User:NimbleFairy/The Gremlin Epics

There was three kingdoms once.

Mighty kingdoms of earth, fire and metal.

They stood tall to east, north and west.

To the West- the kingdom of earth- was were the Tall Men lived.

They could speak to the birds and control the very power of the mist.

We were allies.

To the East- the kingdom of fire- was were Vanaduke lived.

Lord of the Almirian empire and the master of fire.

He was our enemy.

To the North- the kingdom of metal- was were we lived.

The metal folk, who could cast and melt metal as if it was the ice on a mountaintop.

We were powerful and named ourselves the Gremlins.

Our kingdom was a haven, the greatest known.

We could tame the creatures of the forests to the West.

No match was anyone to us.

We were save in our iron walls.

Yes! Our iron walls were strong!

Strong enough to stop dragon fire.

No monster could harm us.

But, after the war of the Summer Mouth.

Were Alimiran and Tall Men fought.

The star fell out of the darkened sky.

And crashed into the unknown South.

The South is were the monsters are.

A dreadful desert it is where only witchcraft

and the scream of the Firecry reside.

When the star fell into the Southern desert,

an energy was released that was brighter then a thousand new sunsets.

It could be seen from as far as the green fields,

and from as high as the Giant's Mountain.

People feared it.

Many ran,

We did not.

To our dismay.

Our kind found it fascinating

And we began to build.

The Gears we named them.

A thousand clogs, turning, never-ending.

But while we ever got closer to the core,

it became closer to us.

It watched us, as we built.

It laughed at us.

Then used us.

It started to talk to our king,

Whispering to him in his dreams.

Congratulating him on building the Gears,