And there was a god, and his name is forgotten.

And he was a god of healing, protection and magic, and he was traveling the planes to seek knowledge.

And he once found a world so forgotten that its inhabitants could not name it.

And in it he saw wars, and he saw evil and good, and he found himself interested by the sight.

And in it he saw thousands of refugees, of all races, and death and decay and they were all over this forgotten world, being its forgotten children, from the thousands of battles thousands of kingdoms fought.

And he decided to take the forgotten children of this forgotten world under his wing, and to shelter them, and to help them not to be forgotten anymore.

And as he stepped into the misty border of this world, the mists rose and formed, and a voice spoke.

And the mist said: "turn back god, for should you walk forward then you will only find destruction".

And the god replied: "And then who will shelter and help all these forgotten children?".

And the mist remained silent.

And the god spoke again and said: "And then who will try to put order to the chaos of wars in this world?".

> And the mist stood silent.

And the god spoke for a third time: "I cannot allow this to continue. If it means that I should be destroyed, then so it is."

And the mist spoke and said: "You can not endure in this form. If you wish to help these forgotten children, then your name is to be forgotten and you are to become a forgotten child yourself."

And the god with the forgotten name spoke and said: "Then let this happen".

And the god is no more a god and his name is forgotten, and the only thing left is Manwue.

II)

There was a boy in a small farming village which was different from all the others. He was more thoughtful, almost never happy, he wanted to travel, to read, to discover...

He suffered from wanderlust. His father considered him sick, and was disappointed not to find in him the extra hand he needed to work in the fields. His mother saw the boy's unhappiness and send the boy to the priest to teach him how to read and write. But that only aroused the boy's wanderlust, It didn't appease it.

And one day, the boy left the village. He met with other travelers and traveled many roads. He fought unspeakable horrors but survived. Then, one day he reached a settlement that had no name, and no ruler, only a few frightened elves, waiting to be overrun by the neighboring kingdoms. The boy's wanderlust vanished at once and he settled there to help those elves. He helped them to organize a defense, and set up a tiny army, and the elders saw in him new hope.

When the neighboring kingdoms did try to attack they were repelled with heavy loses. That day was considered a holiday ever since, and in the feast that followed the victory, the village offered the boy to lead them, but he refused. Instead, the council of elders remained the head of the village, and the boy simply settled there to create his family. But always in times of great need, he would rise to protect the village, now a full-grown fierce warrior.

And with his help, the village grew into a town, and everybody was happy, and the elders named the town Arda, and the people lived happily there and when the boy-hero died, they wrote in his tombstone: "Here lies Manwue, who's name will always be remembered by our people"

III)

Manwue was the third child of a baron. When the baron sensed his death closing near, he called for his three sons and said to them: "My children, I will depart from the world of the living soon. It is my duty to ensure my barony and its inhabitants do not perish after my death. Therefore, I will be leaving Arthur, my firstborn child, in charge of the castle and its surroundings as they were when my reign started." The three men looked their father in surprise: "what about the territories you conquered?" they inquired. The old man replied saying: "Those I leave to my second child Fingolgin to rule, by the term that he will never engage in war with his elder brother. Arthur will be given what I was given, and it is his duty to expand it, as I did, as long as he does not expand in his brother's expense."

The two men looked at each other and then at their father: "If that is your wish father, then that is how things are going to be." Said Arthur. "But what about our younger brother?" asked Fingolfin "Don't you consider him fit to rule?" The old man coughed and said: "I consider Manwue fitter to rule than you two together. And its my fear that you will not be able to withstand his glory should I leave him in charge, therefore to protect you, I will sent him to the small town of Arda which was given to be as a present by a distant king. I know that he will make a great kingdom there but he will be too far to conquer you or your kingdoms." "Now that you know my wishes get out of my room and leave my to sleep."

One by one, Arthur, Fingolfin, and Manwue, kissed their father's ring and left the room. Manwue left for the unknown town of Arda that same night.

IV)

Once there was a mage of great power. His tower was set in the middle of the ruins of an old city and he was there alone, working on several dangerous experiments. Then, a band of wandering gnomes appeared in the city, only 4-5 men and a few women and children. They settled in the city, but found the soil too hard to work with.

Then the mage emerged from his tower and offered them work as his servants. In time more wagons arrived, and they started to live around the tower, most of them working as servants. When the mage saw this, he called the gnomes and made them an offer: As long as they willingly served him and named him their king, he would bless the soil of the abandoned fields around the city and they would be able to feed themselves. The gnomes readily agreed.

With the help of the wizard-king's magic and the gnomish determination, those barren fields started to produce large amounts of grain, grapes, and many more. Soon, the gnomes were farmers and traders, and the wizard-king retired in his tower to continue his studies. He would appear out of his tower only to protect his servants when attacked by nearby kingdoms or when he was himself looking for a rare component for one of his spells.

As time passed more gnomes, and elves, and dwarfs came to live under the protection of the tower and the city became alive once more. The dwarfs helped the city to rebuild its walls, and the elves filled it with gardens and songs. It was the gnomes though that discovered in the city's archives that the city was once a really glorious one, capital of a great kingdom, ruled by a dynasty of good and fair kings and that its original name was Arda.

It was the same gnomes that discovered that a very powerful and insulted mage reduced the city to ruins and then built his tower in the middle of it. Arch-Mage Manwue appeared in front of the gnomes, and the gnomes didn't live to tell the story.

v)

A group of high elves arrived in the beautiful plateau. They noted that it was easily defended, crossed by a small river, and that a big forest was touching its north side. They also noted the small human settlement near the river. The elves left quietly.

A few days later, another group of elves appeared in the plateau. They were in a circle chanting for the entire night, and when the chanting was complete, the entire human village was teleported in the middle of a vampire kingdom to the east.

The next day the first coaches started to arrive. The elves started building a city, and in a few months time, most of their work was complete. The city could now house 50,000 elves behind its walls, but the elves weren't that many. Many caravans with refugees arrived from neighboring kingdoms, either with elf citizens, or with slaves. The elves fought hard to expand their territory and fought hard to keep their gains from invaders.

In one occasion the city itself was under siege from a huge orc army and the food was depleted. So dramatic was the situation, that the slaves were offers their freedom if they would carry weapons to defend the city. But food shortage forced the elves to try a sortie. Many were slain, and the Elven king fell dead seconds after killing the orc king himself.

Finally fighting the way only desperate people fight, the elves and the armed ex-slaves managed to drive the orcs away. The elves mourned their king for a week and then crowned a new one.

The new king's first order was to remove all weapons from the ex-slaves and to force them into slavery again. The slaves revolted almost immediately. Although with little access to magic, the slaves had the help of a lot of elves who saw their king's orders as dishonorable ones.

When the revolt ended, the city's streets were red from the blood and the city's population was reduced to 1/4th of its original size. The elf king was slain, and the leader of the rebel elves that helped the slaves, a veteran captain of the Elven army, was crowned King Manwue of Arda the 1st. A new age begun.

VI)

As the morning mists dispersed, a lone traveler was seen walking the main road. He was never here before, yet he knew the way as if this was his hometown. He headed for the castle and there he saw people he never saw before in his life, yet he instantly remembered they where his servants, and they had never seen him before yet they remembered him as their ruler.

He had never before entered a stone building in his life, yet he new the way to the throne room.

The guards, completely unknown to him, announce him and the room fell silent.

He walked, and sat on the throne, and suddenly, as a brilliant flash of light, he could remember everything: The god, the peasant, the baron, the mage, the mutineer, and his many other selves. He recognized the same faces around him, the people that served him throughout his journey.

He nodded at them and said: "I am Manwue and this is Arda"

The people were surprised by this so obvious statement, but remained silent

Manwue read the surprise on their faces and smiled... and thought: "they cannot remember, and they will never know... they are MY forgotten children".

And then I looked at the rising sun and spoke again: "There are a lot to be done" . And the world was not forgotten anymore.