In the beginning and in the end,
there was everything and nothing.
There was no time, no being, no living.
There was no starting point and yet,
there was the idea.
The Song of Soul
The idea wanted to live, and so life began. It thought of darkness and light, of the planets and the suns, of existance and death. This is how the song of life begann
As the idea was taking root and the world slowly took form, songs filled the air. Songs of other ideas slowly appeared from beyond time and space, quietly but steadily. Plants start to sprout, oceans fill the empty spaces of land, and
All life comes in pairs, and so so the idea gave birth to Geist and Fantasma, life and death.
Both the Geist and the Fantasma were the first to be, to experience the creations of the idea. But they had no soul, they were and yet they were not, for they could only do one thing - to wish. So the idea listened to the voices and songs of life.
The deities settled and formed the chorus. They raised their voices, and with each new note.
With each new creation a new idea was born, and from that idea a deity. They thought of the forests, so the mightly Nylrik was born. They thought of the dark depths of the oceans, and the wise Occianas found life.
The deities that were born in this age of time were
And while the deities flourished, Fantasmas settled in as well. Every wish and dream is accompanied by doubt, risks, fear or even envy. Little is needed of those to catch fire, to take form and to root. Fantasmas of all forms are born, but as soon as they get away from the dreams and wishes - from the deities - they feed from, they start to perish and vanish. For fear of nothing does not exist.
And so the world was created, and the chorus slowed down to the end, settling into a slow rythmn, that changed into the voices of the wind. The idea went to rest, for it has done its purpose. The new ideas would take over its song and carry it into the world and beyond. It was then, that our story started.
As the idea was taking root and the world slowly took form, songs filled the air. Songs of other ideas slowly appeared from beyond time and space, quietly but steadily. Plants start to sprout, oceans fill the empty spaces of land, and
All life comes in pairs, and so so the idea gave birth to Geist and Fantasma, life and death.
Both the Geist and the Fantasma were the first to be, to experience the creations of the idea. But they had no soul, they were and yet they were not, for they could only do one thing - to wish. So the idea listened to the voices and songs of life.
The deities settled and formed the chorus. They raised their voices, and with each new note.
With each new creation a new idea was born, and from that idea a deity. They thought of the forests, so the mightly Nylrik was born. They thought of the dark depths of the oceans, and the wise Occianas found life.
The deities that were born in this age of time were
And while the deities flourished, Fantasmas settled in as well. Every wish and dream is accompanied by doubt, risks, fear or even envy. Little is needed of those to catch fire, to take form and to root. Fantasmas of all forms are born, but as soon as they get away from the dreams and wishes - from the deities - they feed from, they start to perish and vanish. For fear of nothing does not exist.
And so the world was created, and the chorus slowed down to the end, settling into a slow rythmn, that changed into the voices of the wind. The idea went to rest, for it has done its purpose. The new ideas would take over its song and carry it into the world and beyond. It was then, that our story started.
The Song of Life
The Geister and Fantasmas quickly found home on the new continent they call Nio. The rythmn of life has steadied, and life has taken its course. Some Geister started to form bonds with their Fantasmas for peaceful codependance.
Though some Fantasmas grew hungry for more, their hunger never sated, always calling for more. That was when the first war started between the different kinds of Fantasmas. It was in that time that the tradition of guardianing deities has been created. It is the oldest tradition, the greatest honor.
Though some Fantasmas grew hungry for more, their hunger never sated, always calling for more. That was when the first war started between the different kinds of Fantasmas. It was in that time that the tradition of guardianing deities has been created. It is the oldest tradition, the greatest honor.
The Song of Love
There is the story that the first Mixlings was created during the times of the war, between a deity and a Komainu, both created from the same idea, the wish to be loved, and the fear to be loved. The bond between the two was golden, for love was the first emotion to be wished into Nio. It was from that bound, that a little stone appeared. It was the egg of the first Fooling.
After the idea of love has taken root, quickly the emotion of hate drifted into the hearts of deities as well. Do not confuse it with human love or hate - it's purer, simpler, more complicated - it's the essence of the emotion.
With the emotions slowly coming to life, more and more stones appeared. Some of the deities and fantas loved the stones so much, that suddenly, one day, they started to crack. Those were the eggs, of the first Foolings. They were born, and most of the parents were happy to welcome the new life - the proof for their love - into the new world. But oil and water does not mix, and unlike all the other songs of life in the world, they did not appear from an idea. They are the embodyment of Geist and Fantasma, life and death, soul and body. However their soul, being so full with magic and hope and dreams was to much for the little bodies - they couldn't hold the life force, and so they mutated. The Foos grew quickly, and unlike the fantasmas or the deities, their hunger for life was endless. For they were not born from an idea, but from pure, unbound emotion. The soul corrupted their littel bodies, making their fur grow long and their fangs sharp and endless. The body would start to corrupt the soul, break it, and kill it just as the soul did to the body. From that, a simple shell of life will be left, a creature looking for their soul, ready to devour whatever is crossing their path. This is the story of the Wildlings.
The first Wildlings were quickly killed, but many parents tried their best to safe their children. Since all hope was lost, they were banned into the farest forest in the eastern part of the continent - to the Wildwoods, where these creatures still hunt the grounds.
It was then that the creation of Mixlings was forbidden. Was an egg found, it meant for the deity and fantasma to part ways. Oftentimes the eggs started to appear outside those who loved - hatred, fear, trust, mistrust - any emotion you can think of, as long as it strong enough, would have an effect to the world around it. And sometimes, it was in the form of an egg.
It was one day, a couple years after the incidents with the Wildlings, that a deity of parentage found the first stone, the first egg, in the middle of their forest. They have heard the cursed stories of the wild souls, and yet they could not leave the egg all alone or hand it in to the Chorus. Thus they decided to secretly bring the egg to their lair, and make sure their soul will not be lost.
The egg hatched, nourished by the love of their caretaker and like in the other cases, a small Foo was born. They were sweet and had the happiest laugh, but darkness soon engulfed their mind, as it was the case with the others. One thing however soothed the little guy, and it was the chiming of a bell. The deity noticed this, and bound the bell to the little Foo. The little Foo grew and grew and got stronger, more healthy, and all the signs of the corruption passed. They had a curious mind, and a kind heart. Their soul, too much for only their body to take in, was bound to the bell, the sound reflecting their cheerful nature.
This is the story of the first Fooling.