Through the eyes of a God...

God Years are much different than the years on the planet. Yet, OmnuS has developed a system that works.

An hour in the eyes of a God is a week on the surface of Jade. Thus the following dating system.

Some say viewing the world through a God's eye would be impressive. Others care not to know, for it may ruin their vision of the Gods themselves, brining them to their own level. However the reason or possibility, I bring forth the Musings, Thoughts, Actions, and Feelings of the God AltoN. AltoN the Balance, mediator of good and evil, the ever-present eye.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 16.

AltoN looks upon the world and it's constant changes. Happiness and Anger playing upon emotions that change every second. "ZoX!!! What are you doing? There seems to be corruption everywhere. The balance has swayed! Whatever your plans, you cannot win over me on this plane! Just remember who's area you are treading on."

AltoN appears furious, yet he's proud of his brother at the same time. For he is doing his job.

"Brother. I shall never take you on this plane. O watches us even now. But as for Delton, I have a friend and a finger everywhere. Maybe more than even yourself."

ZoX looks down. An evil grin appears on his face.

"I am sure SelendaR my child is doing much more than me though."

He laughs.

They both turn towards the dish.

What they see is a picture of a home in the midst of a deep rain. Within there is a child born. As they focus on the child, her eyes are what most interest them both. For they see an eye of pure black and one of pure white...

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 16.2.

AltoN: "This child, she will be an important figure come the future of Delton. I think the one whom takes her into his/her arms will have a most interesting upper hand in this world's history."

ZoX: "Indeed, brother, for I am sure there will be many to influence this one's life."

He smiles sardonically as he places his fingers together in a steeple.

In a slight whisper: "Most in indeed, I am sure..."

His voice trails off.

MeoS looks upon the seen and draws back in disgust. "How did that come about? It looks almost not of this world! What do you call it?"

She says this with much contempt.

AltoN: "My love, it is child. As to what it is, I cannot say..."

He frowns as he trails off. MeoS's dislove of the unusual and beauty-lacking is disappointing.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 16.6.

Deciding to visit his son RantoR, AltoN disappears in a flutter of feathers. Minutes later he arrives in the realm of RantoR. Stumbling in upon RantoR's own Musings, he hides and watches his son with a smirk.

RantoR: "Orcish Dung! That Boy's good! He is smarter than me thinks he was. Maybe I'll watch his family a little closer this time."

RantoR turns and ponders a moment and quickly changes into his animal state. For you see a great cave bear standing in his place. It stands in a place high above the hills above the town of Blundon on a perch that opens into a large cave. It's fur is charcoal brown with a speck of red here and there. It's face is huge, much the size of a giants fist and with intelligence equal that of a great oak tree.

Noticing his son's involvement AltoN decides to make his rounds of the realms while leaving RantoR to his mutterings.

He smiles as he slowly walks into SelendaR's realm. Although pitch black, he was not impeded whatsoever. Peering down a stairway he sees a thin female wearing all black. She is huddled over an elegant mirror. In it, she observes a being. It is a child not much more than two, but with incredible aptitude and endurance for one of it's age. Looking further you notice an eye of black and another of white on it's humanoid face.

"Yes, father was right. This one would fit great into the plan..."

AltoN steps back. Hmmm...ZoX IS involved.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 18.2.

AltoN observes from a high vantage in another realm of the Gods. He sees clouds high in the sky and a cloudlike ground. It's appears soft and mushy like a mushroom, but it is very pleasant. So pleasant one may feel like not wanting to leave for some time.

Several fairies float around running errands. It is strange to see this, but it is most beautiful on this eve. For the sun shines upon the realm in happiness.

Upon one cloud that floats into view, the God OmnuS is sitting cross-legged and reading a large tome. He finishes it as a fairy moves in to pick it up and another drops a new one off. This pattern continues consistently for several hours until a shadow covers his tome.

OmnuS: Without looking up.

"Yes brother? What casues you to distract me so?"

ZoX: "I am in search of some literature, oh Great OmnuS."

The last words comes out with some kind of stress, as to what cannot be told.

OmnuS: "The tomes you seek require a favor in return. Find me some sacred literature you keep hidden from us and I will offer the tomes you seek."

ZoX: Sneering, he raises a hand, but then rethinks his move.

"Of course my brother. Which do you seek?"

OmnuS: "The Book of Serrabi. The lost tome that had eluded me for ages until you snagged it before I myself could get it. I must learn of the fate of Serrabi for...specific reasons."

His pause seems unjustified.

ZoX: "Brother, that is no problem, I figured I'd need collateral one day, and this is it."

He snaps his fingers and the tome floats over to OmnuS. Omnus does the same and they make the trade.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 18.8.

Upon further walking through the godly realms, AltoN walks by the realm of TitanuS. He stops and peers down. This realm was always the most interesting. Although very serene, it could be very abrupt and life threatening at the same time. It was a realm of mountains and clouds. When the clouds broke and the sun did shine, you couldn't see valleys big enough to stand out. The mountains overwhelmed everything. You might see a large lake or an ocean every now and then, but the realm was entirely mountains and clouds. Most were snow-capped, but you could see vast amounts of vegetation on some others as well. It's almost as if the realm was there to satisfy just TitanuS's needs.

Walking above the clouds, AltoN could see many of the Giant-folk of TitanuS's followers doing their deeds. He even stopped to watch two Verbeeg beat at one another in a deathmatch for the village's rule.

AltoN always thought this realm a very intriguing one, but also a very grand one as well. In his search for the God of Giants he always found it taking hours trying to find his friend.

AltoN rounded a corner around a huge mountain monolith and immediately stops. There he spies his prey, but also with some other God he seems to scowl at. For he sees ZoX.

ZoX always seem to be one step ahead of him whenever he attempts to do something important.

"I may have to look into this. He may have a mind spy on me..."

AltoN trails off just as the God of War appears. MantrA not at all a bad god, but a destructive one, has caused much grief in his world of late.

Time passes...

MantrA in a loud booming voice that even penetrates the ears of the giant, speaks his thoughts.

"I think we move our giant volunteers down this divide and crush the elves in this river valley."

He smacks his fist onto the map on the large boulder they stand over.

ZoX Smiles.

"Careful my son. You are over anxious. The elves are very smart and have many arrows that will annoy TitanuS's children."

He says this almost sadistically.

"Just remember that we are here for a reason and must steal what we have come for. I want that..."

His voice trails off in a whisper as he realizes his noisome voice. He finishes in a whisper and a smirk.

TitanuS, in an even more grandeur voice than the powerful voice of MantrA speaks.

"My children will not suffer, for they are the greatest on all Delton. If I have to, I will have my best shaman in that region go with the group."

Mantra raises an eyebrow.

"Now that's an idea! Overpower the enemy."

AltoN draws back at their comments. He smiles, yet his face looks saddened at the same time.

"I must tell ToriA of this. For she may want a lead if her favored people is to be obliterated. The scale must stay still."

He flys off in a flutter of feathers in the direction of her realm.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 19.1.

Arriving in the Realm of ToriA, AltoN stops to observe the amzing scenery. So much unlike that of the Realm of TitanuS, this one grows life. Surrounding the low hills are vast forests of flora and fauna. Trees of all types greet AltoN. Their wide bows and mixed colors makes the realm look like something out of a storybook. A god could become not only lost here, but insane as well. Alton shakes his head as he searches for his sister.

ToriA knowing her realm and her creations so well connected through them. Through the whispers of the leaves of the trees she knew AltoN was on his way. Saving him the trouble of finding her, she stepped spread her arms wide and created a path for AltoN to follow.

AltoN knowing the process, followed.

"ToriA. We must speak." He spoke with a furrowed brow.

"What? No greeting AltoN." A smirk upon her face.

Gesturing, ToriA sat upon a large mushroom head of light brown. AltoN did the same opposite as a mushroom head rose to accomodate his difference in height.

Smiling, AltoN continues as he thinks this arrangement comfortable. "There begin rumblings in our world. None other than our brother ZoX has begun a small war once more. This time against your favored."

Taken aback ToriA stands upset. "That tyrant! He's always causing problems for the elves. What now? Undead? No. Probably Giants again. TitanuS is looking for redemption..."

AltoN only nods. "I thought I might tell you those so you can get caught up before the attack occurs."

He stands and the mushrooms shrivels away. "Yes. Also, MantrA has gotten involved. It might be wise to speak with him on defense and enlist in some help as well. Although you are powerful, ZoX is involved as well. I would not take him lightly."

AltoN shrugs. Looking at her he turns and begins to walk away as she appears to be deep in thought. The vegetation parts once again for him.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 19.2.

AltoN leaves the domain of his sister and quickens his pace to another pair of domains not far off. Thinking to himself, he curses ZoX for his antics. He always seems to be playing these secret games. Now that he is placing mind bugs on his fellows, he will have to be punished.

AltoN looks up and suddenly realizes he is where was headed. In front of him stands a realm of swirling mists and heavy clouds. Sunshine can be seen off in the distance. This was always a difficult realm to proceed through. For this was the realm of his daughter of weather, CheevA. She always did her job well, but was too involved in it.

Walking into the mist he sighs. The storms never impaired him, but they did have a tendancy to cloud one's thoughts, even his own. Soon the clouds and lightning part themselves to a large swath of clouds below and sunshine ahead.

On the clouds below is his daughter, CheevA. She stands over a large vat of a liquid, most likely rain. She motions with her arms and throws a black powder into the liquid. The liquids heaves and creates a vivid picture of a land all too familiar to AltoN. Within the vat he sees the face he has been watching lately. That of Erawen Amil-Gerath looking to the sky that blackens by the minute.

Time passes...

Finally arriving at the realm of JaidA via Cheeva's realm, he see again swirling mists, but this is much different. These mists have electical static weaving in and out like clidren playing in a field.

As the mists part, a large edifice appears. It is of earthen and water make. It is reminicent of the homes of the Rahadhi. A cliff dwelling people on Delton, that carve their homes from the cliffsides. These carvings resemble termite mounds eighty feet high.

AltoN smiles. Teleporting himself, he arrives within the very laboratory that his daughter sits in. She is observing some book with arcane runes of a time long ago. A time when AltoN himself was just a young God, thrust into his first title.

"I trust you are well, my daughter?"

JaidA scowling at the interruption stands. "Yes, father. What brings you here at this impasse?"

"I have a favor to ask of you, that only you can resolve." AltoN nods at her.

JaidA looking intrigued, steps arpund the desk. "Yes? Go on."

"I believe your Uncle ZoX has placed a mind bug on me, and I would like to destroy it." AltoN says.

JaidA quite surprised at this, immediately grabs a book from a row of bookshelves next to her. Paging through she points her finger to a particular line.

"I can do this, but for a price..." speaks JaidA

AltoN smiling nods. "Of course. What can I get you?"

"Access to the child..." JaidA says as she trails off and prepares the spell.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 19.3.

AltoN after leaving JaidA moves on, exiting the realm of magic. Turning towards the Space. An empty void within his realm where he could now think without ZoX's influence. His new job could be so difficult sometimes. He had to make his rounds of the realms more often to keep an eye on his brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters. Pondering for what is hours in the Delton World, is years in his realm.

Time passes...

Awakening from his deep respite, AltoN stands and looks into the Space. Smiling he nods and moves towards the direction of his thoughts. "Yes that'll do."

He arrives at Delton and looks within. Spotting a place with large, jagged rocks, he nods in it's direction. Soon you see a pegasus standing there. It almost looks back at it's master in response. There seems to be an osmostic connection between the two.

A golden eagle also lands nearby the pegasi, they communicate something and take off towards a large copse of trees where stands a rickety cabin.

Within, a child is seen looking out the window towards the sky as if in anticipation. The eagle lands on the window sil and nuzzles the child's hand. The child opens it's unusual eyes widely and nods. She opens the door as her parents stare in awe. For a pegasi stands before them. The child pets the nose of the pegasi as the eagle flys off. The pegasi speaks to the child and she clambers up a lowered wing. Taking off, they fly out of the copse towards the Great Desert...

The parents are lost as she disappears in the distance. The father wraps his arm around the mother. They turn and walk within without a scream for their child. For they knew she would never come back. A tear crossed the mother's cheek.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 19.5.

From the scrying pool AltoN watches the movement of his followers through the eyes of the golden eagle.

The ground below moves by at swifter rates. Soon the trio move beyond the vast forest and a plain opens up before them. The occasional conifer dots the landscape as the last remnant of the forests are left behind.

Turning it's head the eagle observes the pegasi and watches the girl through eyes that can observe the slightest detail. Although her eyes are of odd colors, the potential for her to have an involved life by gods creates much distraction. She is beautiful, even for a young child. Her skin is smooth, yet her points are angular. Very unusual for a female in this world. It's almost as if she is one, yet everything. She playfully picks a flower's petals as she rides in happiness.

An odd occurrance happens with each petal released. The petal regrows itself into it's original flora. When it lands upon the ground it roots itself and a patch of flowers arises around it. One lands upon a granite surface and it does the same. Rebirth from death...?

AltoN pulls back in surprise. This one is indeed valuable.

What AltoN does not know, is that there are powers, beyond his own capibilities, at work on this plane...

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 19.6.

Pulling back from the scrying glass, AltoN shakes his head. What is this one about? Where did she come from. She cannot be of God Make, for I cannot remember her...

With the snap of his fingers AltoN is in the great realm of OmnuS.

"Great Brother! What brings you to me this day?" says OmnuS.

OmnuS closes his book and a fairy takes it from him. She places a tasselized card in it where OmnuS left off.

AltoN nods with a furrowed brow. "Show me the creation records..."

OmnuS claps his hands.

You see three fairies fly off to the Great Library of the World. Upon it stands a golden obelisk some twenty feet tall. Clouds surround it's base.

Returning, the fairies carry forth four large books. Each dated with the current ages of Delton.

OmnuS opens one of the books and hands it to AltoN.

"This should suffice." He glances at AltoN in curiousity.

AltoN opens the book and begins to read...

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 20.1.

AltoN pulls back from the last book in frustration. He cannot find any reference to the child whatsoever. He slams the book and fairies flutter in all directions. He places his hand under his chin in deep thought.

OmnuS a little bit fearful of AltoN and fearing for his books, immediately grasps the book away from AltoN and checks it for damage. Satisfied he passes the four books to the three fairies.

"Brother? What are you looking for?" OmnuS cannot breach AltoN's mind this time, for his anger dilutes the rest of his thoughts.

AltoN glances at his brother. "I cannot say at the moment. I will be back..."

With that said AltoN stands and disappears in a wisp of clouds.

Moments later he arrives at the scrying dish to observe the child through his eagle's eyes. He finds their travel coming to an end. For they have begun to fly over a great desert. Cactai dotting the landscape at first and then all vegetation begins to decline as the grey sands take over.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 20.2.

AltoN wills the magestic eagle to turn it's head once more to observe the landscape.

Below the eagle sees only grey. Grey sands appear to move in waves, yet it clearly is obvious that is merely an illusion created by winds. The landscape, although a dark grey in color occasionally emits a few changes. An outcropping of rocks here and there tell of a land that once used to be here. It may have been volcanic judging by the grey sand.

The cactai are less persistant now and they seem to grow shorter. Eventually the cactai change completely and become short bundles of thorny bushes.

The eagle no longer knows there destination. As does AltoN. AltoN finds his control over his friend to be weakening. The unicorn is no longer his, for the child absentmindedly has taken control over it.

AltoN is saddened by this.

AltoN emits more of his magic and finally gains back the control of the eagle that he could have lost.

The eagle watches her again and realizes that she has changed much in this short trip. She now has the looks of a young woman coming out of childhood.

This confirms AltoN's suspicions. She is not one of his. She is from another...

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 20.6.

Time passes...

AltoN walks to the dish once more. This time he arrives for another purpose. In search of the doings of his brother again. ZoX has been too quiet. Yet when he looks upon the essence of ZoX, there is nothing.

AltoN pulls back. "Damn. What's he up to now. He's got a black cloud on my scrying dish now! Tricky bastard!"

He forms a fist in anger and anxiety. The fist slams down upon the dish in anguish. Not realizing his crushed dish, he turns and decides to show up elsewhere.

Moments later...

AltoN walks upon the realm of the giants in search of TitanuS. Rounding the famous corner of the great mountain by TitanuS's lair, he stops in surprise.

There TitanuS is playing chess. He is playing alone. The pieces are confusingly different though. There are pieces in the shapes of most giantkind and they are challenging some shorter pieces that look like...elves...

With a tap on his shoulder, AltoN turns in surprise. ZoX is standing right behind him.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 20.8.

Bursting into his sactuary, AltoN fumes.

"How could ZoX be everywhere at once. Grrrreyyyaaahhhh!!! That bastard is getting on my nerves."

The funniest thing occurs. AltoN smiles at this. For ZoX has been acting the part perfetly, almost too perfectly. He might have to boost MeoS a little to make her balance a little more with ZoX. Unless he just offer the job to someone else that can handle it. Female goddesses were weak sometimes...

His thoughts bring him to his love absentmindedly. He remembers that she is about to invoke her people with a hero. A hero that will be born in the elven community. So interesting, will this be for the mistrustful elves. AltoN grins and decides to go build a new scrying dish. An unbreakable one.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 21.4.

AltoN rises from the empty floor. Standing in space, he looks down at his tools and realizes that he must clean up now and imbide this dish with it's magical abilities.

Soon after all is cleaned, AltoN stares at the dish and begins enchanting it. Small, precise hand movements create a magical weave as his hands move in and out the thread at speeds that are inconceiveable. Yet, they appear to move about it delicately. Slowly he removes his hands and let's the thread surround the dish and the magic become a part of it. Smiling, he is satisfied and turns towards the gate to his place away from places.

To his surprise, MeoS stands there awaiting him and smiling all the while.

"Love. You are so interesting to watch at times. Did you break, yet another dish? I hope it wasn't me this time."

She speak this with a sly grin as she strokes his shoulder absentmindedly.

"MeoS, such greetings to you, but pray tell me, why you are here watching me?"

"AltoN, tisk, tisk, the child is to be borne upon the world this day. Have you been so consumed with your chores that you have overlooked the souls of the world?"

AltoN smiles, remembering the child and the soul they chose to embody it. The soul was of an old grizzled war hero of times past. They decided that it was time to recycle some of the greatest beings in Delton's/Jade's short History. Although the Dwarven War Hero Ka Dolm may dislike his new form, he will enjoy the solitude the elves will give him at first. AltoN beams at his choice. MeoS will be proud.

"Dear, I have not forgotten, I have been a little consumed with other expenditures. I will follow thee into Chakel Doleme for the embodiment."

Indeed this will be interesting...

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 21.5.

AltoN follows his love and they walk soon enough entertwined. Arm in arm they arrive in the Great Arena of Greater Souls. The souls are embossed in stone appearing to be in battle stances that represent their greatest feats in life. Now in the afterlife they again live their great lives in hope that they may yet again one day become heroes.

AltoN always felt awe entering this Great Arena. They have named it Chakel Doleme. Which means in old human, the First Saint. He absentmindedly walks by a stone pillar with an old female dragon upon it.

AltoN grins. For he remembers Shilmina, the great dragon female that sacrificed herself to save her own kind. Saved from annilation by the Giantkin. In a separate pact ages ago, the two races settled on a deal that removed dragons from the great Titas Mountains on Quinron. They exiled in her memory as the giants promised to cease attacks, if she gave her body to the Giants. Even now, hundreds of years later, the Giant Leader Grothen wears her teeth as a heirloom.

A tapping on his shoulder reveals MeoS at his side, annoyed with his delay. He nods and moves to the one stone hero they came for.

Drawing within himself he taps a very deep magical weave within, that only the creator of a world contains. He draws it out of himself with both hands clenched. It would appears his hands are sucking the energy within him. At last the draw ends and both hands are enveloped in a brilliant crimson glow.

Placing both hands on the stone AltoN releases the enveloped power into the ediface. The stone shatters and a shimmering blue-grey glow emerges. The glow seems to acknowledge AltoN's presence for a moment and they appear to speak. The glow shines brightly for a moment and then turns an angry grey. AltoN smiles at this. He predicted this reaction.

Nodding to MeoS, she opens the small central portal of the arena. On the other side is an elven female obviously in distress. The brow upon her face shows a lite sweat as she arches her back in pain. Her belly shows the full roundness of a child within. AltoN gesters to the glow and points at the female.

The glow hesitates, then flows forward and enters the portal. With another hesitation it appears to look back through the portal at AltoN. Then it dives into the female's belly. The female screams in agony as the child within moves about with a quickened pace.

An elven male rushes into the scene and helps the elven woman to a chair nearby. Worry very present upon his own face.

AltoN sighs.

"It is done. Let us leave and watch through my newest dish."

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 21.6.

In a matter of minutes, years upon the World of the Living, AltoN returns to his new scrying dish. Looking within he searches.

MeoS, rendering herself proud, comes up behind her love and rests an arm around his waist. Watching the swirling within, the desired scene appears before them.

The mists part to reveal a densely forested area. A smoke fire is seen through the branches. Immediately, the fire is brought within view, and a couple is seen. The young couple appear to be elves.

Nearby is a trio of horses and a child appears to be obediantly brushes them. Checking the hooves, the child spies the worn metal of one horseshoe in part. His eye appears well trained, yet odd for an elven boy.

"Father? This shoe needs to be fixed."

Frowning, the father walks over to the horse.

"Do not concern yourself with such matters, Kadolmeth."

Although very proud of his young son, he displays traits not similar to one of their kind. If he continues this development, he may not make himself many friends.

"Xanther, don't treat him like so! He IS our child."

Saying this, she rushes over to the boy and hides him within the folds of her skirt. She seems to know exactly where her husband's thoughts were.

The young boy curls his lower lip in slight anger.

"I was only trying to help father!"

Kadolmeth wipes his face as tears begin to stream down them.

Pulling back, AltoN grins and sighs at the same time.

"Good thing we had smaller rifts, with our children."

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 25.2.

Days later...

AltoN peers into the dish with the intent to look upon the dwarven realm. Surprisingly it dish quivers against his will and brings forth the scene of the Tree of Jade. Upon the trunk of the great Jaden Oak is the face of the child he once observed. The faces smiles at AltoN and then speaks.

"Observe your world great AltoN. Observe what it will become. Observe not longer what it was. Observe behind me."

A limb gestures behind the tree, much like that of a great arm.

Behind the tree the desert seems to have been cultivated in many short areas. Little sprouts have emerged in carefully spaced areas. Humans, elves, and other humanoids alike carefully care for the seedlings. They appear to be wearing robes of a cloudy green color.

The scene advances back to the face and then fogs out. Back in his scrying area AltoN frowns greatly.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 25.3.

Quite puzzled and a bit upset over this new change of events, AltoN looks away from the scrying dish.

"Hmmm...what to do, what to do..."

Placing a digit to his lips, he appears deep in thought. Turning abruptly, he heads off. Walking in mere moments, AltoN appears in the domain of his sister. The sister that is the creator of the animal life of his planet.

Even after all this time, ToriA, has not yet created her domain. She seems flustered over this, but her time is consumed by the world below them. The sun shines brightly, but her continual pattern of rolling hills in previous domains is gone. Replaced by a lone hill, on an island, in the middle of a sea of navy blue. She playfully watches her friends, she calls ants.

There she is surrounded by sands of red and a few swaying palm trees. A single patch of grasses surrounds the base of the trees.

Immediately she stands and nods to her brother.

"Yes, AltoN?"

He smiles at her warmly.

"I assume all is well for you?"

She frowns.

"Actually, no. Do you feel it AltoN?"

AltoN nods.

"I have also seen it. I take it, then, that you have felt the loss of our planet."

He looks down as she nods. Absentmindedly, he pushes some of the sand around with a sandled foot. He is remided of human children as they create and destroy things with sand. Smiling, he looks back at ToriA.

"We need to act soon. IT, is gaining in power every day down there. IT, even nows where I scry from and when I do."

ToriA looks startled by this revelation.

"What can we do, AltoN? I cannot change anything there. Every time I try to send a friend of mine, IT takes it from me."

AltoN continues to play with the sand with his foot.

"I believe, that if we work together, we may be able to create a disturbance to slow IT down. Let's convene in a High Council meeting at the end of the moon cycle. We should all be involved in this."

ToriA nods as AltoN turns and heads away.

"Until then..."

She blows a kiss and floats near AltoN. Suddenly the kiss turns into an eagle. One very much like his favorite. Turning back to ToriA and smiles his thanks.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 25.5.

Arriving back in his scrying room, AltoN sighs deeply. A noise from the scrying dish, startles his gaze.

"What now? As if we had enough problems already."

Looking within the great bowl, AltoN pulls back surprised that it is not another problem with IT. This time it appears the dish has focused on ZoX. Smiling, AltoN appears glad, for his spell has finally begun to work.

Peering back within the tube, he again is surprised. ZoX appears to be on the planet within avatar form. In the form of oversized ogre with long tusks on both ends of his mouth. This ogre, appears less dimwitted than it's bretheren. Although, it is a bit more ugly.

AltoN grins. Leave it to ZoX to overdue it.

The Ogre seems to have walked right into the desert and towards the...Jade Tree! Oh no! Not now ZoX.

Lowering it's great club, the Ogre kneels before the tree, mocking it somewhat.

Oh Great Yandra, I have come forth to make an alliance. I propose this with a gift. He gestures with a large hand behind him. Moments later, a dozen giants pounds it's way forth. They stop within feet from the Tree's branches and bow to one knee as ZoX did.

The Jade Tree's face turns forth and speaks to ZoX with a smile.

"I thank you Lord of Darkness, but I care not for such gifts. I have the power to create...and...to destroy."

With a wave of a single branch, the Tree tosses something liquid at the giants.

The giants don't move at first, but then with large thuds all fall to the ground in pain. Soon they convort and twist in agony.

ZoX appears a bit surprised by this act. He shrugs though, not at all concerned for the giants. They were TitanuS's kind anyway.

Turning back to the scene, the Ogre that is ZoXm is taken aback. Where the giants were, now sit a dozen humanoids. These humanoids are similar in color to the grey sands around them. Skin covered in scales, a back sharing a pair of wings, and size half that of the giants preceding them.

AltoN pulls back from the scrying dish in shock.

"This is grave, grave indeed. We must call this meeting now."

Turning, he moves to a large gong nearby. Taking a large swing, AltoN rings the gong signalling a meeting.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 25.6.

Within moments, AltoN's scrying room fades away and soon becomes a large mosaic chamber. The structure is pentagon shaped, with the fifth corner cut slightly larger to accomodate the Great Lord. Each side of the pentagonal structure resembles some aspect of each of the Council of Five.

The floor of the room is absent. In it's place a mix of roiling clouds and mists permeate a hidden structure below.

As if on cue to AltoN's summons the other four Gods appear in their varying forms of entrance. MeoS appearing in through a doorway of sunlight. OmnuS flying through his wall on a cloud of sunset hues. ZoX rising from the floor with swirling mists of darkness. Wait! Still in avatar form. The very idea! Turning left, he sees ToriA arrive from the room's lone door. Practical as usual.

"Sit."

All Gods sit, with the exception of ZoX. He smiles at AltoN. His eyes yield a hint of obtained knowledge only shared by himself.

"Must we do this every meeting ZoX? Please sit. We have important matters to attend to."

Still smiling, the ogre sits and sets his huge club nearby.

"Alright. As you all are aware. We share a new friend or enemy, depending on how you look at, on our beloved planet."

The Council nodded in unison.

"What I called forth this meeting for, was to acknowledge this as an issue to the creators of this world. Observation hath given me the enlightenment over time, that the greatness of the situation employs ac..."

"Oh get on with it brother!"

AltoN deepens a frown at the younger god.

"As I was saying, the so called 'Yandra' or tree of jaden colors has somehow taken it's roots and dipped them into several natural weaves. The planet life core is sharing it's force with the tree. ToriA can back up this claim."

ToriA stands and steps forth. At the same time ZoX stands and mocks her. AltoN jumps to his feet.

"I said sit ZoX!"

Employing some of the power with himself, he shoots an incredible force of light at the god. The flash covers the scene and AltoN cannot see for many moments.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 25.8.

The bright flash fades and AltoN slowly observes the scene unfolding before him. The three untouched gods are covering their eyes with sleeves and hands amixed. ZoX is slowly revealed. In his natural state, he is blown against the furthest wall grasping a wound above his chest. It heals belows his hand even as he seems to peel off of the wall. A grin upon his face soon twists into a scowl.

"You...you...you will NEVER do that to me again!"

AltoN waves him off.

"If you will not act as the major voice I offered you to be, then I can just as well cast you into the minors. Thus are my powers."

He sits back down in his chair.

ZoX is taken aback and his jaw drops in shock. He scowls even more, but keeps mouth shut. Mind reeling, he appears to even now form plans of deceit.

"Now, if you will sit, I will let ToriA continue."

ZoX continues to stand defiant.

"Go ahead ToriA. Ignore his behavior."

"Thanks AltoN. Now that this Yandra creature is upon the planet, I wonder yet, where it is from, but let me carry the true point. Yandra has taken control of the Gobu Region. I cannot access my friends there any more. She blocks me even now of the birds that fly over."

She frowns and a tear is seen AltoN. He smiles at this. He knows she cares quite a bit about here job.

"As for the nature of the weave, I have lost a good deal of contact with the mother from that region. Even she is crying for our assistence."

ZoX smiles.

OmnuS appears to be writing things down. He looks up and then pens more down. AltoN smiles once again at his bretheren. Although, ZoX is a bit of a handful, he is doing nicely as well. All these millenia have proved nicely of his family. He tunes out ToriA for a moment as he thinks back on the beginnings of it all...

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 25.9.

Reflection being interrupted, a call from the planet comsumes his mind. Indeed the mother is in dire need of help. Her calling increases and he focuses on her thoughts. A sentient being she is, but only to speak her happiness and pain.

"Great creator. I beckon thee to assist me in this fight. She has taken a piece of me and causes great pain to my soul. Take her away please!"

A pause stimulates AltoN's mind.

"Mother of my creation, we are even now discussing your pain. Soon you will see action, soon my child."

His gaze fades and then re-established itself upon the Council.

"...and I believe this to be the key to our plan."

ToriA seems to have concluded her discussion and sits. She looks to AltoN for approval.

"We will talk later on this ToriA. I have spoken with the mother. She begs our assistence as soon as possible. Fortunately I have not conveyed our fears."

He sighs long and hard. Gesturing to MeoS, AltoN lifts his fingers suggesting it is her turn to speak. Standing she folds her hands.

OmnuS once again is busily penning down information. He glances around the group like a nervous rabbit.

"I agree with ToriA. Her plans imply great possibilites and..."

"Pardon me, but shouldn't we be trying to find the source of the issue and not be playing harmless feeler games?"

OmnuS speaks this glancing at ZoX. ZoX nods his approval. For the first time this council, ZoX is acting the God he is suppossed to be.

"I agree with OmnuS. Do we not have information on times past on these types of occurances?"

AltoN considers the proposal for he missed ToriA's proposal and this idea seems valid enough.

"Very well. OmnuS, you and ZoX get together and gather what you can. Go to the other gods of the galaxy if need be. If that proves not, then go to our roots. I will convene with 'O' while you are gone. ToriA and MeoS, go to the planet in avatar form. Bring me a sample of this tree..."

AltoN stands and snaps his fingers. The pentagonal hall fades and his scrying room returns. His last view of the council was ZoX's surprised look once again. His gaze even then suggested deceit.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 26.0.

AltoN moves to a large round disk made of greyed marble. His desk from times past, he fingers the smooth surface lovingly.

"Take me to the Space."

The table begins to spin and the marble becomes a blur of hues, ever changing. Soon a grey mist arises and covers AltoN. Moments later the mist evaporates and AltoN is no longer there.

Appearing in the Space, AltoN steps forward and kneels.

"Son! Welcome or Unwelcome as you see fit. I have gazed upon you recently. I am most pleased and intrigued by your presence.

To bring you answer, I have four words. 'It is a test.'

Take it as you will. To seek the answer, find what you love most and begin there. Now begone."

AltoN smirked. His father was so left and right. Turning, he snapped his fingers and reappeared in the same mist that sent him to 'O' minutes later.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 26.3.

AltoN considers his next move for the day. Searching about for his magical rod, he shuffles through plants, omen lists, and other forms of godly duty before it is revealed. Grasping the Rod carefully AltoN stuffs the instrument into a pocket that immediately seals itself.

Turning about to the entrance of his domain, AltoN exits and re-enters into the majestic domain of the Giantkind. Walking from the blue beyond, into the mountains that beholden all giants, he smiles. It was always a pleasure to come here. It's almost serene. TitanuS was a good friend at times. Rampant and overbearing but a good thinker.

Rounding the usual corner, TitanuS is nowhere to be seen. A large cave mouth is to his right while a large flat stone sits in the middle of the clearing. Moments later a large creature, a Frost Giant by nature steps out of the cave and squints at AltoN. Realization kicks in and he immediately bows.

"Me sorry Great Lord, not know it was you."

AltoN smailes at TitanuS's right hand creature. Blizord was always nearby TitanuS's lair. Not that he could compete against the gods, but he was a good guardian.

"Rise, great frosted friend. Find me the Big Mountain, I am in need of a game."

The giant nods and walks back into the cave mouth. Moments later a grumbling and loud crash can be heard within.

"Why you wake ME!? What!? Oh! Why DIDN'T you say so first?"

Minutes later the form of TitanuS reveals itself from the cavern with a long stretch and a momentary yawn.

"Lord AltoN. What can do for you?"

AltoN gestures to the flat stone nearby.

"Let us play."

TitanuS grinned. He was not a deep thinker, just a slow one. AltoN waves his hand and a chess board appears on the flat. Several figures quartz display themselves upon the board. Both figures sit as a shaken Blizord steps from the mouth of the cave and takes his place as sentry upon the cave's lip.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 26.5.

A large fist pounds a rock nearby and crushes it to a heap of stone.

"Why me gotta lose this time?! Me beat you two times before...now can't win the Golden Rooster from you until next three times!"

Alton grins towards TitanuS.

"Worry not friend. You are the best I have ever played. You will beat me the next time."

TitanuS seems to calm at this note and nods.

"You right."

AltoN's grin fades as he poses the subject he came to discuss.

"Big Friend. I must ask you your thoughts on the...Jade Tree."

TitanuS roars in anger.

"That stupid tree make my giants something else! Change them to little lizardman things. Me is very mad at taking my friends. They no listen to me any more either. They do her jobs!"

He pounds that same large fist upon the chess set as it disappears. A large crack splits the rock flat, yet it remains and doesn't crumble.

"Tree kill, change, hurt, expel my giant friends every time they go to attack it!"

AltoN raises a hand to silence the giant creature.

"Hold friend. I understand and will assist you if I can, but what were your giantfolk doing in the area anyway?"

TitanuS pauses long and stares hard at AltoN. AltoN nods and stands.

"I understand. Will ZoX be assisting you in the near future now as well?"

His tone seems to mock the great creature.

TitanuS can only shake his head.

"Me no more deal with him. Take too much of my friends to death. Support for me is become smaller. I hekp you if you help me to."

AltoN nods and turns as if he is going to leave.

"That'll be all great friend. I will see you when the time needs."

AltoN disappears in a wisp of smoke, only to reappear in his quarters moments later.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 26.6.

TitanuS is easily manipulated AltoN thinks. Yet, he is a good friend, despite his choices. AltoN turns to his dish to observe the child.

Swirling the liquid within, he focuses his mind outward to find the him. Slowly the liquid settles revealing a forest setting. The forest is full of conifers; spruces, pines, and tall greens. A forest floor reveals little vegetation, except for the sparse fern and patch of fungi. Grasses dot the land, but the sunshine of the hot summer beats them down. A horse's hoofbeats are noticed as two of the creatures pound through the paths amongst the trees. A male and female elf sit upon these horses as another horse rushes from behind them, more clumsy. A young elf male rides to follow his parents.

AltoN smiles. He is growing quite fast. Probably adjusting to his new form as well.

The older male points further into the trees and turns his horse towards where they were coming from. His eyes widen and he points again in the direction he faces.

"They cometh. Hurry Kadolmeth, ride ahead."

The young elf stalls wanting to fight, but follows the direct orders. He kicks the horse's sides and they head forward. The female follows her son quickly.

The male remains a second and watches the doglike creatures rushing at them. Some ten or eleven are many yards away searching the trees with their dull eyes. One sniffs the ground and points in the direction where the male elf was just at. They immediately rush forth.

The is gone rushing after his wife and son. His bow is slung and ready to fire at the appropriated moment.

AltoN sighs and pulls back. The knowledge of this child is out. They will be running for most of his life. He must inform MeoS of this soon. They may have to provide cover for them soon.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 27.0.

AltoN considers his next move. Thinking of calling a quick meeting for reports, he stands near the gonglike instrument and reconsiders his options. Maybe he should speak with MeoS first. An interruption to his thoughts occurs as an ethereal being groans near his front gates.

Peeking through his dark chambers, the ethereal guard appears, and AltoN nods.

"Yes Aiiigron?"

The guards wavers into further existence forming into it's favorite form of a clear Panther.

"MystrA awaitssss your presssence outsssside."

"Thank you Aiigron. Proceed."

AltoN follows the guard out his front door and down the long clouded path of swirling grey clouds. The clouds have been known to reflect his mood these days.

MystrA waves to AltoN.

"My Lord. How are you this time?"

AltoN merely nods to her presence as if she were annoying gnat flying near his head.

"Walk with me and be silent for the moment."

MystrA's lower lip curls as she is curious why he would ignore her. Yet, she follows him out of his linear boundaries.

"Do you feel your power dwindling? Do you feel weekness and worry? Do you feel the concern of your followers becoming more apparent? Do you know what it is like to fear death?"

He stops and turns to her surprisingly.

"Ah...I ah, I am sure you are right Lord."

She stammers unsure of where he is headed with this. Apparently, her face visibly shows the issues have struck her.

"Lord, I have lost some of my power and that is why I have come. The fledglings on the planet have prayed to me for guidence, yet I can purely tell them nothing but the word Reassurance. What is this disturbance?"

AltoN smirks, but his mind is focused on something more important.

"MystrA it is the being that considers itself the ruler of the planet. It's a lifegiving and destoying lifeforce. For now, do your best to keep your supporters in check. I must go on an errand. I will call a meeting to discuss more on the issue very soon. Now good bye."

He turns and walks away from a very intrigued, yet shocked MysrtA. She disappears in a wisp of blue smoke.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 27.4.

Arriving at MeoS's realm, AltoN stops just before entering. He waves a hand and a stout wooden table of oak and two leather wrapped chairs appear. AltoN sits and crosses his right ankle over his left knee and waits. Moments pass and a guardian of shadow appears. Holding out a large wicker basket, the guardian lays a large white napkin in front of each chair. AltoN takes the basket with a nod and pulls out a bottle that appears to be wine.

A hand touches the back of AltoN's neck and caresses it a moment. Then a feminine shape appears from behind as the guardian leaves.

"AltoN, my love, you are to kind to share time with me. Tell me, what occasion has you so wrought over me, the Goddess of Beauty."

A flash in the eyes of MeoS and a smirk in her lips proves quite tempting to AltoN. He gestures for her to sit even after she has. AltoN then smiles and kisses his love's hand.

"My dear, it is business this time, but let us enjoy ourselves before I leave information on the table."

MeoS merely nods in agreement and sets to the basket. Within appear odd sorts of fruits and breads that are not completely seen in this universe. Fruits as hard as gourds, breads made from oats and raisens, and wine from a nectarine.

Time passes...

Finished with the meal and pleasantries of being with one another, the couple's discussions turn to the elves and recent successes and failures.

"This is why I bring you here my love." Says AltoN. "I hath viewed Kadolmeth and his parents in recent moments. It appears that they are in peril once again. Gnolls chase at them this time. I have this feeling... being chased most of their lives will not change... unless you luck it to be so."

MeoS stands. "I must go at once then AltoN. I have enjoyed you enough and this child must live."

With that said, MeoS disappears in a swirl of golden smoke. Her eyes last lay on AltoN. He grins at her suddenness. Gesturing for the guardian of shadow to clean up, AltoN stands and heads towards his realm.

Galactic Year 86, Day 532, Hour 27.7.

AltoN quickly arrives back in his quarters. He eyes teh scrying dish curiously as he considers his options. As if reading his thoughts, the lone dish upon it's pedestil beckons AltoN with flash of white light. Reaching the dish, he scans the picture within.

The mists part and the scene lays upon a realm of ice. Great Mountains of pure white ice and glaciers fly past. Valleys, frozen wastes, plains, and escarpments soon pass underneath the eyes of the God. Suddenly it all stops. A vast cave mouth of a bluish color opens wide before him. Then the scene reals forth into the cave and deep within it's cavernous mouth.

Sentries of what appear to be undead creatures stand alert, but unaware of the prying eyes of the God. An army of fleshy undead polar bears lay in a corner. They stir and begin to march in unison out the cavern. Further on, wraiths and ghosts float past as if guarding something further in.

Then it stops again. For upon a throne, a man in robes of the blackest green, sits in dignity. A sceptar of a past time and power lays across his lap. His hand raises and points to another standing in front of him. Another man as it would appear, no...a Vampire. This man is wearing the finest linens for clothing and appears quite important in this view. The man upon the throne speaks. An emmission of dust erupts from his mouth while he speaks as well.

"Your report is interesting...Talil. Will she take to the side as you say?"

"Yes, Lord of Mists."

AltoN pulls back suddenly. Shock apparent upon his face. The Lich King is back. He had sworn the undead vile creature was buried when the great quake split the continents the first time. Looking back he continues to listen in.

"Very well. Help her...switch then. She will be a most valuable ally to our workings in the city of Archon. You may leave."

The Vampire leaves in a puff of smoke as a trail of spiders runs away in it's place. The Lord of Mists sits alone with his long thoughts. For he has centuries upon centuries to wait...

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 0.1.

AltoN's amazements is his well placed. For the 'Lord of Mists' so called is a worthy adversary. Even for a God of lesser powers, this creature of evil magic is quite impressive. DecaathoR most definately must be impressed with this. As he sits down in thought, mere hours after his view of the conversation between the Undead Lord and his vampire minion, a jingle from the gates wakes him from his reverie. A call from a Cloud Gasp ushers the God to the vocie chamber.

"What is it friend?"

The Gasp rasps something out of it's windy throat while AltoN listens. Gasp was one of the many messangers that AltoN carried in his realm. One of the more loyal types of creatures, he knows he can count on them in time of need.

"I see. When does she plan this...Storm?" A pause. "In three world days and no less...hmmm...tell her that is agreed, but make sure it cleans the land in the process."

The Gasp nods and begins to head out as AltoN considers his plan to achieve for the day. A Council meeting with the Minors is well overdue, but this is not the time...yet. A meeting with ToriA and MystrA is also due. His mind made up, he turns and graps his Cane of Radience and exits the pillared archway.

AltoN makes his way to ToriA's domain since it is the more scenic and quiet route. Passing two galaxies within minutes, he longs for his own thinking realm. Soon...he tells himself...soon. Hence two days and he'll have his break as agreed upon by all gods. Every fifth day is a break from the troubles of Godhood for all Gods, though many choose to keep their ears available to answer prayers. This reminds him of the new spirit that has entered the realm of late. The spirit is three followers from becoming a God itself. It's light shines more brightly in the life and death realms set near the Galazy of TirithiS. AltoN reminds himself to go scry the land the monks on Jade call their own. Soon they will have their own God and power to usher in a new era of mankind.

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 1.1.

The Great God looks about from time in thought. Gaining his feet once again he goes to the doorway of his home turf and yells out.

"Koughaithrallee!" He sings.

Moments past and a meek creature of fairy-like nature flys forth. A female and quite dazzling, even to a God, she holds a tablet and begins to write.

"Good. Now please, gather the Minors and make sure they are aware that I am calling a meeting to discuss our issues with the Tree. After you are done there, check on ZoX and spy for me where he is at."

The fairy-creature stops or rather she hesitates as her quickly beating wings slow. A sure sign she is not pleased or desires to go into the realm of ZoX. She continues to write on the tablet before she leaves.

AltoN is quite pleased as he heads back to his chambers for one last scry on the dish. Looking without pause into the dish, AltoN focuses his thoughts upon the child. As usual though some other scene appears in the dish. What appears to be a stable of an Inn or so the human speech is called. The focus turns to the stable and follows what appears to be a young woman he had followed once before. Erawen, he remembers her name as and pulling her soul from the eternal darkness. She pads forth spying a horse of pure beauty. Seconds pass as suddenly a light flashes beyond the seeing. It's immensity covers the entirety of the stable and beyond. AltoN feels a pull at the magical weave reminding him of something old. His memory fades and comes back.

"NO! Not here! NO!"

He grabs the sides of the dish in anger as a gate opens stealing Erawen away and replacing her with a rather well built human like creature. He looks very human indeed. Brown hair, strong shoulders, stout torso, a strong attractive man this person is. Then a female elf, a dwarf, and two humans emerge from the doorway pointing a sword at the man.

"Who goes there!"

Then the scene fades. AltoN tries to destroy the dish he made, but it is near impossible, even in his own anger. He built it for this purpose alone. So he could not destroy yet another.

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 1.4.

AltoN soon finds himself walking the paths to the high chamber. Wearily he contemplates how to broach the subject of the Tree of Jade. His mind continues the long process before even he walks past his seat in the chamber. Quickly he adjusts and sits.

Already there are the four other Major Gods; ToriA, MeoS, OmnuS, and of course ZoX. The confusing part is ZoX is in his own form and relatively complacent. Sitting down AltoN glances down at the four and then into the clouded glass floor. Waving his hand, the clouds quickly wisp away.

Below sit the nineteen members of the Council of Minors. A lone undefined form also is there, but it is an atomized cloud of smoke.

The chamber below mirrors the Council of Majors above, but much smaller and circular. A large banner sits behind each of the gods and goddesses in their various styles of chairs. Each space is twenty feet wide and moves towards the center of the circle in the shape of a pie piece. The walls are not a solid mass and appear cloudy. Each dignified section is separated by a glass pillar that holds the banners with ther individual signs. All the gods are seated and looking down as is the dignity they give those above them.

AltoN looks at each a moment and then concetrates on the center of the circle. In seconds there appears a lone tall candle that is lit. A center sconce holds it aloff.

"Welcome daughters and sons! You may look upon us now."

The seats of the higher gods move forward so that they may be seen more clearly. The lesser gods look upon them with reverence for they hold the power to destroy them at will.

"The matters that I bring forth this day of reckoning are: one, the entrance of the spirit you see there and two, those concerned with the new force upon the world."

He sighs a long moment.

"The spirit near you is developing more quickly than anticipated. A new destiny and art has arisen upon the world that is most interesting and intriguing to us all. They call themselves monks. Their style and art is fighting with the power of their inner spirit and the strength of their bodies. They may soon be the power we may need to fight this other force upon the planet. They need just fourteen more followers to become defined as a group and raise their God."

As if the spirit could hear the conversation, it seems to flash an orange color.

The Minors begin to nod heads and whisper amongst themselves. Then RantoR stands.

"Father. If this happens, would it make our council an even number of voters?"

"Son and other members, I have considered this and I appoint ZoX to be the deciding vote in all uneven matters until a new god or goddess arises to change this destiny."

Many murmurs amongst the crowd issue forth in utter disappointment. Even ZoX is in complete shock and stands. His face reveals interest, but also anger.

"How dare you convey me to the lessers! This will disrupt..."

He stops short and sits down with a deep frown.

AltoN smiles at this while the Minors below continue to show inacceptance of the suggestion.

"This will be! You will take ZoX as a mentor and deciding vote if it is required."

AltoN sits back as they continue to murmur and ZoX shows the scowl of a child not geting his way.

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 1.5.

AltoN pulls back quite pleased over his decision with ZoX. Although it was a rash decision, his disruption of ZoX's normal activities will prove worthy in the end. If the rumors were true, then ZoX's cohesiveness with the Jaden Tree will lose it's momentum.

Glancing about the room proves that AltoN had been in his thoughts longer than needed. Most of the other Gods and Godesses stare at him impatiently. Even RantoR below is pacing a worn path into the floor.

"For those of you that have questions mounting, you'll have your answers as best as can be taken care of. However, those will have to wait until later. All of us here will be available to you at a later time. Thus, it brings me to the issue at hand, the Jade Tree."

AltoN pauses a long moment before digesting what even he is going to say.

"As most of you are aware, this Tree of Jade is more than a new sentience upon the world. The activity it has carried out suggests power beyond that of any there now. Even the mother, the core of the planet is losing hold. (A few nod at this, while many gasp.) This creation can only be godlike in it's own right. For it takes power from even all of us here. Many of us have witnessed such events upon the world. My second greatest eagle lineage is no longer. She has taken him from me. Creatures upon the planet are being changed forthwright. Even ZoX has lost a few of his own minions. This proves more dire than our first awareness foretold."

AltoN lets the experience sink in as he continues to consider what to say.

"OmnuS will now speak. For he has gathered probable information as to what designs the creature may have resulted from."

OmnuS then stands and three fairies follow him to the edge of viewing disc in the floor. In their hands is a large blue double bound tome. OmnuS stops at the edge and gestures to the book.

"In this book, I have found many interesting things. For myself mainly, but a passage within reads as such: '...then we discovered the being to convort evil into good things in front of our own godly eyes. It was almost evident that the creature was making things as it saw it and not as we do...' Many of you may conclude as you may, but this suggests much. For one, this creature is being that takes and gives. Can any of you tell me what other being in our universe does the same?"

Most appear to be ignorant of the simplest answer. Then AltoN's face contorts in shock and confusion. He stands abruptly.

"It can't be! You're not suggesting that the almighty one has a hand in this?"

Then the other Gods and Goddesses look about in sudden recognition. Murmurs and disruptions begin.

"SILENCE! This meeting is adjourned! Speak nothing more of this until we meet again tomorrow. The Council of Majors will continue session now."

The large central disc immediately winks out as if it were an eye and the Minors are left to their grumblings.

"Answer me Brother!"

OmnuS nods only.

"I am simply suggesting that the being is a piece of 'O', not him..."

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 1.6.

AltoN cannot believe what he has just heard. Can the Almighty 'O' really be doing this. I thought this was my reward. After ten thousand years! How can this be?!

A tap upon his shoulder reveals OmnuS behind him. He gestures as if to speak.

AltoN raises a dome of silence around the two. "Speak brother." Commanding more than suggesting.

"I realize this was a gift to you brother, but consider everything that 'O' does. If the Almighty One is everything and nothing, what does that tell you about your gift?"

AltoN sighs long and hard. "I am not ignorant of such suggestions, but I had hoped that this would not be. Even I, thought that a gift could be taken back. I remained hopeful...Either way this challenge is another test for us all. There are ways to counter the father. Remember the Four Sisters?"

"Vaguely...I believe though, they can counter his omnipotence on our own ground. What do you suggest?"

AltoN smirks. "We bring the immortals here from Grastinott. I will give them birth in the form I originally chose for the planet. They will be linked to us. If they prove worthy, I will offer them Goddess status. What say you?"

OmnuS folds his hands together and turns to the three other Majors facing them from outside the dome. "I'll concede, but be warned, this planet will not be the same when all is said and done. It may not be your vision any longer."

AltoN nods. "All must change and accept it at one point, even yourself. I have a job for you yet though. In my absence, I need you to research prophecies made to reference 'O'. Maybe we can beat the future if there is one."

OmnuS nods. His face grim, but still accepting. "And the baton? Who will it be in your stead?"

"Me of course. I am capable of controlling my clone."

A bit surprised, OmnuS again looks back at the three. He nods and waves his hand. The dome disappears and the three look a bit skeptical.

AltoN raises a hand to calm them. "Our conclusion is that 'O' is taking part of what he has given to us. We need solutions though. Go back to your realms and confer alone. Think deeply and by the morrow we will reconvene. Now go."

MeoS is the only one that remains. "Dearest. How? How can he do this to us! After all we have accomplished." A frustrated eyebrow raises. "I have more to consider than this."

AltoN surprisingly pushes his love away. "Stop thinking about yourself MeoS and think about whether you will ever get to see what you've created again. Get beyond that and come see me then."

MeoS full of shock and surprise scowls. Never had AltoN treated her like so. She turns and disappears in mist of perfume. Anger apparent upon her face.

Forgetting what was said, AltoN enters his own realm in a quick snap of his fingers. Standing in front of his mirror, he motions and then taps twice on the reflective surface. Seconds pass and then the form on the other side steps through. The mirror of himself nods and walks to the scrying dish. It then focuses on it's job through AltoN's own thoughts. He smiles and then heads to the gate of his realm. Time for his journey to Grastinott.

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 3.3.

The great AltoN exits his gate within moments. His feet do not move him. It is more the ground that follows his commands. Space is funny like that, it moves not. The item or person within however commands where it should go. Space always get's smaller and never larger. AltoN considers these aspects of it while he travels to the realm of the Four Sisters. Slowly his thoughts turn to them. Once he had met them, but they were always too busy to acknowledge the god. Tis the truth of immortal women.

Stars pass by as do planets and great swirling masses of fire. Space often was a beautiful site to AltoN. Plus it allowed him to think about things more deeply. Seconds pass as a sound comes from his right and far off. A light bright enough to illuminate his own realm comes his direction. Slowly it grows and spits debris behind it. AltoN stops in his tracks to observe the comet's flight. It passes overhead and is no larger than the god himself. Yet, it's beauty is beyond that. If only his own planet could observe these...

Turning back to his long walk, the god considers bringing comets closer to the planet. It would be very nice. He contemplates this as another circular mass comes closer to him. This one much less bright. Smiling, AltoN moves forth in a hurried pace to Grastinott. Moments pass and then he is there. The smell of ice erupts into his nose. Shrinking to half his normal size he enterst the planet's interior. A door of flame opens before him and exits into a surface covered in jagged ice crystals. AltoN waves a hand and a path clears before him. A shot of immediate anger erupts from beyond a mound.

"Who did that?! I just had the Mother create those! They were perfect for keeping the Hueginn away! Oh...my...I'm sorry my liege...what brings AltoN here?"

AltoN smiles. "Great response time. Just the sort of speed a God would need. Tell me, do you ever think about Godhood?"

The creature peeks around the mound and a ghostlike face views the God. Curiosity crosses it's transparent features.

"Of course Lord. What immortal does not. Why do you ask?"

Again AltoN smiles. "Just maybe I can offer it to you...IF...If you do something in return for me, I may off it to you and your sisters..."

Three other heads of similar appearance, but different features appear from other places. All very interested.

"You are our friend if you can do so." Speaks one. Another looks with fluttering lashes. "Oh please AltoN. Teach us. We'll do anything."

AltoN frowns, but if they are this easy to manipulate, then he'll placate them now. "All you need to do is help me in my new universe that 'O' has given me. Help us balance the world and you may achieve your godhood. It may take a few centuries of time though. I can award you life beyond that so that you may fight any menace properly.

The Four all nod as the original speaks an answer. "Of course. I need not even ask. Lead the way. What shall we be?"

"A race called human I created on the planet of mine. I may mix elven in you for prolonged life though."

All smile at the word elven. For that is there natural form.

"Take us Great One."

Time passes...

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 5.6.

Planetary minutes are much different than a minute in a God’s life. Time passes quickly, but at much more prolonged periods. On the planet, a human may life to be one hundred years old, but to a God that is merely a minute to them. That is why they slow the breadth of time to balance with the workings upon the planet. It is such cases that allow Gods to intervene upon the planets they work in. In what appears to be mere minutes to those on the planet, AltoN and the Four Sisters arrive at his realm. The Gates of Heaven as he so calls them. At the gate stand some hundred plus sentries. Most are various forms of his followers in demon-like appearance. Yet these devils, demons, and imps are no like the ones you’d find in planes of death and ZoX’s own realms. These are gray, silver, and white in colors. Some are swirled mixes of such colors, while others choose to alter the colors like a chameleon would. The forms that these creatures take, are chosen by AltoN himself. Usually, they are similar to crosses between frost giants and devils. While, these creatures outside the gates guard with ice, the ones inside guard with other forms of magic.

The group enter the gates at the Lord’s request. It is when they enter they are approached by AltoN’s most powerful creations. Each is a golem from beyond this universe. Each was created from the spin off of a star. The whitest fire known to a God. They are Star Golems. Each has the power to put an invading God into a hold spell. This spell cannot be cancelled, but lasts for only a short time. For the mind of a God is much stronger than that of these simple creatures.

Each creature reaches for a pair of the sisters as they approach. AltoN however waves a hand with a smile.

“They are friends. You have done well.”

The pair begins to saunter away. They were the central line of defense to his realm. They were a great choice to add to his collection. AltoN gestures to the young immortal women to follow. Eventually, the group enters his personal home. A face, mirroring AltoN looks up and nods. It is devoid of emotion as it pulls away from the scrying dish.

“There is no report my lord. All has been silent in the areas you have recommended to watch.”

The clone of AltoN then walks toward a large mirror. It is no more than an oval, but it is as tall as the God himself. It steps into the mirror and becomes lost in a world of swirling marble.

AltoN thus turns to the young immortals.

“Welcome. Follow me into the bowels of this chamber and I will begin creating your forms. You must be birthed, before you become what you will. I will tell you this. Your childhood on the planet will last one week. Then you will become adults and age like elves. The host, will be the mother of the planet itself. The powers she gives you must be carried with caution. Be well Sisters and I will keep in touch. In you need me, only call my name.”

All four nod and float down a large chasm into the bowels of his chamber. AltoN, however slows his descent and lets them pass. Smiling, he follows them with a pleased look upon his face. This will work out just fine.

Time passes…

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 7.2.

Soon the Four Sisters and AltoN arrive at the lower ends of his home. Many levels down, it sits alone and touched only by himself. However, a very strong defense is set up here. For if one were to make it this far, it would harrow the true designs he planned for the planet. The defense not only comprises of a series of omnipotent spells designed by him, but also five spectral ghosts of deceased gods. His own personal secret. They do for they’re desire to rise once again. Yet, to do so, another must fall for one to take it’s place. A rare occasion since Jade is such a young world.

Approaching the walls of Meriathos, the Four Sisters suddenly stop as two spectral gods emerge from the slick marble walls. Then a third arrives through the ‘T’ in the wall behind them. Finally, the last two show up behind the Four Sisters. In a hissing voice all speak at once.

“Ssssspeak the Passsssswordssss.”

AltoN waves a hand and then channels his thoughts to the spectral gods.

“Then you may passsssss.”

All of the creatures turn into certain walls and disappear. The last thing that is seen are their wispy ends poofing in a groups of smoke. They leave the smell of aspic and citrus.

AltoN smiles and gestures for the sisters to continue to the right.

Soon, they arrive in the creation area. It’s a large room of such bright white that even the immortals have a hard time seeing when within. AltoN follows the four with and a wall slides behind him to completely close them within. Opening his palms wide, he smiles and speaks aloud.

“Welcome Immortal Ladies. Now, we will make you beings of the surface world. I will install you with enough knowledge to know the histories of this world. Do not forget the pantheon watches you from above. Now, are you ready?”

All nod in silence and wide eyes.

“Very well. First I will name you. You are the Immortals of the Seasons.” From left to right he names their season of specialty. “Winter, Summer, Fall, and Spring.” Turning, AltoN considers names for them. “Winter will be Chillis, Summer will be Fira, Fall will be Sopora, and Spring will be…hmmm…Venus…no…Inertia. You will all have the powers of the seasons. Chillis will control cold magics, ice, snow, etc. Fira will control the hot magics, heat waves, fires, etc. Sopora will control the magics of death and decay. Finally, Inertia will control life magics, vegetation, animal powers, etc. Be well you four and I will come to you in dreamstates.”

AltoN then grabs a pouch out of his pocket in his long grey robes. Taking some of the contents out, he tosses some at each immortal sister. Slowly, they transform into babies and half-elven ones at that. Whispering a word of magic, the four disappear. Nodding, AltoN grins.

“Now, what was it that I had to do next…”

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 7.4.

“In all awareness, there is desire to be born.”-Melman Winterthorn, Scribe of Darlantan, Second World Library.

These words come to AltoN’s mind as he considers his motivation for unleasing the Four Sisters upon the world. Truly, his humans are amazing in their wisdom. For he sees the faith and truth in those words. His own awareness is reborn everyday. Smiling, he exits the chamber and whispers himself away to his own scrying room. Within seconds he reappears in the room that is merely space with a lone pedestal and various plants to decorate the few marble columns that are representative of minotaur society on Jade. Coming to the dish, he drops a small pebble into the water to alter the scene to something more significant of his doings.

Below, and upon the surface of the pool of his scrying dish, a scene appears in the ripples. As previously agreed with the Planet Mother, he arranged for the Four to birthed in the bowels of the earth so as to not arise suspician. That same request is the scene that grows in the pool. For in the bowels, where the heart of the mother lives, is where the Four are being birthed now. The scene at first is a bright red-orange he that belies the eyes. However, it clears up and reveals an immense cavern of carved black rock for a ceiling and a floor that is solid liquid. Molten lava lays in a pool of it’s own. Dormant, yet hotter than deathfire itself, yet, it is the heart of the Planet Mother. At first the pool seems rather shallow and immobile, then slowly, a bubble appears in the liquid rock. Then off in the distance a flash occurs, yet there are no visible walls here, just ceiling. The light dies and another bubble appears before it pops. Eventually this pattern increases until the once dormant pool becomes a roiling waving mass of lava. The scene then changes somewhat as the mass begins to take shape and form a four legged creature of lava. A second follows, then a third, a fourth, before no more follow. They walk on their stumps in a strange locomotion unfamiliar to the world at first. As they walk upon the liquid surface, it begins to settle and form a bridge towards something distant. Slowly, the immense ceiling slopes downward until it becomes a mouth that opens upward and diagonally. A lava spout. The lava below forms from bridge to geyser as the four creatures climb upon it. Soon, the mother’s heart forces the Four with the geyser up through the spout and high into the earthen rock around her.

As the air tastes more like oxygen, the Four begin to change color. First, they seem to just go brown, then suddenly they appear to become stone the color of darkness and shine like a gem. Obsidian in likeness, they are. No longer do they move.

The earth soon begins to rumble and quake around them, this continues for many minutes before they are immediately thrown into the earthen air and disperse to the mountainous waste around them. Mount Havoc has reawakened and feeds the land around it with dark rock and orange liquid lava. Its brightness pains the eyes before it slowly changes color in the flows it creates. It hardens and becomes solid rock eventually.

Four large stones land in separate order near a curvy hillock with little more than a few grasses and insects around it. Yet, they land in equidistant perfect angles near one another. All appear to be glassy black, yet each is marked with a single point of the oddest color; ice-blue, fire-red, temperate green, and a multihued orange-brown.

AltoN pulls away with a smile wider than the planet itself for the first time in long millennia. Time will now tell…

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 7.6.

Pulling away from the pool, the great AltoN considers his next options. For it’ll be another week, in the planet’s time flow, before he will be able to watch his creation of four arise. His thoughts wend away towards the Jade Tree and how the reaction of the upcoming war will change the world. He intended for war of such powerful magics to never touch the planet if he could avoid it. Obviously, the new creature didn’t agree.

“Well if it’s a war it wants, then it is a war it’ll get!”

AltoN’s intense glare is so fevered that the planet itself feels it. The sky begins to clear, the sun brightens, and immediately the awesome power of the god is felt upon the planet. His intensity turns upon the planet, which experiences its first record heat of any week in the history of the world. An omen of wrath, many of the planet’s people anticipate. In the Gobu Desert where the Jade Tree thrives, the tree begins to sag due to the high heat. In the Duraka Mountains, snows begin to melt in greater quantities, floods arise, and the land weakens under the wrath of flowing water. In City of Archon, the stone streets begin to bake the area around them. The humidity around the city arises to such heights that the same stone begins to crack in many places. The dwarves in the city begin to run from the city speaking of its accursed streets. Even, the swamplands become so sweltering the trees begin to die in many areas, being unable to breathe. Such wrath awakens others as well…other gods.

Upon the immediate changes, ToriA is found at AltoN’s gates screaming his name. CheevA and ClauS shout from realms far below as her weather patterns are interrupted and his harvests are destroyed by the sweltering heat. The shouts bring reality to AltoN, but the intensity doesn’t quit until the moment he sees the area the Four Sisters lay in. One of the great obsidian stones rumbles and then shatters in a million shards that spray outwards. AltoN breathes and then looks away.

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 8.0.

As if turns out, the great god's glare is the same power he infused into one of the Four Sisters. Fira, being born of fire and magma, immediately strengthens herself through his heat. Her internals force her to mature much faster than her sisters around her and thus the space she holds shrinks. It shrinks so much, that she is unable to grow further, but the heat is so intense that it forces her to grow. So much that it bursts the obsidian around her and blasts outward in a massive explosion. The reverberations throw her own sisters farther away and a crater-like pit forms below her. Fira screams in triumph at last. Her freedom is now revealed.

It is then that AltoN notices this annomaly of his anger. His own destruction and carlessness also was a healing device that must of allowed Fira to become what she is suppossed to be, a beautiful half-elven woman with infused goddesslike powers to rend her enemies. Unfortunately, for one of her sisters, Chillis to be specific, she was forced to become dormant and possibly damaged as her obsidian casing appears to be melted in many spots.

Fearing the worst AltoN powers a communication to Fira to check on her sister, who is still just a babe. Immediately, the red-headed woman spares little time and checks there. Within, there is a whole and a babe that is not moving or heaving in breath...

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 8.1.

Days upon the planet have passed now and nothing has changed outside of the fact that there are now three sisters alive and one still unmoving and possibly not breathing. Chillis, has yet to respond to several attempts to awaken her, but the obsidian shell is too impervious to the sister's tries. Sopora appears to have no solution herself. Her disinterest, part of her nature, shows that she is ready to move on. Inertia on the other hand considers her own ideas and speaks.

"What if I were to take a few of the seeds of this land and lay them to protect our beloved sister in an embrace. That and our love for her may work."

Fira, with a lack of patience, shakes her head in anger and saddness.

"Whatever! Just do it! AltoN has not responded to my querries in days!"

Inertia smirks and can only nod. Looking about, she sees tumbleweed nearby. Grasping it, she makes it living with a whisper and caresses it coaxing forth its maturity and fruit. Taking its fruit, she steals its seedlings and breathes upon them. Electric, the air becomes as the seeds hump and bump and then alter themselves. Inertia gestures to her two sisters, suggesting they infuse their own magics into the seedlings. Fira licks a finger and touches each seed which forces them to add an orange stripe down each side. Sopora looks at them and sighs. Then she pauses knowing that her result may kill what Inertia has created. Then she smirks and glares at the seeds forcing them to tremble, they turn a sickly green and moisten. At the look of Inertia, she stops.

"Don't worry sister, I didn't hurt them. I helped them...let's say defend our sister if something were to find her."

Inertia can only nod as she begins the process of adding the seeds to the area around Chillis's shell. Then she says a pair of words and raises her hands to the heated sky.

The seedlings burst from the sandy earth in a wash of colors and grow to enormous proportions. What transponds are vines with bushy wavy leaves that begin to wrap around the obsidian shell. Then, flowers of a red-brown nature, burst forth with petals the size of hands. Their centers are a bright orange as well as a lone stripe running down both sides of the vines length. In this landscape, this thing would attract attention, but there is little in the way of life here.

"She'll find us if she yet lives. Until then, we must find a place to train ourselves. Let us go north."

Galactic Year 86, Day 533, Hour 10.5.

As the want to be goddesses decide how to define their lives, all things godly were occurring above. ZoX was busy wrestling with his new ideas and resting his mind. This happening especially after the episode with the Jade Tree. MeoS had her hands full with new plans to preserve her elves as much as possible. AltoN was heavily watching another god and favorite son, RantoR.

RantoR appears to be working some sort of metal within his forge on the planet. Deep within the Duraka Mountain chain in a cavern known only to RantoR, does he work. The sound of hammer pounding on metal rings throughout the cavern. Chunks of cavern rock rattle in the ceiling above. Occasionally, a chunk falls to the ground. Yet, RantoR notices not as his brow furrows in concentration. This seemed to be the most important part of his latest creation. Another clang to the top of the item, then another, and followed by a third and fourth. RantoR stops and looks at the burm he just knocked out of his gauntlet. The gauntlet of bear strength. Quickly, he adds four large claws to the top of the gauntlet. Each claw would raise over the hand and extend far enough to use as a weapon. As delicate as they may appear, each is sturdy in its socket and secured by gemstone nuts. Only mithril could ever shatter the bond on each claw.

Sweat drips from RantoR’s brow as he looks at the awesome armor and weapon combo he just created. One day he will hide this in the right place for some dwarf to find at the right time. Who it will be will be determined later. This age is not the time, but it could be used to counter any onslaught from the Lord of Mist on Zoria if needed. Time will tell. He looks up at the ceiling and raises his brows in surprise.

“Father, you offer your presence without interruption. Surely, you cannot be watching me for mere fun. Interrupt at any time if you have issues to discuss.”

AltoN smirks. “No son, I am merely checking in on you. That and I may have a task for you. I need you to find someone powerful enough to do some lifting for me. However, they must also be able to touch obsidian stone.”

RantoR opens his eyes in surprise. “Obsidian! What creature can touch such an object on Jade?! Not even I can do so.”

“That is why I am choosing you to find one who can. I need to get the stone to the continent of ZoriA or the Titas Mountains at the highest point where the air is very cold. Will you do this?”

RantoR appears angered, but determined. “I guess I’ll have to. Could you at least tell me why?”

“You will know when you see what I refer to. Go to the Gobu Desert and find the most wasted portion of land. There look for obsidian stone where only vegetation grows. You will know the place when you reach it. Then find one who can both lift and touch the stone and have it delivered to either location.”