Oanus

From the breath of creation, a new world was brought to life. Bahamut, the first god spread the endless, free skies, stretching them to the horizons. From the earth, he rose mountains, tall and strong, to reach towards the sky and ground them. He filled the canyons and valleys of the world with waters, deep and powerful. They lapped the feet of the mountains and quenched their thirst.    This world was perfect, or rather it would be. The elements of air, earth, and water could not be balanced without their sibling fire. So Bahamut pulled a star from the night sky and fashioned it into the sun, bright and furious. Now it was perfect. Now it would serve as the home of his children. This world was created for Bahamut's children, the dragons. So he released them into it so that they could live and be free.   The magic creation, however, is a potent thing, and life sprung from the earth, the air, the water, and the fire. Bahamut's children would not be alone. Soon their jealousy led to a war with the children of Oanus, chief of whom were the giants. Thus the future of this world was written in blood. It could no longer be perfect. The sky would be choked with smoke, the mountains torn down to rubble, the oceans filled with blood, and the sun itself darkened. Life, a precious and fragile thing, would be forced to contend with death, cold and dark. Magic would be abused.     There will be, however, hope.    There will be some who would stand against the darkness.   There will be some who would carry the torch through the longest night.   There will be heroes who would fight to see Oanus as it was meant to be.