Seraph (Prologue)

I have finally made some headway with my fantasy story. The title of the story is Seraph. The following is still a rough draft (actually, it's my first draft), but I thought it was clean enough to give you all a sneak peek.

Seraph: Prologue

                Long ago, when Time had not yet been born, there was Erhu. Erhu lived alone in Eternum. Time and Space, Life and Death, none of them was yet in existence. Erhu began to grow lonely, so he created four beings to live with him fill the void of his loneliness, thus becoming the First Creator.

                First he created Expansum, or Space, in our tongue. Upon Expansum he entrusted the task of creating a world that was pleasing to him. And so, the world of Effendrim was born. Expansum forged mighty mountains and rolling rivers, lush valleys and arid deserts, cool ponds and vast oceans, and Erhu was very pleased.

                Second, Kronnus, or Time, was born. Upon Kronnus was entrusted the task of recording and organizing the events proceeding creation. Every action, physical and ethereal, was written down by Kronnus in the Scroll of Time.

                Third came Zivo, Life. Zivo’s task was to create living beings to populate the world of Effendrim. Everything that now draws breath was created by Zivo.

                Among the creatures created by Zivo was humankind, the most precious to Erhu. Of all Zivo’s creatures, man was the one that closest resembled the First Creator. Erhu bestowed upon them riches and gifts, and they grew to love him dearly. But Zivo had made man’s heart weak, and blackness soon began to grow, filling minds with greed and jealousy. Erhu’s gifts had ultimately made man scorn beautiful Effendrim and lust after the power the creators possessed. An army was raised to strike Erhu and his three children from Eternum and seize their seats of power. In man’s repeated and relentless attempts to breach the Heavens, Effendrim was ravaged by fire and destruction. Erhu grieved deeply for the ruined beauty of Effendrim, and more so for the corrupted hearts of mankind.

                And so, Nekros, Death, was created. So grieved by was Erhu by man that he gave Nekros the task of bringing all life to an end after a time. Every man was given a brief moment of life to mend the wounds caused in Effendrim. At the end, Nekros would come for their souls.

                The sentence of Death led many of the first humans to repent and strive to make amends. But many also remained who hated Erhu and his now repentant followers. Their loyalties divided, two factions were formed. Those loyal to Erhu became the empire of Orda. Those who still hated became the kingdom of Eris. Eris and Orda have been in an endless war since then, Orda, defending Erhu and those loyal to him, and Eris, still attempting to slaughter their way to Eternum and wrest Erhu’s power by force.

                For four thousand years Orda and Eris have been fighting. The death toll increases daily, as does Nekros' soul harvest. 

And there you have it! The first draft of any complete thought for the fantasy short story (but I think it won't actually be THAT short).

Please feel free to leave comments or suggestions in the section below. :)