Years passed. Names were forgotten. Eventually all the people, gods, monsters who frequented the clearing died or moved on. Those who strayed discovered other more obscure places to go about their day. Newcomers stubbed upon the place form time to time and found nothing. The “nice people” that used to make the clearing livable had all but forsaken the fields. The land had been destroyed by countless battles of immense power. Nothing grew any longer. The Clearing had become a wasteland. All that was left was scorched earth surrounded by a lake on one end and a forest on the other with an entrance marked by a corroded sign of stone that read “Creatures Welcome”. What was once a haven was now a great plain of barren land. 

The clearing hadn’t seen activity in months when one day the air felt an odd warmth. A warmth that seemed to be going against the wind. Eventually the heat brought with it some sort of entity. A mist-like aura floated through the air like one liquid through another. No particular shape or continuity floating about, however the mist as a whole was traveling in a noticeable direction. Millions of tiny dust-like particles. All of which were blue or white or some mixture of these. The aura starts to accumulate and become more dense as it descends to a point as if it is sliding slowly across the ground. Part of the mist, at the core, seems to almost be now in the shape of a man. About 6 feet tall with at least foot-long hair floating in every direction as if underwater. The figure is hard to make out in the middle of the now smoke-like blue and grey aura. Even more so due to a lack of variation in color. More like a misty outline or transparent skin made of swirling mist. The nearly transparent figure stepped on as if treading through mud in slow motion. His face could not be seen save a glow in his eyes and a black line down the right side of his face through his eye. Perhaps a scar on the image. The figure walked and walked. Closer and closer to the center of the area. 

Suddenly the mist stops as if it hit a wall. As one would expect from such an action the core of the figure disbands slightly before reforming into the man-shape which now stands in place. Moving, but no longer in travel. The right arm lifts slowly and reaches out towards the empty space in front of it. The mist seams to be absent in one spot. The small space almost looks occupied by some sort of giant sword 6 feet long sticking straight up out of the ground. The object it directly in the center of a large round creator. The face slants down as if pleading as his hand seems unable to reach the hilt of the invisible sword. All the hair floats on being sure not to cover the face which is still for the most part blank except the eyes and scar. The particles are now moving faster than they were before giving the shape of the figure even less continuity. The area around the mist as a whole is hot. Very hot. So hot it would burn human skin. He is struggling. The air around him is being heavily affected by the surges of power. After giving up on trying to reform he had finally found his gate back into this realm and the gatekeeper refuses to take his grasp. 

The reaching out hand shakes and spreads wider as if asking to be grabbed. The face closes it’s eyes and looks away as the body contorts as if using all it’s energy to reach out for the sword. If He could just make contact. The mist is now swirling very fast. Finally the blade shifts in place slightly and the hilt is reached! He turns back to face forward and closes his hand around it. There is an explosion of white light from the point of contact. Thousands of glowing white energy particles shoot out from the blade and fall into the sand like a firework. The giant sword can now be seen fully and is glowing almost blindingly white. 

“aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The figure cries out in anger from his now formed mouth. Holds the hilt tight and sucks power from it like the head of a vacuum. A surge of what looks like blue electricity runs through the main of the figure as a man covered in gray armor forms in a burst of light and fire. He leans back as if he would be falling if not for the hilt’s forced grip. His face shouts up toward the sky with eyes closed. Blue/white crystals quickly shoot out in every direction forming more armor. The mist around the man now a swirling tornado. His blond hair flies in every direction as if trying to escape his head. Chunks of the crystals break off and disband dissolving into the air as new larger pieces grow out from underneath them. Large pieces burst out of his back and begin to form what seem to be wings. The wings continue to grow in a manor that resembles glass exploding in every direction. The whole body is shaking and convulsing as the crystal armor spreads.* 

As the sword pulls out of the ground the body arches as back, feet still flat on the ground his back almost touches the dirt. Still convulsing as if being electrified. Both hands grasp the sword trying to hold on to it as it tries to float up with at least 100X the force of gravity. It comes straight up out of the ground and points to the sky. The tornado of mist forms crystals in the air that swirl around the man as his body is almost complete. Suddenly the eyes spring open as all movement and sound stops for half a second before he explodes! It looks like a grenade going off in the center of a glass statue except the blast radius is huge and just about covers the whole area as the shock-wave pushes back the trees and the water and the area is covered in smoke. 

The smoke cleared revealing the man fully formed. His golden hair blowing in the wind and his crystal armor glowing white and blue with the misty aura thin but still swirling around him. The sward in his hand stood up against the ground. The man stood straight but his head pointed down. Eyes closed. He stayed this way as he slowly knelt down and put one knee into the scorched sand, leaving the sword somehow standing. He reached out and clenched a handful of the ground in his hand. “I fight… for months to return. And this… *his fist clenched and his arm started to shake* … this is what I return to?… *His eyes opened slowly. His irises looked like sparsely cloudy skies, swirling blue and white. He looked up as he stood. The dirt in his hand had become a chrome sphere and dropped out of his hand.* You… you idiots. Look what you’ve done to this place. This was the most beautiful place in existence. Look at it. Your ignorance has destroyed it. This used to be my home. My everything. Now it is nothing! NOTHING! *His voice growled low as he yelled his words to the sky and as the word “nothing” escaped him for the second time the ground shook and erupted sending boulders and chunks of the ground up in bursts of energy shooting up all around him. The ground continues to break sending more pieces into the air glowing.* NO! This is the ONLY! You cowards cannot stay true to your home. You’re traitors! This is our home. THIS is where we are meant to be! Anywhere else is a discussing abomination and WILL BE DESTROYED! *He screamed as his fists aimed to the sky and the ground beneath him shook wildly a and the speed at which the ground exploded doubled with his last words. 

Out of the ground reached some sort of gigantic structure made of what looked like transparent red glass as if the earth itself was pushing out some sort of fortress. The building grew and grew like it was being pulled out of the ground. The man was standing on the top. The tower shot high into the sky. The architecture was like that a Gothic stronghold yet the tower was too tall to be any sort of safe-haven. Atop was a giant round platform, like an arena. A perfect Circle about 100 yards wide, flat, perfect for any sort of battle. In the red crystal swirled fire and some sort of glowing orange liquid flow. Thousands of vertical feet filled with walls, staircases, platforms, bridges, labyrinths, all visible from outside the tower as it was all semi-see through. Finally the ground stopped bursting and the tower stopped growing. There it stood. A tower made from energy-encased echoes of millions of spirits imprisoned by the soul-eating Neverender Sword. The tower stretched from the forest to the lake and stood as high as the highest mountain. The tower was alive with the spirits of the fallen. High atop the tower in the middle of the round arena stood the man with crystal armor. He looked off the edge of the the platform. “This is where you will all come to live. You have no choice. *the forest set fire with the flick of his fingers* I will find you. I will find you all. The places you know, the places you love, he places you now spend your time… I will destroy them, just like you destroyed this clearing. *The fire circled the tower like a giant moat.* For those willing to except this as your home, I welcome you, creatures. Those who defy this law… those who try to stop me… I will destroy you… and make you a part of this castle. Either way. This is your new home. 

This is our kingdom.