Immortals
Humans have always wanted to ascend among the gods. Since immemorial have we admired and feared them. They are our shepherds and judges, for whom our lifespans are but moments. In their eyes, birth and death are not at all different, as both are grains of sand in the endless hourglass of time. The sublimity of their being attracts us, as the candlelight in the night attracts the bugs. Though we will never be able to understand the secrets of their existence, we want to be part of the miracle too, which they, themselves are. Since they are perfect. They are the Immortals.
Once upon a time, a nation was born in a distant, unknown land; a nation, which did not settle for admiring the realm of the Great Beings from far away. A fire ignited in their heart and soul, such a magnificent fire, as never before in the breast of mortals. This inferno has burnt down everything in its way. By their unquenchable thirst for knowledge and power, they grabbed what, until then, every human has been longing for: unlimited power. Thereafter, they opened the sealed gates of the Upper Plains, to stand before their former protectors as conquerors.
Then, the so-called War of Worlds was raging for long-long years, having left behind but mindless destruction. In the end, the texture of the Higher Plains broke into a million pieces, and so were the Mosaicworlds created. The Time of Chaos came to Nouros.
What happens if those, who we believed were our almighty guardians, out of the blue stand on our doorsteps as poor and miserable creatures? The remaining Immortals fled to the Lower Plains, to the continents of Nouros. Doubt has spread amongst the people. Although their power fades with time, the Immortals are still our companions, brothers, and sometimes our leaders or tyrants. We will see what time brings, but one thing is certain: the bright eyed lords are among us now, and we, humans continue to awe and envy them.