Mountain of Fire

A mountain once stood out, alone among the others, taller and more serene. A simple

piece of earth, pointing out in an attempt to touch the sky. The native creatures of the southern

land revered this mountain, for it seemed like a living symbol that the Gods would always watch

over them. But what these native inhabitants did not know was that this beauty and simplicity

could also bring their destruction. For one particular God was fueled with renewed anger that

day, and for reasons that would never be understood, for this God was clouded and ambitious.

This high being of fire, Pyrin, lived in the core of the earth, fuming waves of lava and fire out of

his hatred for his father, the rock and the earth. For Geodus, this high being of stone, was the

highest of all great beings and creatures. In his fiery revenge, Pyrin swore that one day he would

kill his father and claim the position that was rightfully his.

And on that fateful day when Gods would clash hand to hand, Pyrin knew of an entrance

to his domination.

It was that day that mountain turned from a benevolent giant to a ravenous monster. The

once peaceful mountain erupted into flames of revenge as lava exploded from its peak and

trickled down its sides like a river carving its sign into the land. For weeks, fire and lava turned

all that was green and alive to black and charred and very much dead, and many of the native

creatures were no more. For weeks and weeks an ocean of lava advanced onto the world like an

army destined to conquer. It was then when the remaining creatures that had survived decided

that the apocalypse had truly begun.

As Geodus strength began to fade, Pyrin grew stronger. Finally, an earth-shattering

crack split the young volcano apart as a grotesque creature emerged from the billowing smoke.
A serpent-like head emerged from the mouth of the once simple mountain. This serpent was

seemingly made of dried volcanic rock, but was now covered in streaming pools of lava in its

rage. Its eyes were made completely of blue-white flame, a crackling light of energy amidst the

smoke in the wind. This monster, Pyrins true form, rose from the remnants of the volcano, its

head twice the size of the mountain it was birthed from. The living beings of the southern land

knew that they could never stand a chance against such a terrifying monster.

But it was because of these creatures that hope did not completely die with the once

peaceful mountain. For another God was to come into play, for one last time.

This God spoke for the living, the green, and the natural. He had little energy, yet he

knew that his remaining powers must be used for what he stood for. Vithon, high being of

nature, knew that this would be his last fight. As a brilliant green light streaked across the

daylight sky, he knew that he could not let his brother of fire kill his father, the earth, for the

earth held life. And because of this, Vithon knew, that in his death, he would bring forth new

life.

When this bright green light of energy sizzled across the sky and collided with its raging

brother head on, another player was taken off the board in the apocalyptic game of the Gods.

Pyrin, crippled by the death of his brother, realized his rashness. Like a snake slithers

back into its nest, the serpent-headed God slowly crawled back into the core of the earth, to weep

and grieve for his lost brother whose death he had caused.

It seemed then that the world sat in a heavy silence, as if to grieve with Pyrin and the

other Gods over Vithons death. However, hope still clung to the world, though the world did not
know it. For on the dead volcanos battle-scarred peak, where the green light had made its

impact, a young woman lay unconscious in a patch of sweet spring grass.