[But he suspected he was gathering what Rhys was attempting to ask. It was not what made them different as individuals, but as a race. Aside from the immortality he supposed.]
There was... a cataclysm during the time of Elvhenan. At one point their was no barrier between the realm from which we draw magic and the realm which we exist in now. Imagine an empire built and shaped with the malleability of a dream, but the permanence of this world as you know it. Entire cities could sit perched in the sky, and one could walk the clouds as if they were solid ground. One's reality could be sculpted as an art. It was as beautiful and wondrous as it could be cruel and hideous.
Then, there was a sundering between realms: the realm of magic torn from the realm of the waking. Our empire was literally split in half. Cities fell to the ground, our people were separated from the magic that was much apart of them as your eyes are to you.
Many lost their immortality, many were enslaved. The humans stole what scraps of knowledge and power that remained of the empire, and destroyed the rest. The boy, Senren, is the child born of those that lost everything, and thus were forced to become human. He inherited the ignorance of a slave, not the magic and wisdom that should have been his birthright.
In short, I am the last of the race that came before, he is what has been shaped by those forced to live in a world broken.
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[But he suspected he was gathering what Rhys was attempting to ask. It was not what made them different as individuals, but as a race. Aside from the immortality he supposed.]
There was... a cataclysm during the time of Elvhenan. At one point their was no barrier between the realm from which we draw magic and the realm which we exist in now. Imagine an empire built and shaped with the malleability of a dream, but the permanence of this world as you know it. Entire cities could sit perched in the sky, and one could walk the clouds as if they were solid ground. One's reality could be sculpted as an art. It was as beautiful and wondrous as it could be cruel and hideous.
Then, there was a sundering between realms: the realm of magic torn from the realm of the waking. Our empire was literally split in half. Cities fell to the ground, our people were separated from the magic that was much apart of them as your eyes are to you.
Many lost their immortality, many were enslaved. The humans stole what scraps of knowledge and power that remained of the empire, and destroyed the rest. The boy, Senren, is the child born of those that lost everything, and thus were forced to become human. He inherited the ignorance of a slave, not the magic and wisdom that should have been his birthright.
In short, I am the last of the race that came before, he is what has been shaped by those forced to live in a world broken.