The Safe Haven
Ancient to Modern History
Long ago, in the time of gods and legends, great beasts roamed the land. They fed on what they hunted, be it other great beasts, animals, or humans. However, the gods also walked upon the Earth, legends born from their passing.
However, this time of relative peace could not last. Humans reproduced at an enormous pace, resulting in the deaths of far too many of these great beasts. The gods, though, looked on with dead eyes. They did not care. Only one did. A relatively young god, he had no name and was unknown to both humanity and the beasts. However, despite his age, he reigned supreme over all the gods. His power was unfathomable. However, he sacrificed this power. The result was the Mist. A sacred barrier that divided reality into three. One for humanity, one for the beasts, and one for the gods, so that they may watch but not interfere.
His power taken, the angered gods casted him out. Only one came to his aide. Also born without name, The Sentinel, as she was known, lent her aide to the fallen king. Taking her hand, they returned to the world of humanity. However, they, too, did not interfere.
However, as fate would have it, the very nature of reality opposed the king’s actions. It did not wish to be divided, as such, small slivers of control returned to the gods, and mutants, strange humans born with both a human and beast’s soul, appeared. These mutants became the new monsters to humanity, and they were hunted. Caring for them, the fallen king made a place, with the help of the Sentinel, for them. A place neither here nor there. A place to learn and to control.
However, this time of relative peace could not last. Humans reproduced at an enormous pace, resulting in the deaths of far too many of these great beasts. The gods, though, looked on with dead eyes. They did not care. Only one did. A relatively young god, he had no name and was unknown to both humanity and the beasts. However, despite his age, he reigned supreme over all the gods. His power was unfathomable. However, he sacrificed this power. The result was the Mist. A sacred barrier that divided reality into three. One for humanity, one for the beasts, and one for the gods, so that they may watch but not interfere.
His power taken, the angered gods casted him out. Only one came to his aide. Also born without name, The Sentinel, as she was known, lent her aide to the fallen king. Taking her hand, they returned to the world of humanity. However, they, too, did not interfere.
However, as fate would have it, the very nature of reality opposed the king’s actions. It did not wish to be divided, as such, small slivers of control returned to the gods, and mutants, strange humans born with both a human and beast’s soul, appeared. These mutants became the new monsters to humanity, and they were hunted. Caring for them, the fallen king made a place, with the help of the Sentinel, for them. A place neither here nor there. A place to learn and to control.
This place is Haven.
20 Years Ago
Now, something happened twenty years ago. However, no one knows what exactly happened. No one but the fallen king and the Sentinel. The Mist, that mystical wall between realms, was being pierced. It was being ripped open forcefully, not in the Sentinel’s manner. She opened doors that were already there, but someone was forcing in new doors. As such, beasts began to leak through and gods began to gain more power. Natural disasters were rising and deaths, of unnatural causes, were accumulating at an alarming rate. While humanity was still ignorant to these things, the Gifted, or Mutants, were not.
Haven was preparing for War.
Haven was preparing for War.
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