Academy of War: Rise and Fall of Deities

[ghost 9]

"From the very beginning of the creation of the universe, there has been an ever evolving civilization, called the Harex's. However, They came to be known as 'angels' and 'demeans' in two hundred BC. The reason they were named this, is because they had powers beyond the capabilities of the humans to grasp. They were revered as gods, demeans, sacred entities, and so much more all around the world. Humanity was not but 1 of the indigenous civilizations on the planet, and only the second most evolved species on it. The demeans came to be known as such, and given a history of dark backgrounds, due to their utter hatred towards humans. This disagreement between 'angels' and 'demeans' resulted in an inevitable civil war. While the 'demeans' were beaten, they were all but powerless against the 'angels' will. They continued to plague the human's world for centuries, until a truce was made with the 'angels' and 'demeans'. They then developed a way to create a small pocket in space, and made their home their, after creating a body of land, and synthesizing an atmosphere for their planet. Afterwards, the landmass was split into two, as yet another war broke out, but this time leading to a stalemate. While the 'demeans' side had begun to rise in power, the 'angels' had seemed to halt and not be capable of advancing. After the split, each side had formed these academies where they would train their new born warriors in swordsmanship and helped to make them stronger. The 'angels' believe they were a far more advanced society, and more civilized, and therefore did not deem education in public areas and on such a mass scale to be effective. They kept education up to the parents.

As each of the differences altered their societies, and the 'demeans' growing stronger in both number and skill, the inevitable war would soon follow. They sent member back onto earth in preparation of war, setting up designs on what to strike first, who to kill, and all of that. Of course, the war that followed, where we lost our strength, where we fled into the halls of man, where we had to hide in their society, dealing with all of the pain that the attempted genocide had caused, and that we no longer could return to our home, was unbearable. Many of our warriors who survived committed suicide or were caught or killed. Those who truly wished to survive, would assimilate to the human's way of life, and live with them until the 'demeans' decided to reign down upon them and slaughter them all. It's only a matter of time before they find us, and everyone knows that they will some day, but for right now, we live on with our immortal lives, hoping that everyday we can avoid detection, that our families will not be killed, but knowing that everyday we are there, is another day that we are risking their lives. How, though, could someone rip themselves away from their last shred of sanity or happiness? How could one cope through such a thing?

My name? It's Jacob, former leader of the 'angels' for over 6 centuries. One of the only survivors of the massacre that occurred at the hands of the 'demeans', or the Dark Harex's." Jacob spoke to his sun, who began to wiggle in the crib he was in. "I know you wont remember this for a while, but I still think that you should be able to know your heritage, your powers, and your future that is to come." He told the baby that was already asleep in the crib, and then he began to trail off speaking...

(That was chapter 1, hope you liked it, and I'll be posting the actual action soon, just hang on for the next chapter and I gaurentee some actual heavy fighting. )

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