The Origin of Mount Woe: Prologue
Lavos slowly shook himself from the twenty second level of meditation, the closest he ever came to true sleep. Something was happening in the future. He snorted angrily. Just because he could manipulate time didn't mean he liked to. It took far too much effort. He was still too tired at any rate. He would just wait for the future to come to him.
He felt that his carrier was still deep in the ground, gathering magma for when the time came to leave this world. It was an instinct of his kind. This was the first planet he had visited. He had come here as a baby, hurled from his mother's planet too many years ago to count. As a result, this planet had a much longer life than usual, while Lavos grew up.
He then had a realization. That was what had woken him up! He was finally ready to really begin his life. He would drain the planet of it's natural energy, and absorb the DNA of the species that dwelt there. Then he would find another world, ripe for the picking. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he would one day have to fly into a black hole, to make room for others of his kind. But in the meantime, just this portion of this galaxy had dozens of planets to gorge on!
But he was getting ahead of himself with these thoughts. Using his magic to scan the landscape, he saw the planet was still suffering from his arrival. He began to feel a bit of apprehension. Surely some ecosystems had survived to support advanced life forms. Then he detected the humans.
Oh no! These miserable creatures wouldn't do at all! He decided to use a portion of his own powers to help them out. After all, every good farmer knew that he had to invest a portion of his gain back into his stock. That would cause a better result in the end. So Lavos unleashed a miniscule portion of his power out to his humans.
At least, that's what he planned. But in fact, this was the first time he had done this. His magical centers kept pumping out power long after he wanted them to stop. When he finally succeded, he felt so tired that he attached the magical waves to the planet itself, instead of him. He prepared to rest again, but not for long. He would check back in a mere five hundred of this planet's years, to see just what he had done.
He felt smug as he increased his meditation. So he had made a mistake on his first attempt at something. He was new at this. But he would suck this world dry, and no one could stop him!
"Dark force!... Wild... energy!" - Schala
The Origin Of Mount Woe Chapter 1
The Spark Of An Idea
King Vigo of Allegan awoke with the dawn. At least, what he guessed was dawn. The blizzard was raging again, but he seemed to know when the sun was rising. He saw that his Chief Blacksmith, Melchior, was also braving the storm. "Good morning Melchior!"
The man, in his mid thirties, turned. "Morning, yes, your majesty, but it won't be good until the weekly clearing, and Gaspar says that's two days away." He was about to say something else, but a flurry of snow blew into him and he staggered back. "I wish we could find some way of controlling this blasted weather!" He finally sputtered.
"Maybe we can." Vigo muttered, looking at the clouds.
"Dreaming again sire?" Melchior asked. He was used to this sort of thing.
"Not exactly. Yesterday, one of our exploration teams discovered evidence that people weren't always like they are now."
"How so?" Now he was curious.
"Apparently, they couldn't make fire. Many of them froze to death if they were caught out in weather like this."
"But that's crazy! Just a few simple words and you can have a great blaze going!"
"They couldn't. They couldn't control anything in their world."
"To die... For want of a few simple words..."
"Anyway, one record, nearly a thousand years old, says that everything started to change suddenly. People started having partial control of the rocks, fire, and such. Not nearly like today, but it helped. It looks as if we've steadily been gaining power for almost a millenia."
"Control of rocks, you say..." But Vigo was no longer paying attention. Standing at the entrance to one of the largest caves in the kingdom was the object of Vigo's affection, Zeal. Melchior smiled. Until Vigo had met Zeal one of the rare nights he came to the public fire, Melchior had been afraid that their new young king had no people skills.
Now Vigo was at the fire every night, trying to woo her. He did not know that Zeal was one of the most sought after maidens in the kingdom. Or that she had turned down every potential suitor so for. Or that she was not the least bit impressed by the fact that he was the king. He did know that she was very intelligent as well as beautiful, and that was why he preffered her to all the airheads pining for him.
"Uh, yes?" Vigo turned around sheepishly. Melchior had brought him back to the present. He found himself resenting it. "Excuse me a minute, Melchior. I'll be right back."
Zeal turned and walked back into the cave the moment she saw Vigo heading her way. "More control over the elements huh?" Melchior wondered. "Perhaps someday we can rise above the limitations of our climate."
"How did we come by our powers? And why do others lack them? Who cares?!" - Anonymous