The Tale
The time before time is when I story takes place. A time before humans inhabited Earth and covered it with the ambition, anger and jealousy that is associated with your species today. A time when much worse things existed, it was known as Khalidan Zillyah, the Eternal Shadow.
I am not one of your people, as I�m sure you can tell by now, but I do know your pain. I watched your world from birth to its current existence and I know all of your stories, from the time of your creation, to the flooding of your world, to your great grasp of knowledge.
My people have always been here, observing and learning from the other creatures around us. It was our way and had been so for many moodaine...excuse me, generations. It was our way of life and we always do as those before us have done. We did not question their ways we just trust that they knew what is best for us and that they would never do anything that would possibly bring discontent. This was our downfall.
Many passings ago it came to the attention of our youth that the Universe as we knew it was slowly crumbling and I was one of those who came to this realization. We saw the pain and the torture and tried to warn our Divinities (these are what you would call elders), but they would not listen. In our culture it was commonplace not to speak to the Divinities until one had passed no less than twenty moons...literally. You would have to observe twenty moons and the planets in which they held power over before you were even to be considered worthy of the Divinities attention. Due to our youth we were neither permitted to speak to the Divinities nor were we taking seriously. Our people, unfortunately, regretted this.
Prior to the coming of our Trieshdaye, a time of great celebration amongst my people, we were struck. It was not brute force that overcame our great people. Most definitley not, it would take far more than that to destroy the greatest creatures in the Universe. No, it was not your "conventional" down fall, the only thing that can bring harm of this magnitude to my people, is pure hatred.
We were hit that day more than fifty-five moodaine ago and have never recovered. The only ones left are my self and six others. After much deliboration, we have come to the conclusion that there must be some reason why we were allowed to survive. We assueme that it must be because it was the seven of us who tried to warn our world of the great dangers to come. We were the only ones who dared to make contact with those that we watched over, instead of hiding like cowards in the shadows. It was us and now, we are the only ones left. Realizing this and coming to terms with it day and day out becomes stranger and stranger with every passing moment. Yet one must realize that, perhaps, it occured for a reason.
Against all things that I have been taught I have decided to make contact with you and warn you of the things that I have seen, before they befall your world. I am quite aware of how far fetched this may sound when you read it and I also know that many of you will most likely not believe me, but I feel that if I do not make any attempt to say something and warn the race that I have watched since its fetal stage that I will be doing a great wrong. Like a parent watching its child being harmed, I cannot stand by and watch as you all are destroyed. So, I will tell you the stories that I know and hope and pray to the Divinities, for I know that somewhere they watch over me, that you will learn from this and not be like my people and be destroyed by your own pride and self-indulgence.
Our Universe was in a time of turmoil and was ruled by a malice tyrant, an evil creature known as Diabolyquie-mashvalgio. Which, in the Universal tongue meant, �One that is beyond evil,� but translates roughly to �Evil-evil� in comparison to some of your romance languages. It was not known whether or not Diabolyquie-mashvalgio was male or female, for this creature came from a planet where it was not needed to know the difference, but it was assumed that Diabolyquie-mashvalgio was male. For one simple fact, all males that had been throughout our Universe have caused its destruction. We have been plagued with disease, famine and turmoil, all due to the male rulers who insisted on reigning supreme. They were heartless and cared only for themselves and their own treacherous will. The only close definition in your language would be �ambition,� but it was far worse. It was so heartless that not only is the only way to describe it not available in any languages within your world, but it was so terrible in fact that I myself do not dare to think it, let alone write it.
Mashval, as he was commonly called in my world, was not the first to bring such pain to the Universe. He was the fifth generation descendent from a family of far worse corporeal entities. As bizarre as this might sound, Mashval was actually the kindest of all his siblings, whether Mashval had brothers or sisters no one ever really knew. It was a tradition in the family that whom so ever out of the group of them was either the oldest or the most evil, would rule over the Universe until their time of passing would come and they were set on their way to wreak havoc on another dimension. Mashval was the oldest out of all eleven children, but he was not the most evil. Usually in the race of creatures that Mashval belonged, the oldest was the most malicious then the next born, then the next and the next and so on, with the youngest being the most passive and later being sent off to a land of soft things and bright colors to eventually die slowly and painfully due to the lack of evil. Once every thirty-fifth moodaine, however, this pattern was broken and things would go in reverse, with the youngest being the most evil (and oddly enough, most loved) and the eldest being the passive disgrace to be sent off to die a soft and cuddly death.
Mashval, while passive, was very cunning and was determined to get his way*, as he always had, and came up with a plan. There was no way he would rightfully get the throne, he was far too kind hearted for such a thing to occur and there was no way that his siblings would dare to give up there time as ruler to allow Mashval to rule, not even for one passing of a moon. So, Mashval decided to have them done away with. Allow me to inform you that there is no easy way to destroy a Diabolyquie, but Mashval was determined to do so. Each of his siblings had a their own weaknesses and Mashval, being the eldest child, was the one who had to know them and make sure that no one outside of their family knew such things as �weaknesses� existed amongst the great Diabolyquie. Diabolyquie-Kalmar, the next in line after Mashval, was prone to break out in hives if he so much as saw an image of anything that resembled a flower of any kind. Diabolyquie-Trienar was diagnosed at a young age with having a permanent case of what we would call �glima-tourine,� chicken pox in the common language you use, and always itched no matter what the doctors did. If they got to close to Trienar, he/she was quite responsive and apparently quite hungry, whenever the doctors came near.