Primogenitus

The Travels of Primogenitus

Chapter One

At the beginning of time, when the Creator contrived the universe, the first creature he created was a Being named Primogentitus, the First Born.

The first few seconds of Primogenitus' existence was to say the least, odd. He looked upon a world formed of arcane energy known as the Weave, not of solid mass. He looked around for a few second, noticing a man looking at him. He stared at the man for a bit, then turned and walked.

The first years of the life of Primogenitus was not the most exciting. They involved walking. Lots and lots of walking. Then one day he stumbled upon an area, an area just like the rest. Flat,desolate, dead. These were the lands known as the "Far Lands"

The story of the "Far Lands" has been told time and time again, each time more vivid and weird than the other. But what they all boil down to is this; Primogenitus was walking, as he had done for decades. One day he simply stopped. He looked around the area and then things began to go weird. All around mountains of the weirdest shapes and sizes exploded out of the ground. Trees which like have, nor will never be seen, sprouted from the dirt. Primogenitus looked around at his work. He was proud.

He was walking around his world of twisted, insane and impossible constructions, when he noticed that he was no longer alone. A small tingling in the Weave notified him that other life had come to be. He immediately transported it to him. The creature, know now as one of the Forgotten Ones, stared at him. Primo looked at the creature, it looked a lot like him yet was completely different. It was made of flesh and bone. The creature looked around, its eyes went wide and then something rather perculiar happened. The creature began to twist and curl, bending beyond the insane, then, in an instant of amusement, Primogenitus poked it.

In the small village of Cra'yor a small boy was running around, his father had given him the day off. The boy's name was Ignatus. As he was running around he noticed a sound, a sound like nothing he had ever heard. It was the mixture of a pigs grunt and a childs shreak, it was horrible. He was intrigued and started running towards the sound. Years later Ignatus, still a small boy, arrived at the scene. Infront of him was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. A man, made of blue and black colors was poking an undescribable lump of twisting flesh and bone. Ignatus fell to his knees, staring across the twisted lands before him.

Primogenitus was having the time of his life, poking this thing making it spin faster and faster. Then, a boy arrived. Primogenitus stopped poking the thing and simply stared at the boy. That was not a good idea. The boy looked at the lumb of flesh and bone. His eyes went wide.

Then, light.

In all the lands of the planet the sound of a thousand glass panes shattering was heard. The place known as the Far Lands had been born.

Chapter Two

Primogentius was walking through a desert, he had left the Far Lands when the light torched the entire place, making it even more weird. He was looking for a specific creature, a small, flying, yellow creature. A butterfly. His resent obsession with the tiny creatures was something he enjoyed a lot. He already had two in his possesion, a purple and a dark green one.

In the desert, the massive creature known by the Forgotten as Goarl The Devourer was lying in the sand, letting the sun warm him. A small rodent ran past him and he tossed his massive claw ontop of it. Impaling it. "Tasty..." he said in his deep gumbling voice.

Primogenitus noticed that what looked like a small mountain of sand had risen from the ground. Primo, curious as always, started walking towards this new discovery. The dragon stretched and looked around, nothing new, nothing of interest. Then he looked down. A small man was standing next to one of his feet, poking it with a stick. "May I ask what you are doing puny creature?" he stared at the creature, confused, he had never seen anything like this thing. "Me? I am walking. And poking this thing." The little man responded. "That thing is my foot. Please refrain form poking my foot." he was getting annoyed at this creature, but maybe it tasted good? "So... what are you?" The man asked him. "Hahaha are you joking? Do you not know what I am? " The man looked confused. "I am a dragon, insect." the man was looking at him, looking even more confused. "Dra...go...n? What is that?" Now this was getting too much, everyone knew him, he was the mightiest dragon in the world, and the biggest. "I am Goarl The Devourer! Your end!" With that he opened his jaws wide and unleashed an inferno. It didn't touch the man. "What did you do that for?" The man poked his foot again. "Stop tha-" He was cut off as he noticed the world just got a lot bigger, the man was now a giant. He tried to speak, but somehow he couldn't. "Oh, where did he go? A butterfly! A yellow butterfly! I need one of those!" The man picked him up and transported him into some kind of ball, with two other butterflies.

Chapter Three

Primogenitus was sitting on the ground, watching the butterflies flutter around inside the ball he had made for them. He rose, putting the ball away, it wasn't time to play around, something was happening to him, a feeling he had never experienced before. Loneliness. After many days of travel he arrived at a city, or at least that is what it once was.The skies was painted with the colors of death, smoke was rising from the flaming buildings of the once grand city. He was filled with a rage so alien that he was shocked with himself. But only for a second. He rushed towards the city.

The experiment had gone wrong. The Demons were released from their eternal prison within the Nether. The darkness had exploded into the city. The warriors rushed to the defense of the citizens, but the sheer amount of Demons overwhelmed them. That was until the Forerunner stepped out of his castle. The presence of the powerful Weaver and swordsman was enough to drive the demons back towards the gates. Then the Dark One arrived. The very essence of demon kind stepped through the portal.

Primogenitus had ran through the death filled streets of the massive city, trying to reach the one person that radiated a power similar to his own. As he arrived everything was a mess. The central square of the city was filled with combatants of both races, fighting with a passion and rage never seen before. In the center of it all, fighting a massive demon, stood the Forerunner. The man was doing his best to keep the massive beast at bay, but the demon was very quickly closing in on him. Primogenitus was pierced by a sword. He stood perfectly still, looking down at the sword penetrating his chest. He turned his head and saw the demon standing there, a big grin on its face. Primogenitus continued to look at it, and its grin faded. The demon was torn asunder. Primogenitus looked at the wound he had recieved, but it was nowhere to be found his body had already fixed the damage done. Then he heard a horrible sound and felt the power he had followed disappear. The Forerunner had fallen. In his rage Primogenitus let out a blast of energy, decimating every demon close to him, including the massive beast known as the Dark One.

For two days nothing happened. The world was silent. Then a small boy approached the man, now clad in robes sitting in front of the fallen Forerunner. "Mister, who are you?" Primogentius looked at the small boy, smiling at him. "I am the First Born, my name is Primogenitus." The boy looked at him wide-eyed. "Are you really him? The one we hear about in our stories?" Primogenitus smiled at the boy, then stood up. "Tell your people that I am leaving." With that he started walking. "Wait! Don't leave! We need a new Forerunner! You would be the perfect candidate!" The people gathered agreed. "I am not." With that he disappeared.

Chapter Four

It was one of those days, the sun was shining, birds were singing and everything just seemed great. It was one of those days Primogenitus discovered one of the most perculiar animals. The Pegasus. The animal was whiter than marble, it's features more beatiful than the most pristine diamond, the big wings that lay on it's back as a pair of giant eagle feathers. Primogenitus, never awestruck, simply stared at the magnificent creature. The creature turned towards Primogenitus and looked him deep in the eyes. The eyes were the most beatiful Primogenitus had ever seen, they were bright blue, shining with the light and life of the Creator himself. This was an animal of pure good. The animal walked towards Primogenitus and lay it's head in his hand, the sense of serenity fell over the forest and everything was silent. "Here it is boys!" The sound of a man's voice cut through the serenity like a blade. The pegasus shook and became restless. Primogenitus was completely baffled. What was going on? An arrow flew out of the forest and hit him square in the chest. "What do we have here boys?" The man walked out of the forest, but it wasn't a man, not in the human sense anyway, this was a demon hunting party.

A couple of years before the demons had been driven into the ground by the armies of the Forgotten, but some had managed to escape, this was one of such groups. "This one I haven't seen before... Cut him open!" Primogenitus had just stood there and watched, the pegasus was trying to get away but a net had been thown over it. "Haha! Good catch boys, this horse will be good dinner! And you, my friend." He pointed a clawed finger at Primogenitus. "Will be our slave." Primogenitus snapped. One of the demons had been drawing a saw across the pegasus' wings, Primogenitus couldn't stand and watch. The leader of the demon was grinning at him, but the grin quickly turned into an expression of horror as Primogenitus drew a blade of thin air, a blade of flame. The leader scrambled for cover, but was abruptly stopped by his legs being seperated from his upper body. The demon on the pegasus quickly jumped down but was decapitated in mid air. Primogenitus turned towards the remaning demons, but they had already scrambled for their lives through the forest. With a gentle touch to one of the trees Primogenitus threw a spark of life into the ancient forest. Soon after the shrieks of demons were heard.

Primogenitus turned to the pegasus and gave it a gentle pat on the side before sending it away. He started his treck through the forest again.