to change that of their venomous ways. Sadly, the cries of Mother Earth fell upon deaf ears for the ways of her child was too deeply driven into the heart of instinctual nature. The cycle was doomed to reset, and such the inevitable was concluded.
War had taken the planet by force, casting the New World once again into the realm of shadows. Humanity had been under siege for well over a decade for it appeared that humanity had found a species as stubborn to face death as that of himself. The war between humanity and mutant had begun casting the shadow of darkness upon New Earth once again…
Blood stained the dawning of the new civilization. Humanity had suffered a great loss; death seemed to be the curse of its species, and such the fatality toll to its people had reached to the unfathomable level…
I went over the calculations twice to make sure that my data was not flawed, much to my dismay the records for that era are all the accurate. Over twenty million perished during the war… there was to be no burial, their bodies left to rot upon the soil, for which they fought to proclaim.
War of the species, man vs. mutant brought on by that of humanities own arrogance, such an exhausting game… one that waged one for countless decades.
Tired and haggard; it seemed that there would be no end to the insanity yet sacrifice comes not without chance and such in the case of humanity it eventually came to reside in the hand of victory.
The day was a November twenty first on the 70th year of humanity’s resurrection; it was upon that faithful day that humanity reclaimed dominance and hold upon the New Earth. A false claim it may have been, for humanity had abandoned their rights to the planet long, ago. Yet victory is for the persistent such persistence and humanity tend to go hand and hand.
Walls; twelve of them; one for each new world territory serving as a barricade from the mutant threat. Scientists and architects took to the design and after countless acts of trial and error they finally found the perfect mix of strength; their structure built out of iron, steel, and the most impenetrable of alloys. Such came to rise the great barriers; serving as protection for humanity.
Towering the walls were a force to be reckoned with. Dominating and omnipotent reaching to the sky above they cast shadow upon the enemy shielding humanity in the bubble of their world. Humanity, and mutants divided and for the better… The curse of bloodshed between the two seemed to have come to an abrupt silence. Ushering in a new state of serenity unlike any seen in well over a century. Peace had come to the heart of mankind and humanity flourished once again.
Humanity had become far too comfortable in their new home and empire. Never had there been a time of such prosperity, and for nearly two decades there came to be not one mutant attack. Times had changed, and the warriors of humanity soon came to forget that of their past. The mutant threat came to be but a distant memory. No longer was humanity under sieges and life had become all but tolerable, such led to the inevitable growth and prosperity of their newfound economy.
Times of peace such are short lived in the cold callous heart of humanity; they give rise to false hopeless dreams that are prone to that of the delusional mind.
Two eyes in the dark
It creeps through the night
Out of sight
It walks when we sleep
Hear it creep
Hear it creep”
– Mother Freyia’s Nursery Rhymes for the Sound of Mind