Tales of Zalonia: The Lost Scrolls of Edlan

During the fifth age, in the city of Ruinoneo, there came a scribe whose name was Edlan. His journey was long and treacherous, but he had made it to the empty city of Ruinoneo. The city was known among the inhabitants of Zalonia for the strange symbols that were written all over the buildings. Interpreters had come from afar to interpret these writings and left discouraged. They had to enter the city under a magic spell in order to survive and would have to leave before the spell wore off.

Edlan was a different kind of scribe, for he went to the land of Magdad, the land of the wizards, in order to be trained in the gift of the third eye. The gift of the third eye caused him to be able to translate any language in the world. He paid a great price for this gift and lost his speech and h,earing. All those who were trained in magic, surrendered their physical bodies to the working of magic which would curse those who desired magic.

Unlike most living beings on the continent of Zalonia, Edlan was immune to the magic of Ruinoneo. He was a descendant of one of the “lost.” The lost were people who came to Zalonia and immune to the magic of Ruinoneo. They were often frightened people from what he had heard and would suddenly appear upon the land as if they came from nowhere. There descendants also had immunity to Ruinoneo down to the fifth generation.

He read and wrote down what he interpreted in the writings on the buildings in Ruinoneo. However, with time, the scrolls he had written became lost. Time passed, and soon they were long buried. It wasn’t until the sixth age that the scrolls were discovered by a lonely women who dug for treasure where the very scrolls had been buried. Some say that the scrolls wanted to be found and that is what drove her to dig in that very place.

After she found the scrolls, men and women hunted her down and stole the scrolls. However, the scrolls contained magic within them and would not remain in one place. Pages of these scrolls were scattered throughout the land to never return to the same place.

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Little will become known about the times before the first age of what I saw. I write on these walls, everything that was before, now, and yet to come. I will be known as the Ancient Prophet without a beginning, but with an end. For not even I know my beginning. Prophecies come to me in visions, and I will pass away before the first age begins.

In the beginning there was a giant explosion creating infinite parallel universes. These universes held magic within them. Some had strong magic, and some had weak magic. If the magic was too strong, the universe would be destroyed from the misuse of power. If the magic was too weak then people would die from sadness because they would have no hope. The magic of hope is a strong enough magic to keep a universe alive.

No one knows how the universe came about. Not even I was given the vision of what became before the universe. Another mystery I pondered upon was the city of Ruinoneo, as that city was older than the universe itself and held together by a strange powerful magic. A magic that baffles all wizards who enter the city and survive. No one knows how the city of Ruinoneo came into being, and no one will ever gain this knowledge.

Centuries came and passed before the beginning of life came into being. The beginning of life marked the beginning of man, animals, and plants. Some say that mankind came about as an accident, a plague that would consume and destroy the planet. There were other races created who often fought with man and among themselves. These races included the medes who had beaks like an eagle and stood upright like a man. They were intelligent and lived ten times as long as man. Medes became seekers of knowledge and often kept to themselves.

These races included the medes who had beaks like an eagle and stood upright like a man. They were intelligent and lived more than ten times as long as man. Medes became seekers of knowledge and often kept to themselves. Men had fought wars with the medes because it was man who wanted to gain glory for conquering the lands… a glory that would quickly vanish with a short life span.

The other race in the beginning was the stiminites. The stiminites were frail creatures who loved peace. They weren’t trained in battle, and they were quickly taken over by men and made to be their slaves. For centuries, the stiminites worked for man without a rebellion. One day a stiminite was born who would stand up to his owners. Little is understood as to why this stiminite began to stand up, but he was unlike the other stiminites. He desired the release of his people from the tyranny of man. Upon the wall of this building, I etch this story in the original language of Zalonia.

A woman stiminite by the name of Lytonah was with child and her labor was extremely painful. Months before she had been forced to have sex with her owner and became pregnant. From what she knew, a stiminite had never been impregnated by a human, so she had no idea of what to expect. The pain was greater than the children she bore since human babies were larger. She screamed louder than any woman has ever screams upon birthing her son.

She didn’t know if she loved this child. Could she love a child that had human blood in his veins? She felt hatred toward the man who raped her. She had never felt hate before this, for it wasn’t in a stiminites being to hate. The pain continued to get worse, and she pushed with all her might. She just wanted the baby out of her. She could feel her stomach rip open from the pressure, as death quickly consumed her.

The baby survived and grew into a child raised by humans. They called him Trinan, meaning “Half-breed.” From a young age, he began working among the stiminite slaves day and night. He wondered why he wasn’t allowed to be like the other human children who often played out in the meadows enjoying themselves. He felt trapped and envied these children wondering why the other stiminite children didn’t have his same longings.

As he grew into an adult, anger filled his heart. He had no mother and wondered where he came from. Being isolated from both humans and stiminite, he was alone. Working as a slave wasn’t helping his sadness. One day, while working with a stiminite, Trinan said, “Do you ever want to be free from all the work we are forced to do?”

The other stiminite looked at him confused, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, all we do is work, and the humans…they relax and enjoy life. They force us to do the work for them.”

“The humans do the work of the gods.”

“What gods? I have never seen any of these gods.”

“The gods that fly above in the sky. They come and go and interact with the humans. I have seen one once. They are not like anything in this world.”

“What are these gods like?”

Trinan was curious. He had seen things fly overhead before but didn’t know what they were. He assumed that it was humans with some kind of strange invention.

“They are tall, maybe nine feet with an orange color to their skin. They hold a magical device that contains a red light. The red like is some kind of magic that destroys anything in its path. If we don’t obey the humans, they will destroy both us and the human as punishment.”

“Then the gods are evil. Why should we not fight back?”

“No one dares to face the magical red light. It is powerful and can kill you quickly. They control the world with their magic.”

Trinan thought for a moment. “Why do they allow the humans to be free while we work?”

“They originally appointed the humans to work, but then the humans forced us to do the work, so they didn’t have to. The gods only care if their work is getting done, as long as the human pay them with the purple gems that we collect, they don’t become wrathful.”

“But they are just purple gems; what do the gods need them for?”

The stiminite became irritated, “You ask too many questions! Do your work before we get caught talking.”

Discouraged, Trinan walked away and began working again. The day was long, as he pondered everything he had talked about. If he could gather all the stiminites together to rebel, what would the gods do? Would they kill all the stiminites? That would force the humans to do their work. The gods were smart and always had a back up plan. However, that wasn’t going to stop Trinan from formulating his own plan.

He stayed up late in the night for when the gods would come and to talk with the humans. Eventually, a flying machine went over his head and headed toward the human village. Trinan quickly made his way in the direction the machine went. He was raised in this village and knew his way around; however, there was a guarded wall that surrounded the city.

As he was making his way to the village through a small forest, he tripped over something. “Hey, watch where you are going?” A voice called out.

Trinan went to run, but the voice then said, “Hey Stiminite! Get back here or I will call the guards.” Trinan immediately turned around and looked at the person talking. “You are not supposed to be out here, stiminite! You will likely face severe punishment.”

Trinan wasn’t sure how to respond, “I will face the consequences.” The man who spoke crawled out of the shadows. He was dressed in brown rags and wore a hood shadowing his face. He appeared shorter than most men and carried a pouch on his side. Trinin instantly recognized him as a magic user. He had never known a magic user but had seen them in paintings, as he grew up. The people in the village told him that he must avoid magic users at all costs, as they were evil and intended harm. Trinan could feel fear grip his chest, as he gazed in wonder at the magic user. “You’re a wizard!”

“That I am,” the man replied in a deep voice. “I have been exiled from the village because I am considered a ‘threat.’ Fools! I should have minded my own business and never came.”

Trinan was not surprised. The village hated wizards. He decided to be honest, “I have come to rebel against the humans and destroy the gods.”

The wizard’s eyes widen, “Destroy the gods? Is that even possible?”

“That’s what I’m here to find out.”

“But you can’t do this on your own. You need help. What about the other stiminites?”

Trinan sighed, “They won’t help. They say we must obey the humans.”

The wizard was silent for a moment before saying, “Alright, I will help. I don’t like the gods either.”

“How can you help?”

The wizard laughed, “With magic of course. I will create a cloak of invisibility for you. However, it will only last a half an hour before it wears off. It will take most of my strength. I will pass out here, and you will need to come back for me.” “I will do that in exchange for the spell.” The wizard smiled, as he reached into his pouch. He pulled out some herbs with a brownish color to them. Trinan knew nothing about herbs and wondered how the wizard was going to use them. The wizard spoke first, “Are you ready?” Trinan was impatient, “Yes!” The wizard held the herbs above his head and flung them at Trinan’s feet. There was a puff of smoke that surrounded him, and soon, the smoke dissipated into the air. Trinan jumped when he looked at his hands to see nothing there. He could still feel the ground beneath him even though his feet were invisible. “Quick, be gone!” The wizard said; his voice stern. Trinan quickly turned toward the village and ran. Since it was dark, and he couldn’t see, he stumbled over a rock. The pain was just as real as it was when he was visible. He continued and reached the village gates fully out of breath. There were two guards guarding the gate, and Trinan realized that if he were to open the gate, the guards would be alerted immediately. He paused out of breath to think of a plan. He found a heavy rock and held it in his hand while walking over to the guards. He kept out of their sight as he snuck up on them, for he didn’t want them to see a floating rock. As soon as he came upon the first guard, he smashed the rock into the back of the guard’s head. The other guard looked over and saw what had happened. He pulled out his sword which was a large and heavy sword. Trinan was glad that the guard used a heavy sword because it would slow him down a little. He held onto the rock, as the guard glared at it. “What in the name of Zalonia is going on? The wizard must have returned.” He stepped forward and swung his sword toward the rock, but Trinan quickly dodged the sword and smashed the guard on the head. This was easy, almost too easy. He grabbed the key to the gate off the guard’s belt and made his way in. The human village was quiet, as he made his way toward the center. He passed several huts before seeing the flying machine that had traveled above. It was a large round machine, and Trinan could feel himself become unnerved. He didn’t have time to stare in wonder, as he began to go around the machine. He soon came upon a human talking to one of the gods. The god was like nothing he had ever seen before, as he stood well above the human, and his skin was orange with a greenish tint. His large eyes were completely black. Suddenly, Trinan tripped over a root in the ground, and the god looked over to see what the noise was. Trinan held his breath hoping not to be discovered. The night was silent besides a strange humming noise coming from the machine. The god continued to scan the area, and after not seeing anything, he turned back to the human. There was a device of some sort attached to the god’s belt. Trinan assumed that it must be the red light weapon that the stiminite he talked to earlier mentioned. It didn’t appear dangerous, as there were no sharp edges like the weapons that Trinan was used to. He looked down to see that his hand was coming into view; however, it remained transparent. The spell was wearing off, so he had to make his move. He quickly made his way over to the god and grabbed the device from his belt and pointed it at the god. “Fooled by a stiminite, how is this possible?” The god said, as he turned around to face him and went out to grab for the device. However, Trinan was quick and pressed a button on the device and a red beam shot out toward the god. The beam was lightning fast and blasted a hole through the god’s belly, as he leaned over and crumbled to the ground. The human grabbed his sword to face the stiminite, “You killed a god!” Trinan pointed the device at the human, but the human put his hands up to show that he wasn’t going to fight. “I intend no harm. For years we have been controlled by the gods. We never knew that one could be killed. Perhaps they are not really the gods we thought they were.” Trinan lowered his weapon before saying, “When I was told of the gods, something didn’t seem right. Why would they force us to labor in order to find the purple gems?” “I have often wondered the same thing. Of course, I didn’t say anything about it.” Suddenly, there were a pack of guards coming toward them. “You’d better get out of here, and fast!” Trinan didn’t stick around to see what would happen. He ran in the opposite direction of the guards and felt a sudden sickness come over him. His stomach hurt, and his body suddenly felt weak. He was having trouble escaping the guards. He wished they were understanding like the human he had just met. He fell to the ground, and the guards quickly surrounded him. He looked up, but his vision began to blur. One guard became three guards and their shouts sounded like one massive noise with no direction. He could fell rough hands grab a hold of him and carry him. Soon, he was roughly thrown to the ground and was all alone. The sickness continued to overtake him, as he fell into a deep sleep. Outside the city walls, the wizard smiled in satisfaction at the commotion that was happening. He enjoyed using his magic to work chaos in order to take his revenge out on others for being an outcast. He almost felt bad for the stiminite, knowing what the magic would do to him. The stiminite was a fool for blindly trusting him, and he let out a little chuckle before walking off into the darkness with more plots formulating in his mind. It was late morning before Trinan found himself awake once again. His stomach still ached but it seemed that his senses were clearing. He looked around him and realized that he had been thrown into a prison cell. He looked over at the cell door and saw a plate of food that had been shoved through an opening at the bottom of the door. It appeared to be scraps of bread and meat that was probably left over from the people of the village. He looked away. With his sore stomach, he didn’t feel like eating anything. It seems like days went by, but he had no way of keeping track. He grew lonely and had no one to talk to. The stiminites wouldn’t come to rescue him any time soon. Suddenly he heard the door to his cell click. The human who he had spoken to before the guards attacked stood there. “Sorry I took so long, but time is short, and we must hurry. Darkness is covering the land as we speak.” –>

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