Sirius and Ardais

Sirius and Ardais, also called the Two, were the original founders of the Powermen Empire.￼

When they revealed themselves to the Fifteen, Sirius appeared like "a tall, youthful man with shining mantle all around him, yet he seemed great and Noble in the glade with the bright Moon above. In his left hand he held the Sword of the Emperor of forgotten old, and in his right the Emperor's Sceptre. Pinning the two ends of his cloak together was a fair golden device with circles of blue light surrounding a image of the very sceptre he was holding. And the lady beside him was scarce any shorter, and her face was youthful, and both her skirts and her hair flowed down in beauty. Yet there was no doubt that this lady was equally noble, and on her flower-kissed golden head she wore a slender crown. Their voices were like cold icy bluesilver, frozen to better it, yet mingled with fresh spring water, newly come from the shining snow of the ice-mountains tall. And all the Fifteen bowed before them and hailed them."

Indeed, they have great power, as is shone when they alone opened the pathway to heaven, as Aeyonsél told in the introduction to the first book of the Last Tale of Doom; that he perceived several great powers arising, and the last one a great golden power that we know today was the Two, and that power he knew was greater than the Five combined.

They came not from the universe which they took care of at such great pains and cares, but their race hailed for the blue planet in another dimension that its inhabitants called Earth, and called themselves humans. Their race worked great technological marvels worked over the great ages of time, and they sought not to restrain themselves to the form that the Lord of the Light, the Most High himself, had given them, but instead wished to make themselves a greater form, for they were able to. But something happened that they did not intend. They became hideous indeed to their own people, and hated the Light, and so it was thus that they were estranged from their own kind. Therefore a great war ensued, between those who had obtained a more 'perfect' form, and those who were stuck in the spiralling pit of poverty, or those who had wished to retain a purer form. Bright swords clashed against twisted metal; those who had named themselves after bright stars against those who sought names after the holes, gargantuan terrors of the galaxy. Hard-set the Sons of the Light were, and more skilful were they, but the terrors outnumbered them, and they were strong indeed. Thus it came about that only **two survivors** were left of all the Race of Men, and they eluded the terrors and fled into another dimension. Their names were **Sirius and Ardais**. As they entered the new world, they had the help of the native folk; elves, dwarves, dragons, fairies, and even more. So it came about that they wrought a great throne on a planet, which they named Powermen Central Planet, and all the fair folk gathered to them. Long they lived, and blessed were they, for they had the blessings of the Most High.

But evil lingered in that world too, and thus it came about that before barely four thousands years had passed, another war was fought. The Emperor, descendant of the Two, was slain.

And ages passed, and another evil rose. So the Two gifted the Fifteen with the golden light from heaven.