Ashes and Aethoria

Author: Rinkal

Artist: Artorylane_555

Prophecies, Pain, and Power Do they belong together? Myris had always answered yes, for the wind carries prophecies, whispers cause pain, and Words wield power, and together they have kept weaving the same history again and again and again, for that is the truth of the soul in this world and every world that exists across the whole universe, however little, however distant, however close to none their contact with one another might be. “Line between propaganda and preaching is but thin ice, awaiting a single generation to walk upon it carrying the flames of inherited beliefs that outlast the generation which birthed them and change the world that had once existed somewhere between pain and peace.” Prophecy had befallen Myris and the world had fallen into chaos, for the Second Great War of Myris had just ended and had, unfortunate as Myris had always been, reached the battlefield beyond reach, the minds of people themselves, and so she was born. Aethoria Academia She was born to shape minds for the betterment of the world, to teach them to forge their own path apart from the pain they were born into and the prejudice they were raised within. But the prophecy has befallen the Nine Peoples once more, and fate stood at the gates of Aethoria with the same question. Will those now within Aethoria inherit her ideology, break the cycle and write a new history, or will they too, once they step beyond her gates, descend into the endless Abyss of the same history repeated through generation after generation, until they too become nothing more than forgotten names written upon a piece of parchment, buried within the archives beside the millions who came before them?