Author: Sam
Series: Say it With Music 0 of ? (Prologue)
Rating: G: General
Character: Dungeon Master
Summary: The beginning: DM views events which the Children of Power will eventually live through.
Spoiler: Basically, random episodes from the Animated D&D series, as well as the un-aired "Requiem" episode by Michael Reeves.
Category: Fantasy, General
Disclaimer: Dungeons and Dragons is a trademark of TSR and the cartoon is a creation of many peoples, including Marvel Productions, TSR inc., Saban Entertainment, and Wizards of the Coast. I am in no way connected with these people, and I do not claim ownership to these characters, lands, or names. I have borrowed them to share a story... and most likely not a story any of them would have written had they had the time or no. I am making no money from this, and it is just for my entertainment, and that of free entertainment to a select group of friends. Thank You.
Distribution: Please ask first?
Setting: The Realm (sort of)
Note: In celebration of the 20th Anniversary of Dungeons & Dragons Cartoon: This is an introductory chapter I am putting on. The chapters do not go in any particular order.
Second Note: This idea came from Zakiyah's Anniversary Contest. Please, check into her contest as well: Adventures in Kyr. It looks to be a fun twist in the lives of our heroes, and an entertaining contest. Thanks for the idea, Zakiyah!
Song Note: Based on the song 2000 Years by Billy Joel, performed only at his Millennium Concert in NYC. I have the lyrics available if requested.
Feedback: Feedback: Please? I love comments.
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As darkness swirled around, silence blending in the starless void, a sense of anticipation slowly seeped across everything. Expectation and wonder to behold: nothing was written, nothing recorded, nothing past... the worlds had yet to be born. Plans were about to blossom and tragedy and triumphant were about to be born.
The first light dawned, pale and small. As time passed, it grew, slowly at first, until it sprung into full flame. Eons or seconds shifted, without number or record, as sky sundered from sea and day from night. Land emerged, great cataclysmic events unfolded. Stars winked, clouds swirled, rain fell, seasons turned. Life evolved.
As plants and animals developed, they felt a need to live, grow, dominate. Hunting gave way to disagreements, which in turn succumbed to war. One after another, groups diverged and claimed territories, killing for desire rather than necessity. Intellect floundered.
Darkness beyond night or void began to take hold of the worlds. There was no end in sight for the tragic ravages of death, disease, and greed. Great civilizations rose and fell, and still terror reigned. There would be no hope until one person would step forward and call for unity, for peace.
And with that one voice a new era would be born.
Lying on his side, among worn cushions of velvet and satin, the mage known simply as Dungeon Master sighed slowly. He ran an age-ravaged hand through a bowl of mist and dew, collected in times past. Sad, wise eyes stared into the container as sights and sounds swirled, now clarifying into a solitary moment of time, now fading in a cacophonic rainbow whirl.
His actions were not mere idleness. He was searching for memories to come. Dungeon Master was taxed with containing all living forms in the Realm, guiding and shaping their paths. Recently, he found a new force growing which could unbalance, even neutralize his vast control over the ever-unsteady powers around him. In the scrying bowl was every scene to every event that had ever been or would ever be... and one could obtain vast knowledge if one knew how to view it properly.
Dungeon Master shifted on his cushions and shook his head as he plucked first one image than another from the mists. It was no easy answer, he feared. A being of great evil was shaping and every solution pointed at a handful of young children. Was he truly prepared to thrust these youths into a world of chaos and horror? The decision could lead to the quick annihilation of a few lives followed by the destruction of the world, or it could lead to rebirth and renewal. In that decision lay the destiny of the Realm and all its peoples.
Strength was to be found. Beauty could once more flourish, with insight and careful guidance. It would last but a little while, however. War was inevitable, life the brief glimpse of hope between each era's night. It was a cycle older than time, for time was a part of that very circle of creation and destruction. For the answers, Dungeon Master would have to see more.
So he turned back to his scrying bowl to watch the future unfold before making his decision.
Continued in Chapter One: One By One