Worlds Collide

The cosmos is not what it used to be.

There was a time when great dragons would cruise through the skies, immortal against the eternal backdrop of the distant stars. Shades would skim from shadow to shadow across the night, watching for the perfect moment to enact their darkest plans.

Worlds drifted through the cosmos, inhabited by mortal beings going about their everyday lives, their every action insignificant compared to the cosmos, and their every action watched over by powerful immortal entities.

Kyderria and Kivekia were two such worlds. They were worlds with many things in common. Unknown to the mortals, they were linked by a common consciousness, spanning the cosmos.

The immortals of these worlds were powerful indeed, moreso than most other immortals that cared for worlds across the cosmos. Their dedication was unparallelled, as they watched over and cared for these worlds through times of peace and war. Great empires were seen forming, expanding and falling in the time of the immortals.

And yet, sometimes immortals would come and go themselves. The immortals that looked over Kyderria at its creations many aeons ago are not the same immortals that look over it now. The great dragon, Nosferatu once spread his wings to create the first races of Kyderria, and the immortals of his pantheon.

And yet, now he is gone.

The immortals' perceptions of worlds are very different. They see the bigger picture. They understand how the world works. They know when things are right and when things are wrong.

Most recently, the immortals of Kivekia and Kyderria concluded that things were very wrong in their world.

Through the shared consciousness of these two worlds, a conclave was called, gathering the great immortals together to discuss the future of their worlds. Many attended, from the most powerful to the weakest of immortal entities, gathering around a great round table in the halls of Asgard high above the world of Kyderria.

Their worlds were crumbling. The life force that ran through the cosmos, flooding the lands with magic were fading. The mortals were becoming sedate and uninterested in their surroundings. They paid little attention to their own existences, let alone that of the world they inhabited. Immortals exist outside the natural flow of a world, and so its life and vibrance does not fall to them. The mortals, their actions, their thoughts and their emotions, provide a world with power. Without them, a world would perish.

The immortals were angered by this, and concluded that it would fall to them to do something to bring about this. They had created the worlds in the distant past, and could destroy them in a moment. It was considered that the lands be utterly destroyed such that new worlds could be created afresh. A new start. Most immortals had great distaste for this suggestion. Millenia of work had gone into Kyderria and Kivekia, and they were not willing to surrender their domains just yet.

However, from the idea of destruction rose an idea of a solution.

Kyderria was a land well placed that had existed for longer than most others. Even without the vibrance of mortal life, it would probably be able to continue existing, resisting decaying into a void of nothing. Kivekia was a younger world, but was full of uncontrolled magic, raw and free, and easy for the immortals to tap into. The mortals of Kivekia called it the Parallax storm, flowing around their landmasses, preventing them from exploring beyond the known continents.

The resilience of Kyderria. The raw power of Kivekia. Both had something the other could use. If each world had something of the other, it would stir up interest from the mortals, and bring together a new life force.

And so, the immortals tapped into their powers of creation, bringing into existence a force that had not been harnessed to any great extent since the very beginning of time, preparing to bring about a great change in the cosmos.

Nothing changes in Kivekia or Kyderria. The worlds have been the same for decades, and will remain the same. Life was a routine that everyone took a step at a time, but it was a routine. At least, this was the opinion that most shared.

That changed when the sun crept over the the horizon one morning, spreading light across a new day for both worlds. Those that were sensitive to holy powers may have felt a little uncomfortable in the night, but everyone had slept well for the night. Even the madmen of the asylum had slumbered without so much as fidgetting for the night the immortals did their work.

The people of Kyderria looked to the east. The people of Kivekia looked to the west. Something had changed. Something in the air felt different, as if the flow of magic in the land had changed slightly...

The continental masses of Kivekia had always been surrounded by thick storm clouds of magic, full of colour and crackling energies. They had filled the horizon in all directions around the known lands. To the west, beyond the coasts of Ossaca, this had changed.

Kyderria had always been a world with boundaries known by the people. To the east was the Dragon Sea, followed by the smaller of their continental landmasses. Beyond that was just another ocean. Except that it wasn't any more.

As the people of the two worlds looked out, there was something new. The Parallax Storms of magic had thinned to be translucent from the Kivekian point of view, and appeared as a translucent cloud of colour from the Kyderrian perspective. Looking through the foggy horizon, the outline of land could be seen - land that had not been seen before.

The people of each world looked out towards each other, unknowing of what lay beyond. As the days passed on, both sides began to make preparations.

Preparations to explore New Horizons