While crossing the land, I spotted one of the ‘coins’ the old man was talking about on the isle below me, next of a broken pillar. I slowed down and quickened my descend, landing next to the strange glowing object. I approach my hand and touch it. Suddenly a flash of light appears between the tip of my finger and the coin, catching off guard as I step back in surprise. The light disappeared as fast as it emerged, the coin now being nowhere in sight. Strangely my instincts kicked in, somehow making me discover knowledge I did not know I had. I now knew how to—for lack of better word—'summon’ it back in my hand. I started playing with the coin, making it appear and disappear, wondering how it was possible. I tell myself that it does not matter for now and continued my exploration.
A few islands later, I land next to another altar, identical to the previous one. The same phenomenon started happening, feeling it call and warmth. I walk up the steps to get atop the platform. The same events begins occurring as my body welcomes the aura once more, albeit it was shorter and with, to my disappointment, no new pair of wings. It feels like I am getting back powers I had lost, finding its rightful place inside of me. My wings were slightly growing brighter after absorbing the light of the altar. Jumping and running around the tiny mass of land to test myself made me realize I could now travel faster and jump even further. A smirk grew on my face. I then notice a stone tablet I had somehow missed opposite of the altar. Strange writings were carved on it along with a dim light leaking out. Curiosity making me advance towards it, I lifted my hand and placed it on top of the tablet. Images depicting light and darkness appears in my mind, along with a strange voice, different that the one I had heard before, that started to narrate the story of how Light and Darkness came to be. It unfortunately did not reveal any new details to what I knew already. Dissatisfied, I leave the island behind me and continue my journey.
I cannot tell for how long I had been jumping from one small island to another, the adrenaline had died out and it left me quite worn-out, though my excitement was still intact. The color of the sky has not changed since my arrival due to the Sun being omnipresent, making nighttime absent in this world. I arrived on a much bigger island; a crumbling yet functioning windmill made of stone sat on its middle with a campfire behind it. Furthermore, a few ruins were scattered across the landscape, albeit they now looked more like big rocks. I decided this island was a perfect place to rest. The windmill is somehow being supported by four pillars on each corner of its elevated base, making us able to go below it. Walking under the impressive structure, I reach the campfire and embrace its comforting warmth as I sit down next to it. This little haven is like a small field and smelt like it. The green color of the grass and the light blue sky with a shade of orange made this scenery feel like it was taken straight out of a painting. Gentle wind is blowing past my face as I let go all the tension in my body next to my source of heat. Examining the campfire, it, strangely, seems the fire never extinguishes. I frowned, asking myself how this was made possible once more. I turn my gaze to the imposing windmill beside me, its sails in harmony with the calm breeze flowing in the air. The ruins resting on this island made it was obvious that something akin to a village used to stand here but is now one with the past. How wonderful yet saddening to think this place contained life, yet is now destroyed or abandoned, leaving bits and pieces of history behind. If I did not discover them, how many people would know of those ruins? Shaking the grim thoughts away, I noticed another stone tablet behind some debris which peaked my interest, but I was too exhausted to get up. For now, I set my mind on what I want to do the most; rest.
I woke from my slumber feeling quite rested and refreshed. I spent some time watching the horizon before getting up. I head towards the stone tablet I spotted before my sleep. I push away the debris surrounding it and place my hand atop of it. Depictions of a new story invaded my thoughts as the same voice began speaking. This one was much more interesting.
“The tension between Light and Darkness were at their climax, small fights started breaking out between them. Light deployed the ‘Shining Star’, a weapon deadly to their counterpart, whilst Darkness was covering the lands and preparing an army of ‘Dark Lurkers’—people who lost their ‘light’ and decided to get revenge. The tension kept going growing wilder, yet none made a move. That is until Sid actions caused the start of the greatest war ever—‘The War of Ends’.”
The voice faded away, leaving me to think back on what I heard.
The details were clear and informative, and I wondered who made these tablets and for what reason? This started my curiosity and interest in the History of the Shattered World.
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