"In the beginning there was darkness…"

Void. Empty. Nothing but darkness, a desolate space. It wasn't warm, nor was it cold, there wasn't a "here" and not even a "there", no life, no death, just a singularity wherein even time itself was nonexistent.

There was absolutely nothing, the twinkling stars, the vast cosmos, all of them were never there. Infinite darkness.

It was when something unexpected happened, something that will cease this darkness, a catalyst that will illuminate and give birth to existence itself. This was the First Spark.

Born from the dark dreaded void was this being of pure light radiating through space.

Alas, the array of light ceased, it was as if it was nothing even happened, yet, something did. Unable to see, unable to touch, unable to hear anything at all, but he felt it, he knows he's there, he knows he exists.

He senses the dark, he senses the solitude he was in, he senses his will, the will to break free, the will to unravel this dark cocoon.

Imagination. He could see it. A world filled by light, illuminated by glorious lights, a world where there is beauty, a world which was infinitely vast. Mountains, hill tops, deserts, and plains, rivers, lakes, seas, and oceans.

Imagination. He could hear it. The cry of the wolves, the choir of the birds, the flowing of water, and the majestic gusts of wind, crackling fire, thunder clapping, ground shaking, and life singing.

Imagination. He could feel it. The feeling of happiness, the pain of sadness, the smoothness of the grass, the roughness of the earth, the heat of the flames, the cold freezing ice, the sweet touch of life, and the bitter grasp of death.

Imagination. This is where it all began, the seedling that is yet to bloom, the spark that is to bring such flames that will burn even other flames, a wave large enough to swallow every other wave, a breeze powerful enough to command all wind. It is this blinding light that shall bring forth the dawn of a new era where the night was full of light and the morning was ever so bright.

Light traversed his body, coursing through his blood, flowing through his mind, filling his soul, and empowering his will. Wondrous cataclysm, beautiful destruction, it was a sight to behold, a sight unknown to every single life, a sight before any other sight.

The Spark of Creation.

Imagination drove this divine being into slumber, dreams and thoughts shaping the vast cosmos. Then from his own body, sprouted the shape of the universe, a hundred years later this will be known as the Cosmic Tree, The Tree of Yggdrasil.

Everything that composed of the universe was this very tree itself. Once a shuffled composition of dreams and thoughts, once a seedling of one's imagination, now a colorful, wondrous, and vast realm of creation.

Along with the birth of the universe came the Parenus, the God-children, the fruits of the tree imbued with utmost purity and will. With the Deity of Creation, Yggdrasil who awoke after the aging of the Cosmic Tree, are the first of the Parenus: Acronus the Deity of Time, Lumerius the Deity of Life, and Ptelterplis the Deity of Death.

These four deities came together to form the balance of The Eternal Cycle: Creation (Ylldra), Life (Lumena), and finally, Death (Pterpla), through the endless flow of Time (Acrona). These were the first pillars of the laws of existence that there is a beginning and that there will always be an end.

Looking at the once empty cosmos, once the void of nothingness now filled with lights to behold, Yggdrasil felt warm and pleased, it was the first time he has ever felt such feelings and it caused yet another catalyst which will soon be something that every living being shall possess

It was bright, filled with glowing lights, yet there was something that made the Deity, Yggdrasil feel restless, that there was something missing, that there should be one special fruit within the tree he wants to cherish, and it was at that time he stumbled upon the sight of one of the purest and rich fruits he has ever seen in the Cosmic Tree.

Blessed 'twas, this fruit, and now it shalt be divine, infinitely through my grace…

Harnessing once more the powers of creation, came the existence of one of the most extravagant tools in history crafted by the Deity of Creation: The Sword of Creation, Cretus Telperis. It is by this blade that Yggdrasil pierced through his own soul and tore it in half, binding his form to the pure fruit of the Cosmic Tree.

By this comes a bond greater than any others, for my fate is sealed within thine, and thy fate is sealed within mine…

And so, as scriptures of the First Era says, that the Deity Yggdrasil linked his life with the fruit of his tree, but by doing so, new wonders emerged within the fruit, land came to form, oceans mystically arose, the skies began to change; the bounty of such a pure fruit from the Cosmic Tree.

The Parenus stood near to behold another creation of Yggdrasil, and looking upon his magnificent creation, he said, "Here lies a new world, more vast than the universe, and greater than the tree on which it grew, a realm filled with wonders even that even I cannot comprehend, an infinitely vast realm of imagination."

"Brighter than any star in the sky, greater than this tree where hither thou lie. A world within a world thou truly art, endless grace, a gift I impart. Blessed art thou with infinite wonder, and thus thou art 'Infinia' until the end of forever."

Infinia. The land of infinite wonder and beauty, the land of pure imagination, a realm far greater than the Tree of Yggdrasil, a land where truly nothing is impossible.

It was unmistakable, in a sense. the fruit gave birth to an even greater bounty, richer than any fruit in the Cosmic Tree. It kept growing, its beauty, its wonders, everything. The Deities were looking at something even greater than them, they knew they were smaller compared to the powers of the true essence of imagination.

Let there be life…

Through those words, Yggdrasil borrowed the powers of the Deity of Life, Lumerius and tried creating a figure through the mist of light. Lumerius was pleased at what Yggdrasil was creating, but she knew that there was more to it than just a vessel, she molded a new form, one that represented beauty and reflected the grace of life; the Elves.

Yggdrasil then borrowed the powers of the Deities of Death and Time to mold figures of their own. Both Deities were delightful of the idea and did as they please with the mist of their power. Ptelterplis molded a form of strength, a reflection of willpower and dedication; the Dwarves, while Acronus molded something more fragile, something that fades just like every second in time, a reflection of the Deities' imperfections riddled with freedom and choice; the Humans.

With their shape laid in mist and essence, Yggdrasil constructed their bodies and sent each of them down to the vast world of Infinia and there, Lumerius casted her essence of life to the well-crafted vessels and thus began the First Era of Infinia, the start of the clock of fate.

Elves were gifted with different forms of elegance, grace, and wisdom, with the belief that the nature and beauty of Infinia must be preserved and protected. Dwarves were blessed with strength and dedication, and in amends to the life they were given, they sought to gather many unknown treasures below Infinia to behold the gift to them which is life. Humans were imbued the unquenchable flames of passion to strive forwards despite the endless cycle of life and death.

As years passed, more of the Parenus were born due to the purity resonating from Infinia, and thus their group were called the 'Infinerus Parenus', the Infinian-born Parenus. They were born and classified in lore into different aspects, such as the Parenus of Emotions and the Parenus of Elements.

Yggdrasil, on the other hand, was deeply fixed on creating his divine vessels, one that may co-exist between its own soul and another, and deliberately form a bond with it. It was a being that could reflect the divinity of the Parenus in mortal form and act as the substitute pillars of Infinia if ever the predictions of the Deity of Time, Acronus were to become a reality.

In this era, there was also another unprecedented event, for a day came when anxiousness overcame the Creation Deity, Yggdrasil for he had a doubt that he will never be able to imitate the glories of a Parenus. It may have lasted for a very short while, but it remains that there was a dark energy that was created by such anxiousness which left the Deity's body, and like a disease, it was incredibly small and unnoticeable, but deadly.

As the Deities lives progressed, so does life in Infinia. Elves, dwarves, and humans alike established civilizations, cultures, and beliefs of their own. The first of the elven kingdoms Arivaria, Los'valles, and Eldanya grew in prosperity, the first of the dwarven kingdoms, Khal'ix, Barkhad-durad, and Argonthrold grew in wealth, and the first of the kingdoms of man Deranor and its neighboring kingdom, Azurelar grew in knowledge.

The time also came that new and new life started sprouting within Infinia, different animals, flora, and even other pure vessels molded by the world itself such as the druids who started their civilization in the far south-west corners of Infinia and the sirens established theirs below the deep waters of the middle-eastern oceans.

Infinia brimmed with life all the more with the passing of time, some of the elves met dwarves, some of the humans met sirens, and some of the druids met the ents, but some things were truly unexpected, for the difference of belief, difference of race, and difference of culture sought to bring about a clashing of two entirely different beings.

After seven hundred years of prosperity and peace, came the first death brought forth by the hands of a man named Ferndell Silmarend who raised the banners of war against another human kingdom, and thus came a dark energy that emanated from Infinia and with a catalyst, the darkness that was from the Deity Yggdrasil, there was an evil essence slowly coursing from the world of Infinia to the branch of the Cosmic Tree.

All of the Parenus felt the cold touch of evil, despite the efforts of the powers of the numerous Parenus there were, it was no match against the purity imbued within this darkness, and therefore causing the existence of yet another powerful tool made by the Creation Deity, Yggdrasil, the twin sister of the Cretus Telperis, the Sword of Destruction, Destrus Telperis.

Before the evil could ever scour the vast Cosmic Tree, it was with deep sorrow and tears that Yggdrasil severed the link between the Cosmic Tree and the world of Infinia. Alive it still was for Infinia was bound to the life of Yggdrasil, but the blessings upon it by the Cosmic Tree grew weaker.

Trees, minerals, and all of the natural wonders' rejuvenation were lengthened enormously, and it came into the very world the occurrence of night. Each being now deprived of the endless energy from the Cosmic Tree required rest, and the life span of each were shortened a generation less.

Infinia and the Tree of Yggdrasil's paths were on its way towards ruin as the darkness dwells in its branch unmoving. Deeds of evil and works of despair slowly went rampant in a world that was once peaceful and elegant. A gust of sorrow fell on the Deities and unknowingly empowered the darkness hidden beneath the leaves.

A dark era now approaches as swords and spears were raised in thousands, ideas corrupted, beliefs destroyed as thousands of lives were slain into the void. Clashing of blades, renting of shields, with kingdoms relentless for power, none of them yields. Storms awoke, fires ran free, the blood of the slaughtered flows as far as the eye can see.

Elves slaughtered elves, dwarves slaughtered dwarves, and men slaughtered men, belief, culture, nor race was a factor to them. The race for power the conquest for domination, pride, arrogance, and hate filled each nation/

Yggdrasil grew weary of the events in Infinia and decided that he will keep his vow for Infinia is more than just a world and even more than just the half of his soul.

It was complete, the vessels of his design, the beings that will be the pillars to hold the weight of this world above, the Dragurians, the Dragons.

Men were found to be not the most evil nor pure of heart and it is by this factor that they are easily influenced, thus it was that the winged dragons possessed worthy humans to wield powers that were mortally inhuman, and this was the birth of a new race of man, the Etheran, with the ability to tap into the magical power that flows through the air of Infinia allowing them to give physical form to it.

Yggdrasil was well prepared, but what he never knew was that the darkness that lurks within the branches was also in preparation for this event. Just at the Etheran were slowly bringing the different races of Infinia to peace, a dark entity came into existence within the world. Every living being present as well as the many Parenus watching over Infinia were all frozen with fear, even Yggdrasil.

Clad in a mist of darkness was an otherworldly being, a being that was similar to that of the Parenus, a being that shouldn't even be able to enter the boundaries of Infinia nor take physical form on its very soil, yet it was there.

"It was then that the darkness revealed himself, after gaining powers from the evil of every being may it be man, dwarf, or elf. The pure essence of darkness it was that stood before them, 'Nalgurin', he was, the enemy of Infinia.

From a rift in the ground came monstrous figures void of any beauty nor essence that ran rampant throughout Infinia in thousands and millions. They slaughtered everything pure in its way; man, elf, dwarf, druid, ent, or siren.

The strength of each individual kingdom was no match for the dark forces of Nalgurin. Darkness was on the verge of victory to revert the whole universe to the void it was, but it was through this darkness that each being were brought together, united in a battle to defend their homeland, to defend this world they call Infinia.

It was then that the First Downfall occurred, the Second Era of Infinia. The decisive battle for the fate of Infinia, beings of light and incarnations of darkness clashed in this war, a war that this world and all those who live and breathe its air will never forget.

Hand in hand, blade with blade, shields with shields, Infinia was finally united, united in the single cause to vanquish the evil. Blood filled every river, yet it was not the blood of any elf slaughtering an elf nor a man killing another man, it was the blood of the evil that seek to defile this pure world of beauty.

Nalgurin proved unrelenting, defiling different beings, and giving birth to stronger forces to bolster his armies, drows (the Dark Elves), lizardmen, and finally the most destructive of them all, the Drungar, an abomination wielding powers close to that of a Parenus.

The Etheran then caught attention of Nalgurin, it was unlike any foe he has ever seen. Their purity was an influence that affected even the darkest of his forces, many of the drows came to Infinia's aid as well as factions of lizardmen, realizing that it was not Nalgurin that truly gave them life, but the world Infinia it was, that gave them purpose.

The war was far from over, Nalgurin still conquered many of the lands of Infinia. The Parenus started making their move outside the realm of mortality, they gave gifts of power, grace, and wisdom to many of the beings that sought to defend Infinia.

It was this that the First Downfall was also called the Age of Legends, heroes, warriors, kings, queens, even some townsfolk as well as animals of the forest rose to power against the darkness, many such as the Elven Striders, the commanders of the Unity of the Thirteen, and other legendary figures' such as the Maiden of Los'valles, Arnenya raised the banners for a new peaceful age.

Many of the Deities that reside in the Cosmic Tree used their strength to cross towards the mortal world of Infinia for they too, want to defend the prized fruit of the Spark of Creation, some even led armies that stormed the Northern Continent to destroy Nalgurin himself, but in failure.

Finally, Yggdrasil sent the last of his powerful gifts to two chosen Etherans, and it was by this sacred power shall the pillars of light and darkness be balanced. Known only by the name Erebus and Lucille, the two of them were imbued by the power of Oscurita and Lumeria, balanced darkness and balanced light.

They purified the lands destroyed by the Downfall and along with the Unity of the Thirteen, they pushed Nalgurin bit by bit back to the Northern Continent where he resides.

The losses were countless, the deaths surpassed millions, the rivers of blood kept flowing, but there was still one last battle to be fought, The Siege of the North, as many calls it in the modern days.

Armadas, armies, winged contraptions, every single being of Infinia marched off to the North through whatever means for the final decisive battle for the fate of Infinia.

"Let this day be known as the day in which all life is liberated from the darkness, let this day signify that in the presence of darkness, is the invincible force of all of us here who reside in Infinia. To the Deity Yggdrasil, to the Spark of Creation, and to the world we call Infinia!"

Alas, after months of battle in the Northern Continent, it was finally over. Nalgurin was banished and sealed, never to be seen or felt again. Infinia despite its permanent scar on the Northern Continent as well as the many damages inflicted upon it by Nalgurin, peace is finally restored, the pillars of light and dark, Erebus and Lucille disappeared without any trace of what has happened to the two blessed Etherans who sealed away the enemy of Infinia.

Creatures of the darkness still lurk, but their numbers have been cut in thin sheets, kingdoms and civilizations were destroyed by the Downfall, drows moved to the south-eastern continent and inhabited the land while the lizardmen found respite in the Kha'lix desert, many things have certainly changed because of the Downfall.

Infinia was now on the path to restoration, but the Northern Continent remained uninhabited and scarred by the events of the Downfall. No one dared set foot there for it was believed that the evil remnants of darkness still lurk within its lands.

Kingdoms may have fallen over the course of the war, but new kingdoms are yet to arise from the bountiful ashes of its wreckage, and thus began the Third Era of Infinia, the Era of Unity. Legends and myths, heroes and figures came to fade and pass into tales. The First Downfall was now but an echo in the vast lands of Infinia, and Nalgurin was nothing short of a dark story told to children.

The Deities were believed to have fallen into a deep slumber ever since the war ended, for their presence in Infinia slowly faded, but the memory of their blessings is set in flames within their hearts.

For countless generations, hopefully the peace remains. Hopefully.