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In the beginning, there was only one thing. That which can neither be created nor destroyed. Energy. Energy in it's pure, primal state. That energy, however, somehow gained sentience. Or was it always sentient? No one knows. The sentient entity of Energy, Prime, decided to create a world. Or was it always it's purpose? Again, no one knows. The world that Prime created was called Aether. Upon creating Aether, however, Prime, being the primal form of energy that could neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed, realized that as he created the world he poured himself in it. Upon creating Aether, he had given all of it's elements both energy and sentience. The sentient creatures that were born out of this fusion each had control over certain elements of the Aether, although none had full control over all of them. These beings, Prime called Gods. Along with the Gods, Prime had also created several creatures.
As time passed, the Gods that dwelled in Aether realized that they lacked something. They constantly grew weaker, losing control over their elements and experimenting several afflictions. Upon extensive research, they finally found out what was it: The Energy. It was the primal form of energy within them that gave them both their sentience and the power to control the elements of Aether. However, as they used their powers, the Energy within them started running low. The Gods needed to find a way to reverse this...
...And they did. Each God had something within Aether that could replenish their primal Energy when absorbed, consumed, or otherwise. The Gods were relieved of their concern when they found out this, and thus began consuming the resources of Aether and living a good life.
It was then that they distanced from each other. Some went to live together on different parts of the world, and some lived in solitude. They all took reserves of their "Fuel", and created their homes.
However, nothing lasts forever. Many aeons after those events, the resources of Aether, the world that the Gods had claimed as their own, were running low. Prime would not answer the calls for help of the Gods of Aether. They were alone. They needed to find more resources, or else their inner Energy would run out and then they would cease to exist. As if they had never existed in the first place.
And that is how this story began...
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Aether, Higher Plane
East Hemisphere Wastelands
Kaaysel, lord of Weaponry, Alchemy and Daring Deeds, strolled around his castle, pondering what to do next. His reserves of Fuel were running out quickly. He had dispatched hundreds of Unicorns with his bare hands, and stored their blood in special vials he kept on an underground vault in his castle.
He had tried everything within his domain to synthethize his Fuel, and that of his brother. He even wasted several vials of Unicorn blood in fruitless research. Everything he tried had failed. Time was running out, and he was desperate.
Finally, a thought shoved all others away. Kaaysel began babbling like a mad scientist.
"Energy within... He did it... We can too!... The principle of equality... Repeating what has been done..." Were the words he said without any apparent order as he rushed outside of his castle, opening it's doors by summoning a warhammer.
The task he was about to take was a daring one indeed, but it fit just fine with him. Kaaysel was the lord of daring deeds, and by Prime he would prove it.
So he rushed to his brother's flying fortress, and with the powers of Alchemy broke inside. Not too abruptly, but abruptly enough for his brother to notice. He knew that his brother, too, was running out of Fuel, as well as pretty much all of the Gods. Soon Aether would become part of Prime again, as if none of them had ever existed.
"Valtherzaw, we need to talk. Now." He shouted from the gates of his brother's fortress.
