Chapter One
"The Artificers of Will"
Along time ago all things that were or could hope to be, were under the guidance of the wisest; those known today only as the 'Centra'. They alone were the keepers of the Age of Growth and they alone kept watch over the world itself from high atop their floating cities and other sources of awe. They surveyed and kept the balance with the aid and grace of their immeasurable
achievements. Impressive feats born from their mastery of the darkest of magics: a power they called science. Feats to be remembered always through mistranslated words and long, half-forgotten, fables carried across generations throughout all the corners of this exhausted world. Stories and fairy tales, words of the very old to the very young as scattered memories intertwine themselves with legend, as glory and fascination eventually turn to dread and warning.
Narrations of incredible proportions, their words and bolstering claims easily supported by the remaining Centra achievements, left for everyone to see upon this dreaded world; large constructions, all arrogant and defiant in their design.
Temples standing proud to this day atop higher mountains while waiting for the brave or the foolish to step up to the challenge.
Cities, magnificent still, that once stood shoulder to shoulder with any cloud, now just ruins upon the scarred land making up the landscapes of deserts, oceans, forests, and lakes. All of this creates a world that supplies and displays proof to these narrations regardless of how fantastic and unbelievable some of those assembled sentences may seem to the smallest of listeners.
Words are always passed on with foreboding tones, for the meaning within its message is always the same, one of hubris and the collapse that always ensues. The Centra were felled, by what real reason one can only speculate, but gone is their mighty civilisation, lost to us and it was a mystery that to this day no one can be certain of their fate. For with all that they achieved and all the power they once held; they were the rulers of an entire world and handlers of unmatched technologies, they would still – mysteriously – disappear without a trace, leaving behind only their accomplishments. As many and as impressive as their feats seem, even today, the fears were not enough to save them from whatever fate befell them. During their long reign, for countless millennia, they reshaped all the lands and built a world in their image.
They had the power to do so, and they did. They created and they destroyed.
How many wonders disappeared under the Centra's thumb? How many were born from their desire to create?
All of this they did, until one night, in just one night, suddenly, their entire race was extinguished! What was this mysterious event of cataclysmic proportions that in a single swoop robbed the world of their biggest prize, not even leaving behind a single corpse?
What caused the mass extinction of these chosen and sent all their cities and other flying stations crashing down towards the earth below?
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