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by Jewell
Rated: E · Appendix · Fantasy · #2104627
The oral history of Serus, Edoria, and the conflict between the races.
For as long as anyone could remember, the vaemir ruled the lands. Their superior breeding and power allowed the creatures to crush all other races beneath the weight of their will. Mortals, those without the power to fend off these monsters, found themselves trapped within the web of these creatures with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. It was the sweat of mortal men that built Sanguis, The Red City, and it was the bellies of mortal women who bore the next generation of slaves for their vaemir masters. Those who could work and entertain were spared from joining the food chain or from dying in the blood baths, but for so long there was fear that nothing would ever change the way the world worked.

By night, they were ruled by the vaemir and, by day, the people cried for their gods. They cried out for deliverance from these unholy creatures that held their very lives in the palms of their hands, but their pleas fell upon seemingly deaf ears. Some desperate souls searched for power within nature and the mother goddess, Ezris. They danced and prayed, hoping that the great moon-mother would hear them and take them to her breast, but instead found themselves struck down by the beasts of the wild. The curse of the these creatures fell upon them and, under the light of the mother's moon, man became beast. These cursed beings somehow morphed into the hope of their people, but they were no match for the race that held their families hostage within The Red City. The Ezrian, as they are now known, were crushed beneath the weight of vaemir might and brought into submission, only to be vanquished from their homes by the vaemir because their blood now tasted bitter upon their masters' tongues.

Time wore on and those cursed creatures were lost, but not entirely forgotten. The mortals saw that their cries had been answered by one deity so they hoped they could possibly find the voice of another. Desperate for liberation, other mortals looked toward the darkest of arts and the darkest of gods. Sacrifices where made and hexes cast in hopes of bringing forth dark creatures to help them fight their relentless overlords. These unfortunate souls were able to summon the darkest and most grotesque of praedari from the fiery pits of the underworld. These monstrous creatures did not want freedom for the mortals; they wanted freedom for themselves. One of the oldest laws of the mortals was to never put trust into those creatures called praedari, but these lost little children, desperate to be free, did not heed the warnings of their ancestors. Instead, men and women forged pacts with these unholy abominations. In exchange for freeing them from the harsh rule of their vaemir overseers, the praedari would be granted possession of strong and beautiful human bodies. By freeing mankind, the praedari would be granted their own freedom from the underworld.

A century of war was waged between vaemir and praedari. Both sides were dealt heavy casualties and the damage to the kingdom was more than the mortals could have ever imagined. It was not the kind of freedom they expected. Fathers watched their sons slaughtered by hungry vaemir. Mothers watched their daughters taken away to be bred like animals. It was all too much and, eventually, it all had to give. Both races stood at a stalemate as neither was willing to admit defeat, but neither was ready to lose their most prized possession--the mortals. A blood-truce was drawn up between the races calling for an ill-tempered peace between the warriors. Neither vaemir nor praedari trusted the other to keep it sacred.

The war seemed to have ended and the day did come when the praedari cashed in on the oath of the mortals so they could take human form, freeing them from their underworld masters. The creatures retained their unholy abilities, but were now mortal and could multiply as mortals did. Vaemir also took what they needed to survive, but the obscene bloodbaths became a thing of the past. Children no longer watched their parents being slaughtered in front of them. Instead, mortals became the subjects of what seemed like two royal houses. Under the new treaty, the power of the land was to be shared between vaemir and praedari, though neither race would admit that they were not truly in charge. The mortals, though not forgotten, became a voluntary workforce that would build up the lands into something even better than it was before. No longer were they looked to merely as a source of food and slave labor by the powerful lords and ladies in Serus. Mortals were now an important part of society that no one could live without. It was in both races' best interests that their pets be fruitful and multiply and so they were allowed to do so.

Eventually, the winds of change blew through the lands and opened up a new source of conflict between the two superpowers. Tears in the veil between worlds appeared. A new, seemingly unpopulated, land was made available for the people of Serus to explore. Unlike their homelands, Edoria was a place where magic was unpredictable. This made it hard for the praedari to find a place and the vaemir were only interested in what resources could be brought back to Serus as they insisted that the lands of Serus were truly theirs to rule. Mortals migrated to Edoria to seek a new beginning. New cities sprang up in the wild lands and, because of the significant lack of magic in use, an industrial revolution eventually took hold.
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