Cronáurea World

"On a planet with two twin moons that coexisted side by side, called \*\*Cronaurea\*\* and which was almost outside its habitable zone, there were various creatures that coexisted with the following races: elfs, humans, dwarfs, goblins and orcs.

This planet contained a single continent, the name of which varied depending on the location. Each race had its own way of seeing the world, based on their religion.

Orcs, creatures with an average stature of 2 metres, had a dark green, robust and muscular body. They were recognised for their brute strength and remarkable lack of cunning.

The goblins, on the other hand, had an average stature of around 140 cm and a vibrant green colour that covered their narrow bodies. Despite their physical fragility, these creatures were cunning, always moving in groups and showing intelligence when hunting animals or any other prey.

The elfs were a shy race, varying in size and presenting a unique diversity, although they shared the common characteristic of having snow-coloured skin and platinum hair. Despite their shyness, they were proud, rarely venturing beyond their magical forest, and had a great affinity with magic.

The dwarfs, with a height of no more than 1 metre, displayed a variety of colours and styles, but what defined them was the incredible amount of hair that covered them. Regardless of their gender, all dwarves sported an incredible and fascinating beard. They were masters of the art of creating, and any instrument made by a dwarf was considered valuable.

Humans, like elves, varied in size. However, unlike the elves, the diversity among humans was evident in the colour of their skin. With average strength, some were intelligent while others were not, and an affinity with magic was a rare trait among humans. However, they excelled in two areas that surpassed all races: charisma and the ability to evolve technologically.

Since its formation and creation, this planet has experienced ten thousand years of "peace", with some friction between races, but the humans always managed to calm things down; although they weren't good diplomats, their charisma managed to mediate disputes.

Until one day, during the night, the planet woke up to a light that tore through the continent from one end to the other, like a bolt of lightning, while all the races looked to the sky. A bang was heard coming from the centre of the continent.

All the races immediately called up their armies and headed for the scene. To everyone's surprise, a stone the size of a bush had fallen in the centre of the continent. This stone attracted everyone who looked at it, as if a magical aura was drawing them in.

This was the first time this had happened and because of the aura emanating from the stone, everyone wanted it for themselves. This started a never-ending war, because the charisma of the humans couldn't stop the interests of all the races, and even the humans wanted the "stone from heaven" for themselves.

This war lasted for years, long enough for the continent to be nicknamed "The Pangea that never sleeps". Who would have thought it would take a war of this calibre for the races to come to an ironic consensus, right?

Until one day, during a starry night, while the races were fighting near the site of the stone, a masked warrior covered in a huge cloak, big enough to hide his race, wielded a mysterious sword next to the stone. The sword looked normal, but it had a red line down the centre of the blade that pulsed like a vein.

The warrior pointed his sword at the sky, causing a red light to emanate from it, which pierced the planet's atmosphere and hit one of the moons, turning it red.

All the races were astonished, and for a brief moment they all put down their weapons to see what was happening. As they got closer, they saw the warrior with one foot on the rock, holding his sword.

The warrior began to utter the following words: "For years, this planet I gave you has been at peace... But now, because of a stupid rock, you have all succumbed to your own interests and surrendered once again to your true nature. Is it too much to ask that you understand each other?"

He went on to say: "No... I'm not going to do it all over again... enough! If you don't know how to live together in harmony, you'll live in isolation from each other."

The warrior then inserted the sword into the stone, so that the light pointing towards the sky was now embedded in the stone. From it came red roots like pulsating veins of blood, and suddenly the whole continent was immersed in these veins, and the ground began to shake and split apart.

Everyone near the stone lost their life. "The Pangea that never sleeps" ceased to be a pangea and was now made up of five continents. All the races were now separate, with nothing to unite them, each race had its own continent, and in the centre of the world, a small island, with only a rock and a sword on it.

That day left its mark on all the races, and even though they had no means of communicating, the event became known as "The Blade of Harmony: Fragments of Ancient Pangea"."

Today, 5000 years later, a human child in a school was jumping up and down with his finger in the air, saying "Teacher, teacher".

The teacher let out a brief smile and said: "Yes, little Jone".

Little Jone spoke faster than the words came out of his mouth: "If everyone in the place lost their lives, how do you know what happened? E... And if they were fighting near the 'Stone of Heaven', weren't they in danger of breaking it? And the masked warrior, what happened to him? How come they couldn't communicate? All races have their means of remote communication... And we were living on the edge of several orcs and goblins? How frightening..."

The professor let out a laugh and then replied: "Calm down, you didn't let me finish the story. We're only at the beginning, but as far as the stone is concerned, it's indestructible; only that warrior's sword could damage it."

The teacher continued the story: "After the islands were completely separated, all the races heard the sound of a harp, and the next thing they knew, those memories were part of them..."

Little Jone interrupts again: "Magic, Professor?"

The professor replies: "Yes, little Jone, it was indeed magic, and since it was rare for any intelligent race other than the elves to use magic, everyone suspected them.

Things could have been sorted out straight away, just as little Jone said. There were means of remote communication; the most advanced were the radio frequencies of the humans, the devices of the dwarves and the magic of the elves. Only, after everyone had access to these memories, the races revolted against each other, causing all the continents to enter into a constant civil war. All the cities were devastated, the fauna and flora were almost annihilated, and the planet almost went into mass extinction.

These civil wars lasted between 3.5 and 4 thousand years for the humans, elves and dwarves; the goblins and orcs, unfortunately, are still at war to this day...

After the wars of these three races ended, they went through times of restoration of all that had been lost. Some things remained only in history because they had been totally annihilated...

And that's why, only about 500 years ago, we were able to establish contact with the elves and dwarves, creating the 'Court of Three', a kind of alliance so that, if a global decision had to be made, it would have to be subdued by the three races they considered 'superior'."

The curious little man asks once again: "What about the orcs and goblins? My parents always said to stay away from them... But why didn't the 'Court of Three' help them?"

The professor replies: "The means of sea travel are somewhat recent, not more than 200 years old, and when the 'Court of Three' anchored on their continents, well, let's just say that it was impossible to stay long on each continent because of their aggressiveness, and then the alliance gave up trying to help, considering orcs and goblins an 'inferior' race..."

The young man, not hiding his intrigue, asks: "But what about those who work on our streets or as servants and live on 'Mount Grey'?"

The teacher continues, albeit a little disappointed: "Those... were brought from their continents and forced to work for a pittance, being forced to breed in captivity so that there would never be a shortage of cleaners..."

The teacher ends the lesson by saying: "Well, class, that's all for today."

In unison, the class says: "Ohhhhhh, we want more!"

The teacher smiles again and says: "Tomorrow I promise I'll tell you more about the fragments of Pangea."

With a smile on their faces, the children leave the school and go to their parents.

The teacher, on the other hand, sits down hard in his chair with wheels, causing it to bounce against the wall of his classroom, and as he stares at the ceiling, he thinks: "I guess there's no escape this time..."

When he finally decides to leave the room, the professor takes a different route from home. He goes to a market to buy food and drink, whose staff are orcs and goblins he knows. When he pays, the cashier, a goblin called Goje, notices the professor's tired and malnourished body. "Professor Fair, I hope this food is for you... I appreciate what you do for us, but please take care of yourself..."

Professor Fair replies: "Don't worry. Compared to what you go through, this is nothing..."

He leaves the shop nodding, saying goodbye. The goblin begins to cry as he watches him disappear through the door.

Continuing on his way, he arrived at "Mount Grey". The sight was terrible; the place was nicknamed that because it was where humans disposed of all the junk they didn't want. You could see baby orcs and goblins clad in nothing but bones, with no clothes on.

When they saw the professor, they all ran to hug him, and he said: "I've brought you some food. Enjoy! I have some commitments today; I won't be able to accompany you."

The goblins and orcs loved the professor, but they were so hungry that they didn't pay much attention. The teacher turns round and, with tears in his eyes, walks away, thinking: "I hope that when I leave, someone will take you in like I did..."

The teacher went straight home. He had nothing to do, he was just too tired, he hadn't slept or eaten for three days, he had spent all his time helping those who needed it most.

At Little Jone's house, the scene was happy and fortunate. He was telling his parents what the teacher had taught him at school today. To the little boy's surprise, his parents' reaction was one of fear. He didn't really understand, but he knew they didn't like it as much as he did. Being a child, he didn't care much and went off to play until he went to sleep.

The next day, with all the students already in the classroom, the teacher asks: "Can I continue where I left off yesterday?"

As soon as the teacher says these words, three loud knocks are heard on the door. Before anyone can answer, two soldiers from the "Court of Three" enter the room.

One of them asks: "Are you Professor Fair?"

The professor replies: "Yes, I am."

The soldier points his gun at him and says: "In the name of the 'Court of Three', I sentence you to death for treason and inciting revolt."

The teacher stretches out his open hand towards the soldier and says: "Not he..." But it was too late; the soldier fired immediately after uttering the words. The shot hit the teacher square in the head. All the children screamed and ran out of the room, except for little Jone, who, smeared with the teacher's blood on his face, was paralysed.

The soldier approached little Jone and said: "You're a hero. Your parents told me that you were the one who reported him to them. Thanks to you, we caught a traitor."

These words and the situation were too much for little Jone, who fainted immediately afterwards...

Twenty years in the future, little Jone was now 26 years old. He had spent part of those 20 years searching for an answer as to what was right or wrong since that day.

Little Jone, who was no longer little, had met many orcs and goblins during his search for the truth, whom Professor Fair had helped. He gradually realised that it was the Court of Three that was wrong and that he had to do something to change that. So Jone decided to found the "Court of Insurrection" and for years he recruited all kinds of people who were willing to fight in favour of freedom, whether they were humans, orcs, goblins, elves or dwarves.

As they couldn't be discovered or they would be executed, they only approached people who, like Professor Fair, helped the residents of Mount Grey in the city. Even then, they only spoke to those who were regulars and showed real anguish when visiting the place, as there were many who visited and helped the place only out of pity or to feel good about themselves.

When they got a considerable number of people in the Court of Insurrection, Jone put together a plan that could shake the world. He rounded up a considerable number of the orcs and goblins who belonged to his Court and sent each group to their respective continents in fishing boats, which were allowed to go to the high seas so as not to arouse suspicion, as nobody visited those continents.

Jone's plan was simple and difficult at the same time. Each group would have to infiltrate their respective continent and pass on information about the existence of the Court of Three and that they were subjugating people of their own race. The problem was getting onto the continent without being killed, as those continents still had internal conflicts. But Jone hoped that as soon as the message reached someone minimally influential in a group on each continent, it would spread.

Jone didn't want to recruit them into his band, because in his view they hadn't seen or experienced those horrors. So they weren't in line with the group's ideals. He just wanted to cause a war that could shake the Court of Three.

What Jone didn't expect was that after the orcs and goblins received the message, they would come into contact with each other. Although the war wasn't completely over, because of the message, several groups that had been warring with each other joined together, causing the continent to be dominated by them. It wasn't entirely a peace, but this larger group subdued all those who didn't want to respect the leader. This happened on both continents.

After establishing contact between the two leaders, for the first time in the history of Chronaurea, these two races allied. In ancient Pangea, there was an area called the "Dead Zone", a place surrounded by trees without a single leaf, due to the number of lifeless bodies of goblins and orcs. In other words, these two races didn't understand each other at all, but this situation seemed to bring them together.

These two races created the "Green Court", a force that did not seek the freedom of its own, but the domination of the world.