*kicks the door down* THE VOICES
Anyways IM BACK ON THE LIGHTLARK REWRITE GRIND, more specifically on the characters and worldbuilding. And because I SUCK at getting inspo to, yk, actually write and do so WELL, i've decided to start sharing the concepts here! Starting off with
The most popular interpretation of how their world came to be involves a game between gods. They are known as The Immutables, and they are the god of light, the god of dark, the god of fire, the god of water, the god of air and the god of earth. The land, for them, was a board in which they could showcase their habilities, in an effort to prove to the others that they were the best.
First came the god of water, who covered the majority of the board, leaving less space for the others to play. The god of air followed, and in an act of defiance against this dirty trick, blew such gusts of wind that not only caused for waves to form, but also eroded the high points of land not covered by water, creating mountains, hills and valleys.
The god of darkness, following on the water god's plans, stood from his seat and covered the board in dark shadow, making it nigh impossible for others to plan their moves. But the fire god wouldn't have it, and in his turn he created a mass of heat that he then threw into the darkness, creating thus the sun.
The god of light was enchanted by such an idea, always one less interested in challenges and moreso on beauty and diversions. Thus, they threw shards of light into the newly formed sky, and created the stars, beautiful dots to color the night.
In the end, it was nature's turn. After seeing all that their competitors had created, she wondered what was missing, something that would shock the competition. She took out a strand of her greying hair, and buried it under the ground. From it, grew a grandiose tree, and life sprouted all around it. The once barren board turned into a spectacle of colors in what to them were mere seconds, and the rest of the gods resigned themselves to having lost.
But nature wasn't done, for as victorious as she was she was kindhearted too. She took pieces of rock and mud in her hands, and shaped them into figures that resembled them. She handed the figures to her companions, and offered a rematch of sorts. Each god should create an army of pawns, grant them a power or hability, and then each pawn would be set to fight against others of their own, making it so that the gods may prove their worth again. That's how humanity, and their magic, was believed to have been created.
Then came the animals, the knowledge, the beliefs. Over time the gods grew tired of their game, and left it. But once something begins to fend for itself, it won't be stopped. As the gods went on with their eternity, playing new games and filling reality with creatures of myth and legend, the world of the gameboard continued to grow. And in this world, it was all in apparent peace.
Until the curses were spun, that is.
