"In the beginning, there was the vast space. In this vast space, there was only the essence of Spirit. It was only a little bit. And over time it slowly condensed itself, almost as if it knew that something might happen if it could get small enough. Soon the essence was so small that none could see it with the naked eye. As it reduced itself to near nothingness it became more and more unstable and then finally,
BANG!
The essence of Spirit exploded. Leaving true emptiness in its place. But only for a moment, soon thousands of kinds of essences filled its place growing creating changing, eventually there, floating in space, in the place where the essence of spirit once was, a figure. She was millions of meters tall and bore two faces. Each of which only had three eyes, no nose to smell the universe in which she arose from, no ears to hear the pulsating of existence, no lips to speak neither curses nor praises for her beautiful yet empty home. It seemed that both faces had a mind of their own. Together with their eight arms they used the essence of the universe to weave a realm of their own. Soon creation was perfected and they brought forth creatures both big and small, dumb and intelligent. But it wasn't long before they noticed their beautiful gifts go untouched, so they decided to create beings that could enjoy that gorgeous bounty. These beings were made in their image-"
"Wait. The Lu'Zivalii have two faces?" the elderly woman was interrupted by the child she held in her lap. She looked surprised for a moment or two, then she smiled and laughed as she fixed the boys dark hair.
"No my grandchild. They do not have two faces. Yes they were made in their Goddesses image but not completely. The Lu'Zivalii only somewhat resemble them. They have at most four arms and are no larger than ten meters. And they most certainly can not move backwards as they only have one tail. But they are like their ancestors as well. They have three eyes, they are amphibious creatures, the females tend to be bipolar, oh, they have an affinity towards the heavenly essence of water." the white haired grandmother named the traits of their long time nemesis. For some reason or another humans and the Lu'Zivalii have never gotten along. But then again no race has ever had a long standing positive relationship with the Lu'Zivalii.
The little boy sat and digested this new information, as his grandmother finished preparing him for the long day ahead. Just as she finished brushing his hair the little boy stood up abruptly and turned to look at the woman. "Grandmother, what about our origin story."
Smiling she said "That is a tale for another day."
"But grandmother Iris." the exasperated little boy wanted so badly to know his races origin tale.
"How about this, I'll tell you about Miriki."
"Who?"
"Miriki, the first man to have won in a battle against a Beastman. He is known as Miriki Originator of Power."
"Yeah!"
"Okay, okay. Listen closely." the boy settled down and waited for his grandmother to weave her magic.
When our world came to be, there were Beastmen, Elves, Lu'Zivalii, and Human. The Elves, with their long lives and affinity for nature magic. The Beastmen, with their strong constitutions and their even greater strength. The Lu'Zivalii, had their affinity for water, and their superior architect.
"Nuh uh, your just biased because you think their buildings are pretty."
"Yes, yes, now hush."
And the humans, oh the unfortunate humans. They had neither brawn nor wit, nor any affinity for magic. For a long time humans were often enslaved by Beastmen because of their weakness. But one day, a young man named Miriki was bought and sold into an arena as a battle slave for the entertainment of the Beastmen. He wasn't very powerful, but he wasn't weak either. He was able to make it through his first battle. And soon his second and third and fourth battle followed, and this kept on for three years. By then he was somewhat popular with the Arena goers. They often bet on him in a regular fight. But today was different. Today he would be fighting against Rugbhat the Destroyer. A very powerful human battle-slave. He was doomed to die. But for some reason he did not, and even more strange he won. But instead of killing Rugbhat he let him live. His master enraged by his 'cowerdence' moved to kill Miriki. But he has had enough. From now on he was done killing. With a wave of his had he ordered his guards to kill Miriki. But they had sorely underestimated him. Only one guard moved to kill him. And Miriki took advantage. Striking at the guards knee, the beastman fell to the ground and before he could even register what had happened Miriki grabbed his weapon and hit him on the head with the hilt of the sword. knocking the guard out. This alerted the guards, and they gathered around him encircling him. But it was too late he had already got his hand on a weapon. They all tried to strike at the human, but he only deflected. Like this he guided the guards to the street where all could see, a human, fighting five guards, preposterous. And yet before their very eyes, The slave was holding his ground. This served to enrage the master even more. But no matter how loud he shouted Miriki was going down, and his voice only attracted more people.
Soon a group of guards joined in. After all, they couldn't let a slave, have the upper hand. But all that did was prove his power even more. Sure he was being pressured. But not enough to kill him. He waited patiently. Until he wore them all down, and then he stuck. Much like all of his battles. Never rushing, only guiding his opponent, to their inevitable end. And though he didn't kill them he did permanently wound them. Making it so that they wouldn't want to chase him down once he escaped. After he escaped word spread that he fought and won against twenty guards. (Really it was twelve.) His story got passed on and soon other powerful slaves escaped from their masters captivity. Rugbhat being one of them. But he had grander ideas. To end all slavery.
"Wait like the story Ovitae and Freedom?!"
"Not like child, they are the same. Ovitae was Rugbhat. Rugbhat was his slave name."
"Oh."
After his escape he searched for Miriki hoping to invite him into his rebellion. But Miriki was done with fighting. He was done with death. But Ovitae, wasn't about to give up, he tried all sorts of ways to convince Miriki. But he wouldn't budge. But then one day, Ovitae looked at Miriki, and said to him
'I am tired as well. I do not want to shed any more blood, I have been a slave for too long. But no matter how tired I am , I know that there are others like me. Enslaved and tired. I am fighting because they deserve a rest. So please Miriki, help us.'
And like that he could no longer refuse. But he would only train them. Teach them to defend themselves. Protect themselves. And each one of his students became stronger. They could already hold their own against a guard or two but with his teachings they each could fight even more.
"That's it for today. We're going to be late." Looking up she could see the suns position and it was a bit worrying for her.
"But Grandma, you didn't even finish the story."
"I'll finish it at bed time. We're going to be late. Do you want you father to be upset?" She tried to coax the boy, it barely worked.
"No."
"I promise I'll finish it tonight."
"Promise?"
With a smile, she made a fist and put it over her heart, and said the same thing she used to when she would make a promise to her son. And together,
"From earth to sky this swear I'll wear."