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Forever the world has been afflicted by polar forces. Forces of good, forces of evil. The Original Divine does not reside in Heaven, to the contrary of popular belief. There is no "God". Each human has an equal share of divine essence.
At first there was singularity: an only being, absolutely perfect and whole. The only flaw to this entity is that it had no consciousness of who it was or what it was like. It lived alone, omnipotent, omniscient, but never loved. Neither by itself or by another. To remedy it's predicament this Infinite Being separated itself, creating two defined parts from an indefinite whole. Thus was born man and woman. Finally the being, now in two parts, could be happy and experience itself through the other and love the now comprehensible segments of it's own original vastness. Each part had qualities and characteristics the other did not, and was able to appreciate them as they stood out. The ultimate expression of the love between the parts brought them momentarily back together as one. From this passionate act and moment of recreated completeness came life: spawning in the male counterpart, given form in the female counterpart and finally coming into being within the world it's parents had defined for it. So was born humanity, from love.
In passing into plurality, however, the Original Divine created more than it had originally intended. The result of the split was polar opposites: Man and Woman, who loved each other. From their Love spawned a child and as such the consequence of Love is known as Life. The child was a boy, a smaller version of the man. As his father before him, the son loved his mother. He loved her so much he couldn't bare to see his father merge with her in the divine act of Love to create new Life. He was the first to express Love's opposite: Hate. The balancing act required to complete the existence of Love was unbearable for the boy and thus came Life's polar opposite: Death. The child killed it's father, intent on keeping his mother for himself. But he could not: she refused. In manifesting Death the child had revealed Joy's polar opposite: Sorrow. It engulfed the Original Mother and in her unbearable melancholy she blamed her son for bringing such negative things as Hate, Death and Sorrow to the world, cursing him.
So were born Demons into the world, as polar opposites of Humans, the Divine Children.
The Academy of Alexandria, in Talescape
"The new Wielders will be arriving today." Rex marched down the hall, apparently speaking to himself. "Isabella, can you sense anything about this new cohort?" A voice came from sword perched on the mantle of the young king. A soft and serene woman's voice: "I can, Alphonse. They show promise. The other Myths should be excited. I sense that many of which have been without Wielders for ages now will be paired once again." The king, Rex Alphonse Castillo, sighed heavily. "I don't like where this is going. Too many omens have surfaced. At least our bond is not weakened, Isabella Lobera."
He marched further down, collecting teachers and older students as he passed them. The greeting ceremony at the Academy of Alexandria was always grandiose and ALL were required to attend. These Wielders were the next generation that would stand between the Higher Demons and the Human Race, and so deserved every bit of pampering and applause they would get before beginning their training. "Isabella... Please tell me Excalibur will be - uhm - able to go on vacation this time. Yes... vacation." Castillo had had to change his words in mid sentence as they passed the Holy Sword himself in the hall, both loudly swallowing in nervousness and clumsily waving. "Well, actually...", she continued telepathically, "unless I am mistaken there will not be a Wielder in this cohort to succeed the one he just lost." Rex smiled widely. The legendary sword had become quite insufferable over the years. Over and over again had he been passed to different hands as his previous Wielders were either killed off or retired, so he had been part of the Knights Circle for over five hundred years - the longest standing record by three hundred years. It had gone to his head and so he boasted incessantly and made ridiculous demands. Sure, he was useful and powerful... but he needed some hot air squeezed out of him.
The group counted now about fifty people: The King, teachers, older students, retired Wielders and, most importantly, the partner-less Mythical Weapons. They stood before the portal far off beyond the pillars defining the pathway to the Academy. Within a few seconds the new recruits would appear and the ceremony could commence. Originally it had been held in the Great Dining Hall of the Academy, but ever since there was an "accident" during the Partnering, Rex had decided to move it to right outside the portal to Talescape. It seemed some Weapons had a hard time containing their powers. As the King remembered the incident, now almost two hundred years passed, he squinted at Caladbolg, who had been in "recommended vacation" ever since...