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Liurnia Of The Lakes Elden Ring

the legend of the creators of the univers

Before time and matter, when everything known did not yet exist, there dwelled the Creators—eternal beings born from a paradox: natural forces that created their own existence. Gifted with infinite power, limitless ideas, and an absence of malice, the Creators shaped what we now understand as reality. With an infinite source of matter and creativity, they embarked on their titanic task: the creation of infinite universes. When their infinite matter was exhausted, they made a radical decision: to concentrate everything into a perfect sphere, smaller than a pinhead but with infinite mass. This act of perfection culminated in an explosion that divided existence into thirteen primordial universes, each with its own expansion and laws, governed by gods chosen by the Creators. In their most ambitious work, the Creators forged souls, imperfect entities with the capacity to perfect themselves through an endless cycle of life, death, and purification. Though burdened with emotions, souls possess the potential to achieve perfection by reintegrating into the grand universal cycle. While emotions spill over as imperfect residues, souls unconsciously create new worlds, perpetuating the cosmos's expansion. However, everything is destined for an end: an inevitable collapse where the thirteen universes will converge, destroying all matter. From this end, the void will arise once more—the eternal home of the Creators—where they will continue their endless work, a cycle of creation and destruction that never repeats but also never concludes. "The Legend of the Creators" is a reflection on infinity, perfection, and the constant search for meaning in a boundless universe, where every imperfection and every cycle are part of a grander design that transcends human understanding.
TRH_ · 62 Views

Reborn As A Ring

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.
Soul_Monarch000 · 35.4K Views

The spirit of the sword

In a world veiled by clouds of mystery and darkness, there existed an ancient sword, devoid of engravings or symbols. Its edge was sharp as knives, and its power was as deadly as a raging storm. It was said that the sword was a tool of destruction, controlling those who wielded it. Yet, what no one knew was that the sword harbored a dark power beyond human comprehension. The sword passed through countless hands over centuries—from one warrior to another, from one killer to the next. Each person who possessed it left behind a trail of blood and death. With every swing, the sword brought chaos and ruin. But it was not just a weapon of death; it carried a dark soul, an unseen spirit lurking deep within its blade. Then came a day that changed everything. A dark entity, unlike any creature known before, entered the sword's world to alter its fate. This being decided to merge the sword with the body of a boy named Yuri, an ordinary boy unaware of the power about to take hold of him. When the sword entered Yuri’s body, strange transformations began. Yuri was no longer just a boy; the sword became a part of him. And the sword, no longer a mere piece of metal, unleashed its deadly spirit to take control of Yuri's body. The sword's power filled his being, while Yuri's soul began to fade into the depths, gradually becoming nothing more than a faint whisper. The more Yuri tried to resist, the stronger the sword became. It dictated every movement, every step, every breath. Yuri fought against the sword's control, but its power was too overwhelming. Over time, Yuri's spirit dwindled until it was barely noticeable, leaving behind a fragile trace. No one knew the true secret of this sword. It remained entirely unknown, and the boy's body it inhabited became shrouded in mystery. The sword had a will of its own and an immense, limitless power. The dark entity, the only one aware of the sword's secret, could not predict what would unfold after the transformation. As time passed, the sword began to undergo yet another change. Yuri continued his struggle, but the sword's power was indomitable. In rare moments when Yuri’s consciousness surfaced, he tried to rebel against the sword. But the sword itself was now embroiled in an internal conflict—between its own dark force and Yuri’s desperate fight to reclaim himself. In the end, the sword became a dark power enveloping the boy’s spirit, yet it also turned into something extraordinary in this world. Those moments of internal struggle would ultimately determine their fate—and the fate of the entire world.
OneeSS_ · 2.3K Views

The Beast Rings

In a world once dominated by beasts of unimaginable power, humanity clung to survival with the fragile shield of magic. These creatures—swift as storms, strong as mountains, and capable of wielding the very elements—were gods of the land, while humans were little more than prey. For centuries, mankind fought valiantly but always at a loss. Then came the day everything changed. He was known only as the First Crafter. A mysterious sorcerer, both revered and feared, who unearthed an ancient, forbidden art not of this world: the Beast Slaying Art. From it, he learned to extract the heartstones of fallen beasts—the very source of their might—and forge them into rings that could grant their power to men. With the first Beast Ring, created from the heartstone of a Swiftfang Wolf, the First Crafter became more than human. He moved faster than the wind, struck with deadly precision, and for the first time, man stood equal to beast. But power breeds ambition. The secrets of the Beast Rings did not remain his alone for long. Kingdoms, empires, and rival sorcerers, driven by greed and fear, hunted the First Crafter, tearing his knowledge from him and spreading it across the world. Humanity gained a weapon of unparalleled potential, and with it, the balance between man and beast was shattered forever. Now, Beast Rings are both a blessing and a curse. Wielded by Slayers, they are tools of war, ambition, and survival. The beasts that once ruled are hunted, their numbers dwindling, while humanity fractures into kingdoms vying for dominance. But as old powers awaken and chaos grows, whispers speak of a coming reckoning—one that could unmake the world as easily as the First Crafter’s creation once reshaped it. Amid this storm of ambition and blood, fifteen-year-old Kairon Falken lives a peaceful life in the quiet village of Tenang, unaware of the truth surrounding his origins. Raised by his strict yet loving Aunt Myra and ever-cheerful Uncle Garin, Kairon dreams of adventure, of exploring the mountains and forests beyond his sheltered home. But secrets have a way of surfacing, and Kairon is about to be thrust into a legacy he cannot yet comprehend. In a world where Beast Rings hold the power to change fate itself, Kairon must face the ultimate question: Will he rise as a savior, or will he become the harbinger of destruction for both beast and man?
NoahCaelum · 980 Views
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