The Silver World

The world of Samiare is one shrouded in mist. A silver haze that hangs over all, wisping and drifting in various degrees of obscuring thickness. On clear days, Samiare can see the light of Mirneth as a bright fiery disk that shines through the mist, lighting the silver sky and all she knows beneath. And on clear nights, she can also see the light of Meridel, the Night Goddess, through the haze, which at times can be very bright, and at others, shrouded and dim. Meridel is not alone. Always drifting before and around her is a companion shadow, believed by many to be the body of the Sky Dragon, an ancient evil that was slain by Gods of light a very long time ago. Through the mist, nothing else shines or shimmers in the sky.

The North in which she lives is not full of vibrant colors. A silver sky, and a land of white and grey. The trees that she might see are an equal mix of winter greens and purple pines--a pallet that fills much of her world, even if she does not know it.

The world is very old, and yet still young. Hers is not the first race to walk the lands. The Morkind, humans of the Silver World, are the newest of those to inhabit the forests and plains, but there were many before them. The Old Ones, and the Children of the Old Ones, and the New Children. Strange beasts that roamed free and filled the forests and mountains. Jotuns and giants, and wicked serpents. But nothing of their world is known, having been lost mostly to time and dust.

Of the races of memory, the Sharal are the first. A silver skinned people, capable of great feats using the Silver magic of the world, and immortal--the first Children of the Promise. But their world was lost with many falling into darkness to become the Dursharal, twisted and evil. For them was the First War of the Shadow, which left them all but extinct, and without hope.

To the Morkind, more is known about the Allarie who came after. Another race blessed with the use of magic and long life, but in a world where the Silver was scarce, other sources became their tools. They too fell into darkness and they too became lost from the lands.

Samiare grows up in a world much in the shadow of the Allarie and their sins. For them, the Second War of the Shadow is their legacy. A war in which the Shadow was thrown down, but not slain, for such as he could never truly die--he was imprisoned deep in the rock to keep him from ever rising again. Their legacy becomes the inheritance of the Morkind, as do their lands and their burdens. It is a legacy barely remembered, but one which comes in the night to the home of a young girl on the Norvish plain, and forever changes the Four Lands.

 

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