The world groaned in numbing pain as its body split nearly in half. The large crack on its body branched off into many minor cuts, some deep and some shallow.
With such torturous abuse, the world whimpered slightly as it helplessly waited for the Creator to finish. After a few years of waiting, the world finally loosened up.
Maybe the Creator had abandoned it and found another planet to torture? Or maybe the Creator had died due to some unknown reason? Either way, the world was somewhat thankful for the peace.
A few centuries flew by and the divide had somewhat healed with the help of new vegetation and rainwater. At least, it didn’t burn painfully anymore.
All was well but it didn’t last. The world was busy cooling off the crack on its body when it suddenly felt large amounts of magic converging in the sea.
In a state of panic, the world reined in its defenses and focused at where the magic was converging within the salty waters. Defending for dear life, the world managed to stabilize the turbulent waters and dispersed the magic.
However, as soon as the magic dispersed from the sea, the world felt that, instead of diluting into the atmosphere, the magic began converging in the skies.
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! The world tried to stop the magic from grouping up in the skies, however, before it could reposition its defenses, a flash of light appeared with no warning followed by loud crashing sound.
The world shivered with pain as parts of the skies darkened followed by more flashes of light. The places these flashes of light struck dented and burned.
This misery continued for a while before stopping. The world thought that it was over at last, however, little did it realize that this occurrence would become a common thing of the future.
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Years flew by and the world experienced more of the flashes of light. Soon, the world became numb to the shocking feeling and it became a part of the world’s life.
All seemed at peace until the world felt a stir in the mountains. The mountains began to rumble as rocks and dirt collided with one another.
The conglomeration of debris soon began to take shape into a short and stocky humanoid. The humanoid roared as the dirt fell from the shape, revealing flesh and hair. It was new life.
The humanoid brushed away the rest of the rubble from its body. The humanoid was male – one of sturdiness and filled with vitality. The short man had broad shoulders with a set of tough, gray hair and beard.
The man walked about the cavern, trying out his newly formed body. He couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the coolness of the cave. Naked as he was, the man began searching for suitable materials to make some clothing.
After creating some clothes from plant fibers grown from vines and other plants residing within the mountains, the man began to search for food to fill his rumbling stomach.
Weeks passed by while the man explored the mountains he was formed in. When that wasn’t enough, the man went outside and explored the flatlands as well as the sea. He took special notice of the huge crater, the ravine, and the two flying islands, denoting them as markers for navigation.
After a couple of months living in solitude, the short man felt a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation. The mountains began to rumble once more and the man could see dirt and rocks mixing together, creating many humanoid shapes.
Once the ordeal was over, many humanoids similar to the short man stood or laid before him. The closest one, a female, looked up to him and asked. “Hveirag1Who are you??”
“Merg er Stenskjekar2I am Rockbeard.. Merg…vir eirag dverags3I...we are dwarves!!"
