I'll first speak of the era that existed even before my time. Our
stories tell tales of green lands and bountiful pastures, a world in
which we could prosper and grow happy with our families. This was the
era that existed even before the Elyos and the Asmodians existed, when
we were simply known as humans. Atreia was one. A whole. As we were one
with each other, there was no divide, not between our worlds, nor
between our people.
Years passed like this, and by
all accounts our ancestors were content. I cannot help but feel anger
at this, that they did not celebrate this paradise they were given, and
that there was even a notion that this world was taken for granted.
However, knowing what has happened since this time gives context, and
perhaps it is only through the benefit of hindsight that we can
understand those treasures that we once had.
Perhaps even this
wasteland that we now call home is a paradise compared to some other
land, though I find it difficult to imagine a place more trying than
this.
Things would soon change though. Little did we know the
horror Aion had in store for us, as our world was about to see a great
and lingering nightmare come crashing down, baring vicious teeth and an
uncontrollable thirst for war.
