Thread: Etheral (Mr. Nibbles and Mech Pilot)

Prologue ether noun The medium, supposed by the ancients to fill the upper regions of space. We are the architects. Shakuraz waved his hand. Mountains rose from the oceans causing titanic waves to pour across the lands. Hot lava burst from crevases of the earth. Skakuraz waved his hand again, the water cooling the molten rock, forming a rolling hill. He rose his hand once more, grass covering the hills he had made. We are the mother and father. He watched as organisms sprouted on a microscopic level. Shakuraz was fascinated and brought both his golden gauntlets together, the organisms collecting and becoming a mass of cells, then forming tissues and organs and systems. Like a child Shakuraz watched with glee as he made life. We are the kings. The organisms rose from the ocean and adapted to the elements that he would randomly cast down upon them. Earth, wind, fire and water his children must survive this simple process or they will never be perfect. Soon they were sentient, making tools and fighting amungst each other for survival. As punishment for such self destructive nature, Shakuraz rained fire from the sky, and plauges from within, and frost from the north. His children died off, but some lived, becoming stronger. They would learn. We are the gods. Soon they became aware of his presence. They worshipped him, slaughtering others in his name. Giving him homage in body, mind and soul. They were learning. We are questioned. They begin to advance. They ask why. They look up at Shakuraz if he does not exist. How could they? He thought Damned they shall be. We are betrayed They're knowlege has ascended his own. They have crossed into his plane of the realm. They have attacked his people. They are savage beasts. Shakuraz will make them suffer for their ignorance. Shakuraz took the malice of their souls and created new life, the Hollows, he called them. They would wage war for him. We are broken. The Hollows and his children had turned on him. The war was fought on three fronts. Shakuraz has doomed his people. We are forsaken. Skakuraz and his people are cast out from his plane. The people he created had learned to use his magicks against him, and he had grown weak and ignorant. He was a cruel father. His people were all cruel. They deserve their eternal fate. We are forgotten. Time has passed, Shakuraz sits on his throne, his soul everliving, his body a walking carcass. Long live the Skeleton King. he said softly to himself, the blue bale-fire that is his eyes dying Long live the Ethereals Shakuraz closed his lidless eyes and sulked in his defeat, letting the eons rot his corpse to the bone. He is ignorant to his kingdom and his children. His people question his loyalty. He has been forsaken, and mankind continued without him. It is a new age where the star gods are not needed. And thus, in his defeat, Shakuraz began his eternal slumber, unaware of the hate that boiled within his people as scores of millenia passed. Chapter I Terra Firma Rukia awoke to the sound of an angry alarm clock. She'd been pretty miserable since Ichigo and her had that falling out. She'd never thought dating her roommate could end so badly. She leaned up, pulling her tight Chappy pajama top down over her bare middrift. She turned her legs and stood up. Her first day of her 4th year of High School was about to begin. She had gotten used to living life as a mortal. She was holding a job, lived on her own, she was always a survivor. This whole break up business was no different. Rukua walked over to her old oak dresser and pulled out her school uniform, tightly pressed last night. She looked around her small flat. It was run down and kilometers away from the high school but she didn't mind taking a bus, even if she had to walk a little to the bus stop. Gave her time to clear her head every morning, being as she woke up with her thoughts buzzing around like a hornets nest struck by a baseball bat. After getting dressed she looked at herself in her small, cracked bathroom mirror. She looked into her own lavender eyes, dark bags hanging under here eyes. She hadn't been sleeping well, the shitty mattress didnt help but she needed to realize that things between her and Ichigo were over...despite how close they'd been in all their adventures.... it ended like this, in a serious of ignorant and borderline violent fights. She sighed, choking back tears. She looked back up at her eyes, breathing in and out slowly. Today was her first time since the break up she would see him, she was strong, she could do it...could she? She turned around, not willing to answer her own questions. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of her appartment. As she did, a small tremor shook her appartment building. The place was not structurally sound, she was shocked it wasnt condemned. She dismissed it as a mild earthquake and moved on. But without her noticing, material reality above the city began to bend as laws as old of time were slowly broken.b